“Stop right there!”
“Damn it, this kid can really run!”
“Chase him! Keep chasing him, I’ll chop him into pieces later!”
A burly man was sprinting ahead, followed by a group of thugs armed with iron bars and cleavers.
They were all fierce and menacing, cursing as they pursued.
The people on the street saw what was happening, but seeing their murderous intent, they could only quickly dodge far away, fearing they might get caught in the crossfire.
“Hoo, hoo.”
The burly man running at the front felt like his lungs were on fire.
Every breath he took sent a dull ache through him.
I can't, I can't run anymore.
The burly man's pace gradually slowed.
It wasn’t surprising he was exhausted; he had already been beaten before being chased.
He had then seized an opportunity when they weren't paying attention and broken free.
But the prolonged chase had aggravated his previous injuries, and now he was running on sheer willpower.
“Go to hell!”
Just then, one of the pursuers who was closer aimed and threw the iron bar in his hand.
With a *thud*, the iron bar struck the burly man's calf.
The burly man's legs buckled, and he tumbled across the ground several times before stopping.
Then, as he tried to struggle to his feet, a large foot stomped down on his chest.
“Damn it, you thought you could run, didn't you? Run! Damn it, run!”
As he cursed, he repeatedly kicked the burly man on the ground with his foot.
Before long, the burly man let out a loud cough and spat out a large mouthful of blood, then lay there motionless.
“Brother Sanyan, is this guy dead?”
Seeing the burly man cough up blood, someone immediately went to check his breathing.
Unexpectedly, before their finger could reach the man's nose, they were pushed aside.
“What are you afraid of? So what if we kill him? Look at you, so effeminate, get lost.”
Sanyan, whose face bore a scar, squatted beside the burly man. “Bring me a knife.”
Someone immediately handed him a knife.
“I, Sanyan, always keep my word. You owe me money and haven't paid it back, so now I'll chop off one of your hands as interest!”
With that, Sanyan raised the knife, about to strike.
“Stop!”
Just then, a sharp shout rang out.
A young man walked towards them.
“Oh dear, this young man is going to get himself into trouble.”
“Those guys look like trouble. Anyone who gets involved with them is likely the same kind of scum, not worth saving.”
“If you ask me, we should be grateful they aren't causing trouble for us, and yet he dares to provoke them? He’s just asking for death.”
“Young people haven't learned their lesson, they'll remember next time.”
The surrounding onlookers were very surprised to see someone dare to step forward at a time like this.
However, the young man, amidst their murmurs, walked up to the group of thugs.
“What the hell! Kid, don’t meddle in other people's business. Before our boss gets angry, scram!”
As the young man approached, someone immediately pointed an iron rod at him.
A normal person would have been trembling and fled by now.
However, the young man remained calm and then said, “Sanyan, you dare to show your face on Jianghua Street again?”
“Who dares to be so arrogant, telling me Sanyan not to show up, I’ll stab…”
*Clang.*
Sanyan, holding a knife, turned around. The moment he saw who was behind him, he was so startled that the knife dropped to the ground.
“You, why are you here?”
Sanyan, who had been so arrogant and threatening to chop off someone’s hand moments before, now spoke with a tremor in his voice.
“You dare talk to our boss like that? Believe it or not, I’ll…”
*Slap!*
*Slap!*
“Get lost! Get out of here!”
As soon as Sanyan's subordinate spoke, Sanyan unexpectedly slapped him twice, stunning him and the others.
What’s going on with the boss?
Why is he hitting his own men?
However, the beaten subordinate dared not say anything, merely swallowing his pride and silently stepping aside.
“Sanyan! It seems I need to teach you a lesson this time.”
The young man said, and then walked towards Sanyan.
As for the thugs standing by with their weapons, he completely ignored them.
“You! You’re… you’re pushing your luck! You, don’t force me to act!”
Seeing the other person get closer and closer, Sanyan fumbled to pick up the knife and pointed its blade at the young man with both hands.
However, the young man acted as if he didn't see the knife in Sanyan's hand and continued to walk towards him.
“Go to hell!”
Sanyan gritted his teeth and swung the knife.
*Clang.*
Before Sanyan's knife could land, everyone saw a dark shadow flash past.
Then, when they heard a sound, they realized that the knife in Sanyan's hand had fallen to the ground.
“Trying to run now is too late!”
Seeing that he had missed, Sanyan, disregarding the fact that his subordinates were watching, turned around and tried to flee.
Little did he know, the young man grabbed him.
Sanyan, like a cornered dog, wanted to order his subordinates to attack the young man, but he found that no matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.
*Crack!*
*Crack!*
With two crisp snaps, Sanyan's arms were both broken by the young man.
And as he broke Sanyan's arms, the young man acted with malice.
Even if Sanyan found someone to fix his arms, he would only be able to hold chopsticks to eat; he wouldn't even be able to lift anything weighing half a kilogram, rendering him a complete cripple.
Seeing their boss's hands broken, Sanyan's subordinates were about to rush forward to avenge him.
But then, one of them suddenly remembered something.
“He’s that guy from the Chinese medicine clinic.”
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone collectively took several steps back, as if they had heard something terrifying.
The young man turned his head to look at them. “From now on, anyone who dares to bully the weak or act recklessly on Jianghua Street will suffer Sanyan's fate!”
After speaking, the young man turned and walked towards the burly man who had almost had his hand chopped off by Sanyan.
As for Sanyan's subordinates, two of the bolder ones, while the young man's back was turned, picked up the unconscious Sanyan and then, in the blink of an eye, they all fled.
“Du Dabao?”
However, when the young man looked at the burly man lying on the ground, he realized it was someone he knew.
The burly man heard the voice and, groggily, forced his eyes open.
“Du, Du Fei? You, why are you here? Run, you better…”
Before he could finish speaking, the burly man fainted.
It turned out that Du Fei was the one who had broken Sanyan's arms and scared away the thugs.
When he saw the unconscious man on the ground was Du Dabao, he was also somewhat surprised.
Seeing Du Dabao faint, Du Fei had no choice but to pick him up with one hand and head towards his Chinese medicine clinic.
Du Dabao, weighing over two hundred and twenty pounds, was easily lifted by Du Fei with one hand, as if he were carrying a bag of rice.