Ying Wudi's fist generated a gang wind, the punch was like a heavy hammer, its force terrifying, aimed straight for Ye Xuan's face.
At that instant.
Ye Xuan smiled faintly and slowly raised his right hand.
No, to be precise, he extended one finger of his right hand towards Ying Wudi's punch.
"Too arrogant!"
Upon seeing this, Ying Wudi was instantly enraged, his fist tightened, the power increased even more.
That Ye Xuan would dare to block his fist with just one finger was undoubtedly a gesture of contempt.
Ying Wudi, who considered himself second to none, had never suffered humiliation since birth!
Yet now, this man in flip-flops and shorts dared to humiliate him in such a manner.
This was a challenge to his dignity and character!
This guy must die.
Ying Wudi laughed fiercely, his fist as big as a sandbag, like a sledgehammer, struck towards Ye Xuan's face, causing the air to buzz.
Throughout the entire process, Ye Xuan kept a smile, the corners of his mouth held a mocking grin.
Crack!
The fist collided with Ye Xuan's fingertip.
And then...
A scream like a pig being slaughtered erupted, heart-wrenching, from Ying Wudi's mouth.
The moment Ying Wudi's fist met Ye Xuan's fingertip, his entire arm bent and broke at an impossible angle.
A white bone protruded like a long spike from Ying Wudi's elbow.
Ying Wudi's face was ghastly, his eyes bloodshot, all his facial features twisted together, his expression was terrifying, as if he wanted to devour Ye Xuan alive.
"Heh, a petty Ying Claw Company dares provoke me?"
Ye Xuan laughed coldly, retracting his unscathed finger, and said indifferently, "Not even Ying Xiaotian himself would dare say anything against me. Hmph! Just a junior of Ying Claw Company daring to offend me so. Truly ignorant of heaven and earth, of life and death."
Ye Xuan's words left no room for mercy, like reprimanding a junior.
"Our Ying Claw Company doesn't need an outsider to lecture us." The thin and frail Ying Bo hurried forward to mend Ying Wudi's right arm. His desolate face looked extremely grim as he glared at Ye Xuan, speaking harshly, "Just a brute with some outside skills daring to act so arrogantly?"
After speaking, Ying Bo's face showed anger, his hands bent, his five fingers forming an eagle claw shape, and he stepped forward fiercely.
"Heh, it seems Ying Xiaotian didn't tell you about me. Otherwise, how would you dare be so arrogant in front of me!" Ye Xuan smiled faintly, stepping towards Ying Bo.
With a 'whoosh' sound, the air shuddered, Ying Bo's hands like hooks, his gaze cold and sharp, his five fingers wielding an indestructible force, fiercely clutching at Ye Xuan's shoulder.
"Creak," his hands locked tightly onto Ye Xuan's shoulders.
"Hmph! This eagle claw should be enough to crush your shoulder."
Ying Bo sneered, and then tightened his grip fiercely.
The force was terrifying, enough to make one shiver.
But!
At that moment, an unbelievable scene occurred.
Ying Bo exerted his strength madly, yet Ye Xuan remained completely still.
The eagle claw merely stayed locked on Ye Xuan's shoulder, unable to inflict the slightest harm.
After thirty years of hardcore practice in Eagle Claw Technique, Ying Bo was confident that while it couldn't crush gold or break stone, it could easily rend flesh from a normal human body.
But now.
When his fingers clutched Ye Xuan, it felt as though he was grasping steel or rock, unable to penetrate into the flesh for even a moment.
"What's wrong? Has the eagle claw turned into a chicken claw, unable to move?"
Ye Xuan frowned, his expression cold, his eyes flickering with light. Suddenly, with a fierce shake of his shoulder, a tremendous force erupted from him.
Bang!
As if struck by a heavy blow, Ying Bo flew backward and crashed heavily, covered in blood.
Before Ying Bo could rise, Ye Xuan stepped forward sharply, stomping on Ying Bo's right arm, twisting fiercely, a crisp crackling sound of bone breaking echoed. Ying Bo's eyes turned blood-red, he howled in pain, nearly fainting.
"Ying Bo!"
Ying Wudi gritted his teeth in anger, glaring at Ye Xuan coldly, "Ye Xuan, I want you dead."
