A girl looked at her with undisguised admiration. "Lin Xi, you're in such great shape. That pork butcher only spent a little over half an hour turning Xiang Yingxin into that state, and you're completely fine."
Lin Xi's face turned as dark as charcoal. "Nothing happened between us!"
"Well, you'd better get ready to walk while holding onto the walls, and you should stock up on some anti-swelling medicine at home," the girl warned.
Lin Xi: "..."
At that moment, Lin Xi couldn't help wondering: *If Ye Huan had his way with me for free, why aren't I in as miserable a state as Xiang Yingxin?* *Bah, bah, bah, what on earth am I letting my mind wander to?*
By this time, Ye Huan had already knocked out all fifty hoodlums. Not a single one was left in one piece—either with broken arms, fractured legs, or bashed-in, bleeding heads.
Furthermore, every single one of them was completely unconscious!
"You—you, exactly what kind of person are you?"
Jin Peng, the only one still conscious, could no longer worry about his broken arm and the agonizing pain throughout his body. He stared in absolute terror at Ye Huan, who looked like a descending demon king.
In all his life, he had never witnessed anyone so formidable and so ruthless.
"A socialist successor!" Ye Huan answered offhandedly.
Jin Peng: "..."
Lin Xi: "..."
Su Lei and the others: "..."
Without paying Jin Peng any further attention, Ye Huan walked over to Shen Huamei, who was curled up on the ground and still suffering from spasms. He grabbed her hand to take her pulse and prepared to help her up.
"Take your filthy hands off me!"
Enduring the agonizing abdominal cramps, Shen Huamei slapped Ye Huan's hand away.
Ye Huan frowned. This ungrateful girl really didn't know a good turn when she saw one.
At that moment, Lin Xi and the others hurried over. Earlier, while Shen Huamei was right in the middle of the battlefield, they hadn't dared to approach. Now that the enemies on the battlefield were all knocked out, they finally had the courage to come close.
"Huamei, I'm taking you to the hospital!" Lin Xi said as she helped Shen Huamei up.
"Mm!" Shen Huamei squeezed her eyes shut against the sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Her face was deathly pale, and sweat poured down her skin in torrents.
"No need for the hospital. I can clear it up with a few massages!" Ye Huan said.
Everyone instantly shot Ye Huan looks that clearly said, *A pork butcher thinks he knows medicine?*
"You know medicine?" Lin Xi asked in surprise.
Before Ye Huan could answer, Shen Huamei said with utter disgust, "Take me to the hospital. I will never allow a pork butcher to touch my body."
Ye Huan almost couldn't restrain the urge to slap Shen Huamei across the face. He said coldly, "Your lower abdomen has suffered severe trauma, and the pooled blood must be cleared away immediately, or it will affect your fertility! If you go to the hospital now, the doctors will only give you glucose drips and anti-inflammatory drugs. By the time the pain subsides on its own, it will be too late to clear out the stagnant blood!"
Ye Huan phrased it relatively politely, but everyone present understood the implication. Jin Peng had kicked Shen Huamei hard in the lower abdomen three times, and the importance of that area to a woman went without saying.
Naturally, Shen Huamei understood this logic as well. If she were to lose her ability to bear children simply out of disgust for Ye Huan, she would never be able to become a mother in this lifetime, nor would she ever find a partner she liked—no man would be willing to marry a barren woman.
"Then hurry up and do it!"
Seeing the complex expression cross Shen Huamei's face, Lin Xi realized Ye Huan's words had frightened her friend, and she immediately urged Ye Huan to start the massage right away.
At this, Su Lei chimed in with a sarcastic sneer, "Talking big like it's the absolute truth! Even if what you say is true, what if you're unable to clear the stagnant blood in Shen Huamei's lower abdomen? Wouldn't you just cause her to miss the optimal window for treatment?"
*Slap!*
Without a second thought, Ye Huan lashed out and slapped Su Lei across the face. "Say one more word and find out what happens!"
Frightened, Su Lei shrank his neck and scrambled back several steps, daring not to say another word. Inside, however, he was burning with absolute rage. This damned pork butcher actually had the audacity to slap him in public—he would definitely have to settle this score!
"Lay her flat on her back!" Ye Huan instructed Lin Xi and the other girl supporting Shen Huamei once Su Lei quieted down.
The two of them immediately and carefully lowered Shen Huamei to the floor.
Crouching down, Ye Huan placed his hand over Shen Huamei's lower abdomen and began to massage it gently.
Shen Huamei's delicate frame trembled violently. She barely managed to resist the impulse to kick Ye Huan away. Being massaged in such a sensitive area by a pork butcher in front of everyone was quite simply the greatest humiliation of her life.
