You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

"Kneel down, kowtow three times, and hand over all your belongings."

Then, he severed his own right hand, the one that had just hit the person.

His tone was flat and even, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"You can climb out yourself."

His aura was like a taut bowstring, and an invisible, sharp feeling that could suffocate ordinary people spread out. He was obviously a master who had honed his fighting skills to the extreme!

Chen Yang's fingers, which were playing with the coin, suddenly paused, and the silvery light froze on the coin that was fluttering at his fingertips.

The entire parking lot seemed to fall silent instantly.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes showing no anger, but rather a strange, appraising look, as if he were looking at a rare animal.

"Kneel down? Lose your hand?"

Chen Yang's voice carried a strange tone that was both funny and absurd. He casually flicked the coin away, and the coin silently embedded itself in the heavy steel door of a car next to him, leaving only a small dent.

"Those 'old dogs' that your boss Wang keeps..."

He raised his finger and pointed casually upstairs.

"They sent you down here alone?"

Chen Yang's lips curled into a deeper smile, devoid of warmth, only sharp mockery.

"Looks like they're too hungry to walk?"

He slowly straightened up, stretched, his joints cracking crisply, his gaze fixed on what seemed like a lonely piece of meat on a chopping board.

"Go back and tell them."

Chen Yang gestured with his chin toward the terrified messenger, but his gaze was like a sharp knife, fixed on the face of the muscular man known as "Scarface."

"This parking lot is big enough."

"The space... is enough to bury a few people."

The scarred man was thoroughly amused by Chen Yang's arrogance.

"Haha, your arrogance is bigger than athlete's foot! Bury people? I'd rather smash you into the concrete and use you as a roadbed!"

He grinned maliciously, clapping his fists together with a cracking sound, then stomped his feet, launching himself like a cannonball towards Chen Yang, creating a gust of bloody wind.

Chen Yang didn't even lift his eyelids. Just before the opponent's fist, as big as a casserole dish, was about to smash into his face, he twisted his body in a strange way.

The scarred man felt a blur before his eyes as his target vanished, his pent-up strength striking empty air, causing him to stagger forward. Before he could regain his footing, a foot clad in an ordinary sneaker lightly and swiftly reached out in front of his outstretched leg.

"Hey!"

The scarred man couldn't stop in time and tripped over the instep, falling face-first onto the hard concrete floor with a dull thud. The screeching sound scraped away a layer of skin from his horrific scar, leaving him burning with pain.

"Ow!"

The scarred man, in pain and rage, let out a miserable howl and struggled to get up.

A foot stepped on his spine, not with much force, but it made him feel as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing down on him, rendering him unable to move.

"With such rudimentary skills, you dare to come out and collect parking fees?"

Chen Yang's lazy voice came from above.

The henchmen standing nearby were furious when they saw their boss being subdued in one move.

"Abandoned him!"

"Save Scarface!"

They roared, grabbed steel pipes and switchblades hidden behind nearby trash cans, and swarmed forward.

Chen Yang snorted coldly, his foot on the scarred face remained motionless, but his figure suddenly turned into a blurry gray line.

*Pfft!* *Snap!*

what--!
A dull thud, a clear cracking sound, and a piercing scream rang out almost simultaneously.

The first henchman who rushed over and swung the steel pipe felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the steel pipe flew out of his hand; the second henchman had just raised his knife when his chest felt like it had been hit by a speeding motorcycle, and he flew backward off the ground, hitting the third henchman behind him, and the two rolled around in a heap.
The last one, who was a little slower, was slapped across the cheek by Chen Yang's flying kick, several bloody teeth flew out, and he slumped down, wobbling.

The whole process took no more than three seconds.

In addition to the scarred face that was trampled and unable to move, there were four more figures groaning in pain, rolling and howling on the ground.

Scarface lay on the ground, his face pressed against the cold cement, listening to his companion's screams, terrified out of his wits, his body trembling like a leaf.

"Big...Big brother...spare me...I was blind to your greatness...you...you..."

Chen Yang increased the pressure on his feet by half, and the second half of Scarface's plea for mercy turned into a painful gasp.

"Is there a problem with parking the car here?"

Chen Yang spoke in a flat tone, as if asking, "How's the weather today?"

"No! Nobody has any objections! Absolutely no objections! Brother, you can park wherever you want, for as long as you like!"

Scarface, disregarding his appearance, turned his face to the side and almost cried out.

"very good."

Chen Yang loosened his grip slightly.

