C4 Break Your Right Leg

The beauty salon's hall fell into an eerie silence. Sunn Rongbai, who had been reveling in Ye Xiaofeng's distress, suddenly crumpled to the floor, his complexion ghostly white as if drained of all color.

Dahu's eyes were wide with shock, his gaze fixed on Ye Xiaofeng with sheer terror.

Ye Xiaofeng remained composed, yet in Dahu's eyes, he was nothing short of a demon.

Seventh Master involuntarily gasped. He was well-acquainted with Dahu's prowess.

In the underground fighting rings of Jinling City, Dahu was a top ten contender, which earned him a spot as the trusted lieutenant of Lang Guangxi, the notorious Big Bastard of the Black Tortoise Region. It was rare for Dahu to find a worthy opponent in Jinling City, let alone someone who could shatter his wrist with a single punch.

Yet, here stood a seemingly unassuming security guard who had done just that to Dahu's wrist.

"Xiaofeng, you..." Dung Mengna was at a loss, having never witnessed such a scene. She stared at Ye Xiaofeng, speechless and stunned.

Ye Xiaofeng's icy gaze swept over the twelve thugs. Those caught in his stare trembled uncontrollably, dropping their weapons to the ground with a clatter.

"We're leaving!" Dahu declared, feigning composure.

At his command, the twelve thugs scrambled for the exit as if granted a reprieve.

"Did I say you could leave?" Ye Xiaofeng's voice, cold as ice, stopped them dead in their tracks.

The fleeing hoodlums froze, as if the chilling command had come from the depths of hell itself.

Even Dahu, eager to escape, found himself rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on Ye Xiaofeng with a mix of fear and disbelief.

Ye Xiaofeng advanced slowly towards Sunn Rongbai, who sat paralyzed on the ground.

"Bastard, if I ever see you again, I'll break your right leg," Ye Xiaofeng had warned.

Sunn Rongbai, recalling Ye Xiaofeng's earlier threat, scrambled desperately towards the exit in a panic.

But it was too late.

With a sinister snap, Ye Xiaofeng's right foot rose ominously.

Sunn Rongbai's anguished howls pierced the air.

The sight of Rongbai's limp right leg sent shivers down the spines of the twelve thugs.

Ye Xiaofeng cast a glance at Dahu and approached him with measured steps.

Dahu's imposing presence had vanished, replaced by eyes wide with terror.

"Xiaofeng, please don't," Mengna pleaded urgently.

Turning to Mengna, Ye Xiaofeng exhaled deeply before delivering a fierce slap across Dahu's face. Dahu was sent flying like a kite severed from its string, crashing to the ground outside.

"Get out of here! If I catch you again, I won't hesitate to break your hands!"

Ye Xiaofeng's icy stare and chilling words struck fear into the hooligans, reminiscent of a death sentence delivered by a demon from the depths of hell.

At his command, the twelve thugs scrambled to escape.

Despite the throbbing pain in his right leg, Rongbai desperately crawled toward the exit.

But Ye Xiaofeng blocked his path, extending his right hand and demanding calmly, "Compensate."

Rongbai quickly produced his wallet, handing over every last bill to Ye Xiaofeng.

Mengna suddenly retched, the metallic tang of blood in the air proving too much for her to bear.

Noticing the vomit staining her clothes, Ye Xiaofeng pocketed the cash and moved to her side.

On the ground, the Seventh Master watched in astonishment. He had never imagined this unassuming security guard possessed such formidable power.

Yet, the Seventh Master also realized the security guard was now in hot water. Lang Guangxi, the notorious Big Bastard of the Black Tortoise Region, was well-known for his fierce protectiveness.

Mengna remained silent, but Ye Xiaofeng could see her beautiful brows furrowed with concern.

Standing outside the beauty salon, Ye Xiaofeng lit a cheap Red River cigarette. He hadn't wanted to resort to violence today, especially after the incident with Qin Lan. But since beginning his training with the Ghost Valley Immortal Cultivating Secret Technique, the transformation within him sparked a glimmer of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, if he encountered those adversaries again, he'd have the strength to defeat them.

The image of the beautiful figure collapsing before him caused Ye Xiaofeng's hand, the one clutching the cigarette, to quiver ever so slightly.

One by one, the employees at the beauty salon began to trickle out, prompting Ye Xiaofeng to peer inside. The clock had barely struck seven, indicating that Mengna had decided to wrap up for the day ahead of schedule.

Mengna emerged from her office, now donning a crisp white short-sleeved shirt paired with sky-blue jeans. Her feet were adorned with white wedge sandals, revealing her toes painted with a striking red polish, an alluring sight to behold.