Nine-layer armor-breaking

Chapter 363: Stay with me to the end
Looking at the two people in front of him, Eleven was startled, as if he understood something. He was about to stop the tall, burly man from speaking, but the man blurted out, "Can't you see? What do you mean by 'the person behind me'? I'm the boss!"

Seeing the man angrily pounding the table, Eleven realized it was all too late.

"You're the boss? You've achieved this scale without relying on others?" Jiang Yuan asked leisurely.

Upon hearing this, he glanced at the long sword propped up high behind him, and laughed angrily, "What do I need to rely on? You underestimate me too much! I've come this far step by step with this sword in hand, what are you! You dare to doubt me?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan smiled, while Eleven slowly closed her eyes.

"You dare laugh... Ah!"

Before the man could finish speaking, Jiang Yuan slammed his hand on the table, sending an empty teacup flying from a distance. He then caught the teacup between two fingers and swiftly struck the man with it, followed by a crisp, satisfying sound.

While the man was speaking with his mouth open, Jiang Yuan swiftly shoved the teacup into his mouth, and in an instant, several teeth fell out.

Although the incident happened to him, he only realized what was happening after he was attacked, staring dumbfounded at the person in front of him.

Eleven opened his eyes immediately after letting out a scream. Seeing the scene before him, he stared incredulously at the mysterious hooded man and couldn't help but gasp.

Meanwhile, those waiting outside were also startled by the scream, and a murmur of discussion arose among them...

"See, it got fixed!"

"I knew it! What good can come of going against the boss!"

"But this sound..."

Those outside the door discussed the scream, instinctively assuming it came from the hooded man. They hadn't heard their leader make that sound, so they naturally wouldn't suspect it could have come from him. However, some had better hearing…

The man hissed in pain, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with shock as he stared blankly at the person opposite him, stammering angrily, "You! Who...who are you?"

"We couldn't find out your identity before, so what can we expect to get out of you now that you're in this state?" Jiang Yuan let out a long breath. "Tell us, tell us about your 'glorious' deeds over the years, and tell us about those people outside."

Faced with the current situation, Eleven understood. This was a show of force from the person who wished to remain anonymous, demanding that they honestly confess to each and every crime.

In fact, if this mercenary group had powerful backers, even if they were utterly wicked, Jiang Yuan wouldn't dare to risk inquiring about them for the sake of the Jiang family. After all, knowing too much would bring danger.

But after Jiang Yuan's inquiry, he felt much more at ease. Since they had already offended them, they might as well clean this place up and eliminate the root of the problem.

He had suspected Jiang Yuan's identity before the National Day holiday. He could tell that the hooded man wasn't just pretending to be profound, but someone of genuine status and position. However, he never expected the hooded man to be a martial artist!
In his conjecture, if the hooded man were a martial artist, he wouldn't have been able to stand safely when his followers were about to be exhausted during their previous encounter.

After all, standing by and watching the show like him wouldn't do the hooded man much good. If he had enough strength, he could only preserve his fighting power by helping out.

However, Jiang Yuan was also somewhat anxious at that time. He did not leisurely watch the show like Eleven.

He wore a hood, so it was naturally difficult for others to observe his expression.

He was not taking action out of necessity, and also because the time was not right. He kept a close eye on the battle and was always waiting for an opportunity.

"Who do you think you are!" He spat on the ground, the residue on his lips making them appear even redder, and he actually looked a bit healthier than before.

"I didn't expect you to launch a sneak attack." He tried to justify himself, then added, "A guy who doesn't dare show his true face thinks he can fool me with such petty tricks? Dream on!" He chuckled contemptuously and said to Jiang Yuan in an extremely provocative tone, "If you want me to explain everything, we'll see if you have the ability! Fight me! If you win, I'm at your disposal; if you lose, the dead don't deserve to hear a single word from me."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, I'll play along to the end."

The tall, burly man took a few steps back, then pushed the long sword upwards with his backhand, and in the next instant, the long sword was in his hand.

He swiftly leaped onto the table, standing in front of Jiang Yuan, the blade pressed against Jiang Yuan's neck, looking down at him from above.

However, Jiang Yuan remained unmoved and showed no fear whatsoever in the face of the rapidly approaching longsword.

Seeing that Jiang Yuan did not react, the "boss" was at a loss.

"Hey! Are you blind because you're wearing this thing, or do you think you can intimidate me with your presence?"

The leader looked puzzled. Eleven observed the two men's movements and was also very curious about the hooded man, wanting to see what he would do next.

"Is there another possibility?" Jiang Yuan remained unmoved.

"What?" he replied instinctively.

"Is it possible that I didn't take you seriously at all?"

"You don't take me seriously?" he muttered darkly, then burst into laughter. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life, what a joke! You're the first person who doesn't respect me."

"This will probably be the last one. Your life is too short, and besides, it's over now."

Jiang Yuan's calm words provoked the boss to great anger.

No one had spoken to him calmly yet, but their words were full of sarcasm.

The leader no longer found it fun to argue with Jiang Yuan. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he swung the long knife in his hand directly at Jiang Yuan's neck.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Yuan quickly dodged, kicked the chair away, and let it slide smoothly across the ground.

The eldest brother jumped off the table and followed Jiang Yuan.

"Well, you've got some skills!" He brandished his long sword a few times. "But your amateurish skills are no match for mine."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yuan asked back, remaining standing still and waiting for the other party to make a move.

At this moment, Eleven had quietly left his seat and stood a little distance away from the two of them.

Logically speaking, as a subordinate, Eleven should have asked his boss first, even though he knew perfectly well that his boss wouldn't ask for his help at this time, lest he lose face.

Judging from the current performance of the hooded man, he doesn't need to lend a hand during the National Day holiday.

However, in the end, Shi Yi couldn't bring herself to ask.

(End of this chapter)