Scarface suddenly felt a lightness on his back, as if the King of Hell had temporarily removed his chains. Ignoring the pain, he tried to crawl out using both his hands and feet.

Chen Yang's voice rang out again, as cold as ice.

"Wait a minute."

Scarface froze instantly, looking up in terror.

"Go back."

Chen Yang raised his chin, his gaze sweeping over the groaning thugs on the ground before finally settling on Scarface's face, which was contorted with fear and dust.

"Tell your superiors."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, each word like a nail hardened with ice, hammering into Scarface's ear.

"This parking lot is big enough."

"There's enough space... to bury a few people."

Scar's body went limp, and he practically wet himself as he yelled at his companions who hadn't fully gotten up yet.

"Quick! Help me up! Let's go!"

Several people dragged the wounded man and scrambled towards the back door of the bar, not even daring to glance at Chen Yang.

# # #
At this moment, in a small room connected to the inner secret room in the back alley of this casino called "Deep Sea Shark," the atmosphere is completely different. A stack of chips and several bottles of opened liquor are spread out on the table.

Wang Defa, a middle-aged, overweight man with a shiny bald head and a thick gold chain around his neck, sat in the center of the sofa, a mocking smile on his face, watching the surveillance footage projected onto his phone. The footage showed the scene in the underground parking lot.

The images of Scarface and his scrambling fleeing towards the door are clearly visible in the shot.

"Tsk tsk, what a disgrace."

Beside him stood a young man in a red suit, his hair slicked back and his shoes polished to a mirror shine. He swirled the wine glass in his hand, the brown liquid inside reflecting the light from the chandelier, and spoke with a strong sense of contempt.

“When we ask them to do a horse stance or practice a set of moves, it’s like taking their lives.”

"Now look what happened! He didn't even touch anyone, and he's lying all over the floor."

Wang Defa chuckled, a hint of flattery in his voice. "Brother Liu Shaolong is right, these bastards just need to be taught a lesson."

He tapped the screen with his fat finger. On the screen, Chen Yang was dragging an unconscious thug and tossing him into a corner like a garbage bag.

"But this kid is really skilled; he's ruthless and cunning."

There were three other people sitting on the sofa, all dressed in well-tailored casual suits, with composed demeanor and sharp eyes.

They were the "guarantees" that Wang Defa had hired at a high price. The two men sitting to Liu Shaolong's left and right looked indifferent, clearly used to such street brawls.

Behind Liu Shaolong stood a man with sharp features and eagle-like eyes, named Zhao Xiongcheng. He simply crossed his arms and stared at the screen without saying a word.

"Any work?"

Liu Shaolong chuckled and slammed his wine glass heavily on the table.

"I think he's just a brute with some strength. A newcomer to the country, trying to make a name for himself by stepping on the name of my Sea Shark Society? Ha, he doesn't even know how deep the water is."

Liu Shaolong is one of Wang Defa's key allies in this "reshuffling operation," and he holds a hidden power, which Wang Defa relies heavily on.

He waved behind him.

"Qiang, take two tough guys and go have a go at him again. Don't kill him, just beat him half to death and drag him over. I want to see what kind of person dares to be so blind."

"Yes, Brother Long!"

Sitting on another sofa, a muscular man with a blue birthmark on his forehead stood up. Two equally burly thugs with fierce eyes next to him also stood up. The three of them walked out of the secret room without saying a word and headed straight for the back door of the parking lot.

Wang Defa chuckled and picked up his phone from the table.

"Hehe, this is going to be interesting."

Brother Liu Shaolong, let's continue watching.

He cleverly projected the surveillance footage onto the screen again, making it larger.

In the footage, three menacing-looking men quickly appear in the frame.

The leader, A-Qiang, immediately noticed his unconscious companion piled up in the corner, and his face turned ashen.

"Damn it! You dare mess with someone from our Sea Shark Gang? You're fucking asking for it!"

A fierce glint flashed in Ah Qiang's eyes. Without a word, the two burly men beside him attacked from both sides like two walls. The wind howled with punches, and the shadows of kicks were heavy. Their moves were much more ruthless and fierce than those of the previous thugs, clearly showing that they were trained fighters.

In the footage, Chen Yang faces an attack from both sides, his figure swaying like a willow in the wind, seemingly in danger, yet he always manages to dodge the opponent's punches and kicks by the slightest margin.

He even had time to reach out and pat the shoulder of the burly man attacking from the right, like an elder praising a junior for his agility.