The very next moment, however, Shen Huamei felt Ye Huan's palm grow warm. A stream of heat radiated through his hand, penetrating deep into her lower abdomen. Instantly, a sensation of profound warmth and comfort spread throughout her body, feeling so wonderful she almost cried out.
Before long, Shen Huamei felt the pain in her lower abdomen vanish entirely. Even her left cheek, which had taken a slap, stopped hurting!
"All done!" Ye Huan said as he stood up.
"Done?" Lin Xi asked, stunned, as she looked anxiously at Shen Huamei. "Huamei, do you really not hurt anymore?"
"It doesn't hurt!" Shen Huamei rose to her feet on her own, glaring coldly at Ye Huan with undisguised aversion. "Don't think that just because you helped me, I'll be grateful to you. I'm still against you and Lin Xi being together, and I still maintain that you aren't good enough for her."
Ye Huan shrugged his shoulders. He had never harbored any expectations that Shen Huamei would thank him anyway. The only reason he helped her was simply because he didn't want to ruin her birthday party on account of himself and Lin Xi, which would create a rift in the friendship between Lin Xi and Shen Huamei.
"You—you actually know medical skills?" Seeing that Shen Huamei was truly fine, Lin Xi looked at Ye Huan in shock.
Su Lei and the others were equally dumbfounded. They simply couldn't believe that a pork butcher possessed medical skills.
"I'm a butcher, so I often treat boars, sows, and piglets. People in the trade call me the 'Miracle Doctor of Pipi Pig's House'!" Ye Huan looked at Shen Huamei and said with a smile.
As soon as those words left his mouth, the exact same word flashed collectively in everyone's mind... veterinarian!
Shen Huamei felt like she didn't want to live anymore. It was bad enough that her lower abdomen had been massaged by a pork butcher, but this pork butcher turned out to be a veterinarian! She had practically been treated like a pig!
"Get out of my sight right now! My birthday party doesn't welcome you!" Shen Huamei roared at Ye Huan once she snapped out of her shock.
"Don't get angry, I'm leaving right now, right this second. Anger leads to endocrine disorders, irregular periods, and liver dysfunction, which in turn affects your fertility!" Ye Huan hurriedly soothed her.
It would have been better if he hadn't tried to comfort her, but this attempt only made Shen Huamei even more furious.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
"You got it!"
Ye Huan broke into a jog, grabbed the half-dead Jin Peng, and hauled him toward the exit.
At that moment, Xiang Yingxin splayed her legs and walked over to Lin Xi with an awkward, stiff gait, provoking her deliberately. "Lin Xi, your husband is too amazing. I'll be asking him out often in the future, so I hope you won't try to stop me!"
Everyone was utterly shocked. This girl had been put through the wringer by Ye Huan, yet her tone was filled not with resentment, but with the distinct flavor of someone wanting more and becoming addicted.
"Ye Huan, how was Xiang Yingxin?" Lin Xi ignored Xiang Yingxin entirely and asked in a loud voice.
"Very smooth!" Ye Huan answered loudly from the doorway of the bar.
"I give you permission to look for Xiang Yingxin to play often from now on anyway—it's free of charge!" Lin Xi declared loudly.
"No problem!" Ye Huan flashed Lin Xi an OK sign before hauling Jin Peng out of the bar!
The dialogue between Ye Huan and Lin Xi left Xiang Yingxin trembling with rage!
In truth, Xiang Yingxin had never actually "done the deed" with Ye Huan. The state she was in right now was purely the result of dancing high-intensity routines for over half an hour and singing for over half an hour—she was simply exhausted!
But other people didn't know that!
Consequently, Xiang Yingxin had wanted to claim publicly that she and Ye Huan had been intimate. That way, within a couple of days, everyone in Pengcheng's upper-crust circles would know that Lin Xi's husband had cheated on her, and right in front of Lin Xi to boot.
By then, Lin Xi would have been utterly disgraced!
Yet those few sentences exchanged between Ye Huan and Lin Xi had completely dismantled her entire plan.
Once word of this got out, everyone would assume she had been played with by Ye Huan—and worse, that Lin Xi had given Ye Huan permission to do so.
Her reputation would be thoroughly ruined!
...
After dragging the half-dead Jin Peng out of the bar, Ye Huan called Lin Xi. "Why did Jin Peng send men to grab you at the bar tonight?"
Lin Xi immediately recounted how Jin Jiu had come looking for her at Lin's Group that afternoon. Hesitating for a moment, she ultimately decided to follow her grandfather's wishes and ask if Ye Huan had a way to resolve the problem. "Jin Feiyu was arrested, and now you've crippled Jin Peng. Knowing Jin Jiu's personality, he's bound to take out his insane revenge on me. Do you have any way to stop him from coming after me?"
