Chapter 58

Xu Yun raised his eyes and glanced at the flamboyantly dressed Jin Wenwu, "Scare me? You've picked the wrong person, kid."

The muscles in Jin Wenwu's cheeks twitched visibly. When had he, the prince of Hedong City's East District, ever been treated with such disdain? Besides, even without his father Jin Biao, he was still capable of earning the admiration of thousands.

"Help them move," Wen Qing didn't give her son a chance to speak further. With a wave of her hand, over a dozen burly men burst into the herbal restaurant, their aggressive demeanor clearly intent on causing trouble.

Ten days ago, Ruan Qingshuang's hard work had been destroyed by the Four Wolves Gang. Just ten days later, as it was beginning to recover, someone was trying to destroy it again. Xu Yun, of course, could not agree. Unless Ruan Qingshuang said she no longer wanted it, Xu Yun would not allow anyone to damage the herbal restaurant, even by a tiny bit. It didn't matter if the lease hadn't expired; even if it had, he wouldn't leave because of such an unkind landlord.

A fierce and overwhelming aura suddenly surged like a tidal wave, sweeping towards the group of burly men who had broken into the herbal restaurant. The burly men instantly felt a bone-chilling cold, and under Xu Yun's overwhelming pressure, they couldn't even take another step. The aura was too terrifying.

Jin Wenwu's face darkened: it was a killing aura! Although he felt a chill, he did not lose his fighting spirit. After all, he had been trained by underground masters for several years and had seen his fair share of the world and so-called experts.

But Jin Wenwu seemed to be unaware that experts were also divided into different levels. Relying on his years of training, he fearlessly launched a sudden attack, kicking towards Xu Yun's left ear!

Xu Yun instinctively blocked Jin Wenwu's sneak attack with his left arm, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He hadn't expected this guy to be somewhat interesting. No wonder the Jin family had the ambition to expand their influence; they had a son who had learned some skills.

After the kick, Jin Wenwu's composure visibly wavered. He hadn't expected his full-force kick to have no effect on the other party. The thin, plain-looking man in front of him was actually smiling.

Perhaps out of genuine frustration, Jin Wenwu threw another punch. Xu Yun raised his left wrist and casually deflected Jin Wenwu's fist, while his right fist struck almost simultaneously, concentrating all its explosive power on Jin Wenwu's chest, causing a dull thud that left him gasping for breath.

Xu Yun didn't intend to give him any room to maneuver. He advanced directly, his fist striking Jin Wenwu's head without hesitation. Although Jin Wenwu had taken a heavy blow to the chest, he still managed to turn his head to avoid it. Xu Yun, however, changed his fist to a palm and delivered a hand strike to Jin Wenwu's neck.

The hand strike was powerful, and Jin Wenwu stumbled and fell far away, landing heavily on the ground.

Xu Yun didn't stop there. He moved forward like lightning and kicked Jin Wenwu in the ribs, sending him flying out of the herbal restaurant and landing heavily at the entrance, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Wen Qing was panic-stricken. She couldn't believe it. After all, the master she had hired for her son was Zuo Leng, an absolutely formidable figure. Her son had indeed grown a lot over the years under Zuo Leng's guidance, and she was counting on him to dominate Hedong City!

"I'll kill you..." Jin Wenwu, who had been kicked out, somehow managed to get up, his eyes fixed on Xu Yun like a wounded beast, determined to fight to the death despite his injuries.

Jin Wenwu, staggering, entered the herbal restaurant, his eyes filled with malice. Wen Qing was so shocked that she didn't even try to stop her son from rushing to his death.

"Want to die? I'll grant your wish." Xu Yun had no intention of playing with him anymore. He had thought this guy had some skills, but he hadn't even reached the level of a third-rate beginner.

Jin Wenwu suddenly spread his arms and pounced on Xu Yun with astonishing speed, his mouth open, revealing a row of unusually sharp teeth, as if he intended to tear Xu Yun's throat.

As expected, Xu Yun delivered a powerful punch, infused with multiple layers of force, directly to Jin Wenwu's face. The body that had rushed at him like a kite with a broken string flew backward and crashed to the ground.

This punch settled everything. In Xu Yun's eyes, Jin Wenwu was clearly a moth flying into the fire. When Jin Wenwu was about to fight to the death, Xu Yun thought of someone from the underground world: the Hyena.

The faces of the dozen burly men changed. The prince in their eyes was not an ordinary rich kid. He was usually fierce in fights, often finishing off ordinary thugs in seconds. But in front of this person, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

Suddenly, the door of Jin Wenwu's black Prado opened, and a pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out, followed by a tall, thin figure.

Wen Qing's eyes suddenly came to life, and she ran out like a madwoman to pick up her half-dead son, angrily shouting at the tall, thin man, "Zuo Leng! I gave you so much money, and my son is almost dead, and you only come out now!"

