C18 The Tiger Became a Small Cat

Among them, the individual nearest to Yang Wei clenched his fist and swung at him. Yang Wei watched the incoming punch without flinching, his facial expression unchanging.

The attacker laughed, thinking the young man was frozen in fear.

"Bang!"

As the man's fist connected, he tried to withdraw his hand, only to find it stuck. His expression turned to one of horror as he realized Yang Wei had caught his fist with an iron grip.

"Crack!"

With a twist of his wrist, Yang Wei contorted the man's entire arm into a grotesque spiral before finally releasing it.

"Ah!"

The man screamed, cradling his mangled arm as he collapsed to the ground in agony.

The onlookers were stunned, yet they continued to charge at Yang Wei with bravado. One assailant aimed a kick at Yang Wei, who crouched down, seized the leg with a vice-like grip, and flung the man into the wall behind him.

"Bang!"

Plaster dusted down as the man created a human-shaped dent in the wall.

Yang Wei eyed the damaged wall with initial regret but soon chuckled to himself. Since he was moving out soon, it didn't matter if the place ended up looking like a dump. He could make these thugs foot the bill.

With that thought, Yang Wei snatched two fingers jabbing towards his eyes and snapped them at a right angle with a crisp "crack."

"Ah!"

The man howled, staring at his bent fingers before collapsing to the ground in pain.

The remaining would-be attackers were seized by fear and quickly dropped to their knees in submission, including Wang Laohu and Liu Ba.

Wang Laohu, drenched in sweat, pleaded from the ground, "Mr. Yang, I apologize. We were blind to your stature. Please, have mercy on us!"

Liu Ba chimed in desperately, "Mr. Yang, I was wrong. I'm the fool here. Brother Liu should hit me! I deserve it! Please spare me this time!"

The other muscular men echoed their pleas, all begging for leniency.

"We were blind not to recognize Mount Tai. Mr. Yang, please have mercy on us."

Those who had previously threatened to break Yang Wei's arm were now either sprawled on the ground wailing or kneeling and pleading for mercy.

Yang Wei taunted Wang Laohu with a playful smirk.

"Tiger, now that I've left your brothers in this sorry state, do you still expect me to cover your medical bills?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Laohu hastily responded with a loud voice.

"Not at all! How could a kitten like me dare to ask Mr. Yang for reimbursement? I'll take care of it myself once I'm back."

Seeing his reaction, Yang Wei went on.

"If you eat all the noodles scattered on the ground, I'll let you go."

Wang Laohu, Liu Ba, and the others hesitated upon hearing this.

"What's the matter? Not going to eat?"

"We'll eat!"

They quickly scrambled forward, no longer bothering with forks, scooping up the noodles from the ground and shoveling them into their mouths.

After finishing, they made sure to show their satisfaction.

"Delicious! Incredibly delicious!"

"I've never tasted instant noodles this good in my entire life!"

Yang Wei watched them devour the noodles with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"If you like it that much, go ahead and eat the ham sausages too."

Before long, the noodles on the ground were completely devoured by the group.

Once done, Wang Laohu looked up at Yang Wei with trepidation.

"Mr. Yang, may we leave now?"

"Off you go."

At those words, their faces lit up with joy. They quickly got to their feet, helped up their companions still groaning on the ground, gave Yang Wei an apologetic look, and then strode towards the door.

Just then, Yang Wei called out.

"Hold on a second."

The group froze in their tracks, their faces clouding over with anxiety as they turned back to face Yang Wei.

Had he changed his mind?

What should they do? Should they run?

But running might mean getting beaten to a pulp!

With these thoughts, they turned to Yang Wei, grinning sheepishly, and asked.

"Mr. Yang, is there something else?"

Yang Wei remained silent, simply pointing to the large, person-shaped hole in the wall.

After a collective sigh of relief, they quickly offered an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Yang. Once I get my guys settled, I'll have someone come by to fix it this afternoon."

Yang Wei remained stoic upon hearing this.

"I hope you remember that."

"Forget? Never. I definitely won't forget!"

"Let's go!"

No sooner had he spoken than they hastened their steps and left the rental without a backward glance.

Once they were gone, Yang Wei surveyed the damaged walls behind him and let out a sigh.

Even though he was about to move to a new house, it was still disheartening to see the old home he had grown attached to in such disrepair.

That evening, Yang Wei relocated to his new residence.

It was a small, standalone villa in an upscale community, fully furnished and ready for immediate occupancy.

Feeling hungry, Yang Wei remembered that even martial artists need to eat.

After setting down his luggage, he went downstairs on foot to find something to eat.

The nearby eateries were too fancy for his taste, with food that was both overpriced and unappetizing.

So, Yang Wei ventured further afield and bought a pancake wrap.

Munching contentedly on his pancake as he walked, Yang Wei felt a simple satisfaction.

As he approached the community gate, the door of a red Porsche parked by the roadside swung open.

A woman with a striking figure glanced at Yang Wei with his pancake and sneered.

"Isn't that Yang Wei? What brings you to a neighborhood like this? And eating such garbage food, how disgusting."

Yang Wei turned to look at the woman, paused for a moment, then continued to enjoy his pancake.

He knew her; it was Zhang Lan, the sister of his ex-girlfriend Zhang Lan. In the past, she had always been full of scorn, urging her sister to marry a wealthy man instead of wasting her life with a poor guy like Yang Wei.

Ultimately, Zhang Lan heeded her sister's advice, left Yang Wei, and found a new boyfriend with some wealth.

"Darling, who is this?"

Zhang Lan responded with a smile.

"He's the ex-boyfriend of my sister I used to tell you about."

A short, portly man also emerged from the car.

Yang Wei glanced at the man but remained silent.

Noticing Yang Wei's gaze, the chubby man sneered contemptuously.

"What are you staring at? My outfit is a limited edition. Do you think you could afford it with your street market clothes?"

Zhang Lan laughed along with the other man at Yang Wei's expense.

Indeed, Yang Wei was dressed in an outfit that barely cost a hundred yuan and was eating a pancake that could be bought for five yuan. At a glance, he looked no different from a poor migrant worker.

Yang Wei was at a loss for words. His sisters were cut from the same cloth, mocking him upon sight as if it were necessary for their survival.

He wondered what misfortune had befallen him to deserve this treatment.