Ye Huan thought for a moment. "I'll go cripple Jin Jiu!"
That was Ye Huan for you; his train of thought was always entirely different from anyone else's.
If anyone else encountered trouble like Lin Xi's, they would rack their brains trying to find a solution:
Either run away;
Or pull every string imaginable to beg Jin Jiu for mercy;
Or step up their security detail.
But Ye Huan was something else entirely. When faced with trouble that couldn't be resolved, his very first thought was to eliminate the person who manufactured the trouble.
Lin Xi: *A psychiatric patient's thought process really is different from normal people. Well, watch your safety—I'll wait for you at the bar!*
Ye Huan couldn't help being speechless. He had mentioned he was in the slaughter business, and Lin Xi immediately concluded he was a mere pork butcher; he had a quirk in his brain, and Lin Xi mistook him for a mental patient.
Unbelievable!
"Pork butcher, I advise you to give up any ideas you have about my father, and stop sticking your nose into the feud between the Jin family and Lin Xi, or you'll die a very ugly death!" Jin Peng, lying half-dead on the ground, said in a cold voice.
"If you knew who I am, you wouldn't be saying that." Ye Huan scoffed disdainfully, casually kicking Jin Peng unconscious. He dragged him out to the parking lot and shoved him into the trunk.
Once in the driver's seat, he rolled down the window and shouted, "Lead me to Jin Jiu!"
Immediately, the Hell Gate Water and Fire Judges, who had been secretly protecting Ye Huan all along, pulled their car out in front to clear the way and guide him.
...
Inside the living room of the luxurious villa!
Jin Jiu sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, a cigar clenched between his teeth as a ruthless glint flashed repeatedly in his eyes.
He was waiting for Lin Xi!
To be precise, he was waiting for Jin Peng to bring Lin Xi to him!
"It's been almost two hours now. Why hasn't little Peng made his move yet?" Jin Jiu glanced at the time, frowning as he muttered to himself.
The butler standing nearby said with a hint of worry, "Ninth Master, you don't think anything has happened to the Second Young Master, do you?"
"Impossible!" Jin Jiu said with absolute confidence. "Little Peng took fifty men with him. Snatching a woman with no power to truss a chicken is child's play. I expect Little Peng must have gotten sidetracked playing around at the bar; the boy is just too fond of having fun."
"Should I call the Second Young Master to hurry them along?" the butler asked.
"Mm." Jin Jiu nodded.
The butler immediately took out his phone and dialed Jin Peng's number. A moment later, a phone ringtone began to chime from just outside the villa.
"Little Peng is back!"
Jin Jiu sprang to his feet, picked up the Tang knife resting on the coffee table, unsheathed it, and told the butler, "Go out and greet them. Hurry up and bring that bitch Lin Xi inside—tonight, I'm going to carve her up alive, piece by piece, with my own hands."
Acknowledging the order, the butler turned to head outside.
Right at that moment, however, the front doors of the villa were kicked open with immense force, and Jin Peng was hurled inside like a ragdoll.
"Dad! Don't let this pork butcher get away—kill him, kill him..." Jin Peng pointed at Ye Huan, who was walking into the room, and roared with fury.
"This..."
Seeing the state Jin Peng was in, the expressions of Jin Jiu and the butler shifted drastically. When their eyes fell on Ye Huan following closely behind, Jin Jiu demanded in a cold voice, "Who the hell are you? Did you do this to my son?"
Before Ye Huan could answer, Jin Peng shrieked at the top of his lungs, "It was him, Dad! He's the one who beat me up. Hurry up and kill him to avenge me!"
Jin Jiu's gaze sharpened, fixing on Ye Huan like a poisonous snake. He said coldly, "You beat my son, and yet you dare to walk right up to my door alone. Boy, I, Jin Jiu, have roamed the underworld for so many years, but I've never seen anyone bolder than you, nor anyone more arrogant and reckless."
"I'm not here to shoot the breeze with you!" Ye Huan replied indifferently.
"Then what are you here for?" Jin Jiu demanded.
Just as Ye Huan was about to answer, Jin Peng blurted out, "Dad, he's here to cripple you!"
"Cripple me? Hahahahaha..."
Jin Jiu burst into cold laughter, looking down at Ye Huan with utter contempt. "Ever since I first stepped foot into the pugilistic world, the number of people who wanted to cripple me is countless. But those people either ended up crippled by me or killed by me. Boy, if you want to cripple me, you'll have to see if you actually have what it takes."
With that, he tossed the Tang knife in his hand to the butler and commanded, "Sever his heel tendons. I don't like the way he's standing while talking to me!"
"Understood!"
The butler caught the Tang knife, looking at Ye Huan with a playful smirk. "Kid, since you dared to show up here all by yourself and had the gall to talk about crippling Ninth Master, you must have a few tricks up your sleeve. I'll give you the first move so nobody can say I'm bullying you!"