"Too slow."

Chen Yang's teasing voice could be faintly heard through the microphone of the monitoring equipment.

Ah Qiang's face turned even uglier.

He roared and joined the fray, the three of them forming a pincer movement. The pressure from their punches and kicks was palpable even through the screen.

Chen Yang's figure became blurred under the combined attack of the three.

Wang Defa watched with great interest, pointing and gesturing at his phone repeatedly.

"Yes! Hit his left ribs! Damn, he dodged it again! Kick his leg!"

He seemed even more excited than the people on the field.

In contrast, Liu Shaolong's originally calm and composed face slowly darkened.

Zhao Xiongcheng, standing behind him, also frowned slightly.

Something's not right.

Zhao Xiongcheng's voice was low and deep.

"This person... isn't just dodging."

Just then, the rhythm in the surveillance footage suddenly changed!
Chen Yang, who had seemed to be in complete control all along, appeared to have grown tired of this cat-and-mouse game. Facing A Qiang's powerful punch aimed straight at his temple, he no longer dodged. Instead, in the split second, he slightly turned his head, and at the same time, his left hand shot out with lightning speed.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, snapping sound.

Ah Qiang's fist, brimming with power, was caught in mid-air by the opponent's hand and remained completely still!
Ah Qiang's pupils shrank sharply. He tried to pull his hand away, but felt as if his wrist was being tightly gripped by an iron clamp!

Before he could react, Chen Yang casually poked the Tanzhong acupoint on his chest with his right index and middle fingers together.

"puff!"

As if struck by lightning, Ah Qiang's massive body stiffened abruptly, all his strength vanished instantly, and a sharp, intense pain and suffocation exploded from his chest, rushing straight to his brain.

His eyes rolled back, and without uttering a sound, his massive body slumped limply to the ground.

As they finished off A-Qiang, the burly man on the left delivered a high sweeping kick, the tip of his leather shoe whistling as it struck Chen Yang's neck.

Chen Yang's left hand, which was gripping A-Qiang's wrist, suddenly sank down!
Chen Yang used the momentum of the unconscious A-Qiang's heavy body to throw him around, turning him into a giant human meteor hammer.

boom!
A dull, chilling thud rang out! The burly man on the left delivered a powerful whip kick to his accomplice, A-Qiang, right in the ribs!

"Crack!"

A clear cracking sound rang out.

"what--!"

The burly man flew backward, clutching his leg which had twisted and deformed in an instant, letting out a scream so shrill it was inhuman.

The burly man attacking from the right was so startled by this sudden and dramatic change that his movements were slowed by half a beat.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chen Yang suddenly and unexpectedly delivered a swift scorpion tail kick to the side with his right foot!

"Oh!"

The heavy sole of the boot imprinted itself precisely on the stomach and abdomen of the last burly man.

"vomit--!"

The burly man's eyes bulged out, and the immense impact prevented him from even screaming. He was bent over like a shrimp, and the filth he spewed from his mouth had a strong, sour stench.

He clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, making a choking "hoarse" sound in his throat, his whole body convulsing.

The entire process, from Chen Yang grabbing A-Qiang's wrist to the last burly man being kicked and falling down, took only two breaths!
Just moments ago, the three elite thugs were full of murderous intent, like hungry tigers descending from the mountain. Now, two of them were lying on the ground groaning in pain, unconscious, while the other was clutching his broken leg and howling like a dying beast.

The underground chamber was deathly silent.

Wang Defa's excitement froze completely. His fat cheeks twitched uncontrollably, his fingers were still on the image projected on the screen, and his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't make a sound.

The scene of Chen Yang swiftly and decisively defeating three people was like a bucket of ice water being poured over his head, chilling him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

“How is this possible…” Wang Defa muttered to himself, his voice dry and hoarse.

"How is this possible?!"

Liu Shaolong suddenly stood up from the sofa. The wine glass in his hand had been crushed without his noticing. Brown wine and glass shards mixed together and flowed all over his hand, but he was completely unaware.

He stared at the projected screen, his eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

These three subordinates were not just for show; they were all tough fighters under his command. Yet, they were so strangely crippled in a single exchange.

Liu Shaolong's expression shifted between surprise and rage, then to a barely perceptible hint of apprehension.

He whirled around, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over Zhao Xiongcheng behind him, and also over another refined-looking, composed man with gold-rimmed glasses, Zhong Fabai, who had been sitting silently beside him. (End of Chapter)