The tall, thin man had a stubbly face and a look of a hangover, "I took your money to be your son's master. I trained him, and getting beaten is normal. He won't die."

"I want you to kill the person inside!" Wen Qing, out of love for her son, seeing him beaten up by Xu Yun, was filled with resentment and wanted to tear Xu Yun to pieces!

The tall, thin man's voice suddenly turned cold, "Do you think I'm your servant?"

Wen Qing suddenly realized she had no right to order this man around. She quickly reined in her arrogance and pleaded, "Zuo Leng, I'll pay you, one million, to kill the person inside. I'll give you one million!"

Hearing this, Xu Yun walked out of the herbal restaurant and smiled slightly, "One million? Damn, am I that cheap?" Then, he looked at the tall, thin man and said with a hint of disdain, "Hyena, I advise you not to take this job."

The tall, thin man suddenly trembled, the hangover look on his face completely gone, and he stared at the seemingly unremarkable man in front of him with shock, "Who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't matter," Xu Yun waved his hand indifferently, "But I advise you not to do something foolish. It's not worth dying for such a small amount of money."

The tall, thin man was called Zuo Leng, a once prominent figure in the underground world, known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, earning him the nickname "Hyena." However, he had disappeared a few years ago.

Xu Yun's place had always been in conflict with many underground organizations, so he knew a lot about the underground world. The Hyena had once caused a major incident in the underground world and had disappeared after a bounty was placed on his head. He never expected him to end up as a "tutor."

"Hmph, I was too lazy to kill you... but you're asking for it." Zuo Leng's eyes turned savage, like a vicious hyena, "Anyone who knows I exist must die!"

Xu Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce aura erupted. A mere second-rate expert dared to speak so arrogantly. Xu Yun would show him what it meant to ask for death.

Zuo Leng gathered his strength and suddenly lunged at Xu Yun, aiming a direct strike at his face. The speed was absolutely jaw-dropping; no one expected such a thin body to burst with such immense power.

But Xu Yun was not to be underestimated. He moved swiftly, easily dodging Zuo Leng's powerful strike and sweeping his leg to unbalance him. Xu Yun then slammed his arm down!

Zuo Leng's tall, thin body was violently slammed into the concrete ground. When he tried to get up, Xu Yun had already grabbed his neck, not giving him a chance to breathe, and struck his face with his right fist!

True experts could see that if Xu Yun had used only half his strength against Jin Wenwu, he was using five times that against Zuo Leng!

Xu Yun knew that although Zuo Leng's strength was one level below his, he never underestimated his opponents. His master had said that if the opponent was a beginner, underestimating him could lead to injury.

Zuo Leng felt the pressure on his throat making it hard to breathe. His face quickly turned purple, and his retinas, burdened by the strain, were filled with blood. A hot surge rushed to his head, and he struggled to pry open Xu Yun's vice-like grip with his hands, kicking wildly in the air. Even with his jaw almost dislocated, the air he managed to inhale was minimal, and he felt his internal organs twisting together, a strong sense of impending death overwhelming him...

Xu Yun suddenly lifted Zuo Leng and kicked him in the abdomen, sending the nearly six-foot-tall man flying and crashing into the black Prado, nearly flipping the vehicle.

Zuo Leng collapsed on the ground, coughing violently, forgetting the intense pain. He greedily inhaled air, and countless red blood cells, carrying oxygen, rushed through the now loosened blood vessels, flooding his brain, limbs, and organs...

When he realized he was still alive, Xu Yun was already standing in front of him.

The intense fear made Zuo Leng's fingers tremble. He was no match for this man, whose strength far exceeded his own.

"Didn't I tell you that it's not worth dying for such a small amount of money?" Xu Yun said coldly to Zuo Leng, "I won't kill you, but you can go kill the woman who almost got you killed."

Zuo Leng, hearing this, came to his senses and then his sharp gaze suddenly turned to Wen Qing, making her shiver. It was a killing gaze!

Wen Qing no longer had her arrogant and domineering demeanor. Her legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees.

"However, if that woman wants to transfer the house to me, you must not touch her," Xu Yun changed the subject, reaching out to slap Zuo Leng hard, "Do you understand?"

Zuo Leng had no choice but to nod and agree.

Wen Qing, feeling a great relief, her voice trembling, "I'll go get the property deed... and transfer it to you immediately..."

She was facing a monster who could take down a devil-level figure in her eyes. In the choice between life and money, Wen Qing chose life without hesitation. With life, everything was possible; without life, what was the point?

As the saying goes, a bad life is better than a good death.

"Really?" Xu Yun smiled, his tone completely free of any threat, "Auntie, I'm not a robber. How about this: I'll give you one hundred yuan, and you write a note, saying you sold the house to me. Deal?"

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