Looking at the butler's overbearing, punchable face, Ye Huan couldn't muster any real fighting spirit. He said, "I'm here for Jin Jiu, not you. I'll give you three seconds to get out of my sight right now."
"Oh ho, quite the tough guy, aren't you?" The butler chuckled.
Jin Jiu and Jin Peng also let out cruel, mocking laughs. They both knew the extent of the butler's strength; for Ye Huan to act so high and mighty in front of him was simply courting death.
"One!" Ye Huan began to count.
"Seeking death!"
Enraged by Ye Huan's arrogance and total disregard for him, the butler lunged forward, closing the distance in a flash. Instead of using the Tang knife in his hand, he lashed out with a vicious kick aimed straight at Ye Huan's chest.
In the butler's view, fighting a pretty boy like Ye Huan hand-to-hand was already a form of bullying; using a weapon would be piling it on. Furthermore, Jin Jiu hadn't ordered him to kill the fellow, so he figured he could easily beat Ye Huan into submission with his bare hands and then casually slice his heel tendons afterward!
Facing the butler's powerful kick, Ye Huan offered a cold, dismissive smirk. He simply sidestepped slightly to evade the blow and stated, "Two!"
Oh?
Seeing that Ye Huan had actually dodged his kick, the butler was genuinely surprised. "Well, I'll be. You actually have a few moves, kid."
As he spoke, the foot he used to kick touched down, and he smoothly dropped his weight into a sweeping low kick, intending to knock Ye Huan off his feet.
"Three!"
Ye Huan counted to three. Rather than dodging the sweeping low kick, he simply raised one foot and brought it down precisely onto the lower leg of the oncoming sweep.
*Crack!*
Accompanied by a hair-raising sound of breaking bone, the butler's lower leg was snapped clean in half!
"Ah..."
The butler let out a miserable shriek. His remaining sound leg bounced backward a meter or two as he stared at Ye Huan in sheer shock.
He knew all too well how fast his sweeping kick had been. For Ye Huan to accurately land a single foot right on his shin proved beyond a doubt that he had underestimated his opponent—Ye Huan was strong, far stronger than him!
"This..."
Seeing that the butler had not only failed to land a hit in two consecutive moves, but had actually gotten his leg snapped by Ye Huan, the ferocious grins finally vanished from the faces of Jin Jiu and Jin Peng.
At the same time, they realized that Ye Huan's strength was easily on par with—or exceeded—the butler's!
*Oh no, we've kicked a steel plate this time...* Jin Jiu thought to himself.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't know how to cherish it."
Picking up the Tang knife that had dropped when the butler bounced backward in agony, Ye Huan walked toward the man at a leisurely pace and spoke coldly.
"Don't come any closer..."
Panic set in. Hopping backward on his single sound leg, the butler babbled, "I'm leaving, I'll disappear from your sight right now..."
Before he could finish, his back slammed against the television stand—he had nowhere left to run!
"Take one last look at this world."
Indifferently, Ye Huan swung the slaughter blade in his hand.
A look of utter terror and regret froze on the butler's face as his head rolled across the floor, blood gushing like a fountain from his severed neck.
"Ah..."
Seeing Ye Huan actually kill the butler—and in such a gruesome, execution-style manner—Jin Jiu and Jin Peng let out terrified screams.
At last, it dawned on them that Ye Huan was no ordinary person.
What ordinary person would dare kill someone, let alone do it with such ruthless ease, as if taking lives was second nature to them?
"Why are there always so many people in this world who think their lives are too long?"
Wielding the blade, Ye Huan turned his gaze to Jin Jiu and asked, "Now do you believe I have the ability to cripple you?"
*Thud!* Jin Jiu dropped straight to his knees. "Spare my life! Spare me! I have money, I have lots of money! As long as you don't kill me, I'll give you whatever amount you want..."
As an overlord who had dominated the underworld for generation, Jin Jiu understood the art of bending and stretching. When facing someone weaker, he would strike with thunderous brutality; but when facing someone stronger, kneeling, begging for mercy, and buying his way out were all fair game—he would do anything as long as it kept him alive.
"You deserve to die!"
Walking up to Jin Jiu, Ye Huan raised the slaughter knife high.
Originally, he hadn't planned on taking lives. But since he had already killed the butler, he might as well finish off Jin Jiu too—consider it doing a good deed by ridding Pengcheng of this public scourge!
"Hold your blade!"
Just as Ye Huan was about to bring the knife down, and right as Jin Jiu was literally scared out of his wits, a hurried voice rang out from the entrance.
The next instant, Hongluan rushed inside in a flurry.
"Hold your blade! Don't kill him!"