Instantly, Ying Wudi launched himself forward, enduring the pain in his right arm, both hands transformed into eagle claws, madly clawing at Ye Xuan.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Continuous crisp bone-breaking sounds could be heard. All five fingers of Ying Wudi snapped. Throughout, Ye Xuan didn't even budge, allowing Ying Wudi to attack him, yet standing immovable, his expression unchanged, and the faint, mocking smile at the corner of his mouth fully infuriated Ying Wudi.
Ying Wudi seemed frantic, attacking repeatedly, one eagle claw after another landing on Ye Xuan.
The T-shirt Ye Xuan bought at the stall for three and a half yuan was torn by Ying Wudi's Eagle Claw Technique, but Ye Xuan's body remained unharmed.
"So boring! Fought for so long and it doesn't hurt at all. Are you trying to tickle me?" Ye Xuan stood still, laughing coldly, as Ying Wudi kept attacking swiftly, each fall and rise of his fingers a vicious eagle claw, yet throughout, Ye Xuan didn't move a bit.
This was awkward indeed!
"Alright, go back and tell Ying Xiaotian that it was I, Ye Xuan, code-named 'Ye the Killing God,' who crippled your martial arts. I suppose he won't have the courage to seek revenge on me!" Ye Xuan mocked coldly, and then he moved.
In a flash, Ye Xuan's foot lifted violently, kicking Ying Wudi in the chest, his entire chest cavity seemed to collapse, spitting blood as he flew out, looking extremely pitiful.
"You, you, you are... Ye the Killing God?" Ying Bo's eyes flashed with radiant light, with an expression of disbelief and extreme shock, he stared at Ye Xuan, and his gaze slowly turned dim.
He knew very well that if Ye Xuan was indeed 'Ye the Killing God,' then the matter of the heir being crippled would be something Ying Claw Company could only swallow silently.
But!
Ranked third on the Killing God List.
To be one of the twelve hell assassin-grade killers 'Ye the Killing God,' why would he suddenly appear in this small J City?
Ying Bo was perplexed, his troubled gaze filled with shock.
He looked at Ye Xuan, grunting a few times, yet could only bow his head, speaking in a low, subservient voice, "Why... are you here?"
"Executing a mission."
Ye Xuan smiled faintly, for him, 'Ye the Killing God' might just be a code name, but for the underground world, those four words were a nightmare.
There were countless rumors about 'Ye the Killing God.'
In others' eyes, the deeds of 'Ye the Killing God' were simply unbelievable, unimaginable.
But in Ye Xuan's view, those were merely ordinary daily matters.
Far less cumbersome than dressing and eating.
Whether 'fighting alone in the Golden Triangle, causing three thousand drug dealers to flee' or 'entering Bermuda's Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave, killing over a hundred international fugitives,' or 'secretly sniping and killing Bin Laden,' these were trivial matters.
More often, Ye Xuan felt he was just an insignificant person who hadn't seen the world.
What killing contraband dealers?
What killing international fugitives?
What killing violent elements?
Such simple tasks were as easy as drinking tea, nowhere near as difficult as renting a house or paying rent.
"Ah... being famous for being handsome is truly not a good thing."
Thinking about this, Ye Xuan sighed lightly, thinking that handsome people might just have their own troubles!
Especially someone as handsome as him, naturally, would have more troubles.
Ye Xuan often thought, if being handsome could solve all problems, would everyone in the world live carefree lives?
After all, if being handsome could fill one's stomach, he could easily support tens of billions of people in Yan Country with his face alone.
By then, hybrid rice and such wouldn't need to be invented at all.
"If there's nothing else, you can go. If you don't leave now, do you want me to send you away?" Ye Xuan laughed coldly, expressionless, looking somewhat sinister, speaking coldly.
Ying Bo was crippled, Ying Wudi was crippled.
The two had no choice but to leave.
After they left, Ye Xuan smiled, dragging his flip-flops, making a slapping sound, slowly walking to Chen Shengya.
"Alright, those annoying flies are gone. We can discuss properly whether the East District should merge with the West District or not."
Ye Xuan walked past Chen Shengya, sat on the sofa, and crossed his legs.
Chen Shengya was sweating coldly, his whole body's hair trembling, clearly terrified to the extreme.
"Of course, you can choose not to merge. After all, I've always been someone who persuades with my charm. If you don't obey me, it's because you don't think I'm handsome enough. I respect your opinion!"
Ye Xuan peeled an orange, popped a wedge into his mouth, his gaze suddenly turned cold, speaking ominously, "But before you decide, let me remind you. All those who didn't obey me, who thought I wasn't handsome, ended up dead."
"Without exception! You, of course... will be no exception either."