The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

The moment the iron gate opened, a strong smell of blood and urine hit them. The Eighth Hall Master heard the noise and suddenly pounced on them like a mad dog, his eyes wide open and making "ho ho" sounds, as if he wanted to tear them apart.

"Get out of here!" Chen Yifan kicked him back, "Behave yourself!"

The Eighth Hall Master was kicked against the wall, but he didn't stop. Instead, he banged his head against the wall again and again. Blood flowed down his forehead, leaving red marks on the wall.

"Damn! Why does he attack you too?" Su Yang pulled Chen Yifan's arm and looked at the Eighth Hall Master vigilantly.

"Tsk, stop picking on me."

Chen Yifan pulled his arm back in disgust and ignored him. The quiet room was bare, save for a straw-covered mat on the floor. The vent in the corner was welded shut with steel bars, and the steel was wrapped in a layer of wire mesh. It looked like not even a cat could get in.

"How did she get in?" Su Yang couldn't help but ask, his eyes fixed on the vent, which was the only place in the room connected to the outside world.

Chen Yifan walked to the vent and tapped the steel bars with his saber, making a dull sound. "The steel bars haven't been tampered with." He frowned, noticing something stuck to the edge of the wire mesh. "Come and take a look."

Su Yang moved closer and found a black thread stuck in the gap of the wire mesh. It was as thin as a hair and covered with some dark red powder.

"It was a drug." Chen Yifan picked out the thread with his saber. "She mixed the drug in the smoke and blew it in through the vent, knocking out the guard." He paused, his eyes growing colder. "But this only explains how she knocked people out. It doesn't explain how she made the Eighth Hall Master bite off his tongue... to check the other end of the vent."

The ventilation pipe was like a black snake, winding through the underground maze of the headquarters, and finally leading to a drain on the roof. Chen Yifan and Su Yang climbed up to the roof and found a footprint next to the drain.

"She came in from here." Chen Yifan squatted down and picked up a hair from the footprint with his saber. "It's black, just reaching her shoulders. It's hers."

Su Yang accidentally looked at the low wall next to the drain: "Brother Chen, look there!"

There was something on the low wall—a wooden slingshot with a black cloth wrapped around the handle. It was the same one Prisoner Skeleton used. Next to the slingshot was a piece of paper with a message written in red pen: "Hard Bones, I'm in the underground fighting arena in the Old Port area. Remember to bring your burden with you."

"A burden?" Su Yang stared at the words on the paper, his brows knitted into a knot. He looked left and right but still couldn't understand. "Brother Chen, who is she talking about? We don't have anyone else with us."

Chen Yifan glanced at him sideways, his eyes clearly saying "What do you think", and there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

Su Yang was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly reacted and pointed at his nose with a look of disbelief: "Me? She called me a burden?"

He was a little unconvinced and a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head: "I clearly helped you trip her yesterday and even grabbed her arm, how did I become a burden..."

"What else?" Chen Yifan put away the paper and put it in his pocket, "Have some self-awareness."

Su Yang was choked and had nothing to refute. He could only curl his lips in dissatisfaction: "So... shall we go or not? This is obviously a trap."

"Go." Chen Yifan spat out a word, his eyes sharp as a knife, "She has set up her place right at our doorstep. If we don't go, won't it seem like we're scared? Besides, it's a good opportunity to settle the accounts of the past few days."

The two returned to headquarters and told Xiao Heidan about the situation. After listening, he pondered for a moment: "There are all kinds of people there, be careful." He paused and looked at Su Yang, "If it really doesn't work, retreat first, don't fight hard."

"I got it!" Su Yang patted his chest and promised, but he was holding back his energy in his heart, determined to let Qiu Gu see that he was not a burden.

Chen Yifan drove the modified SUV back toward the Old Port. The closer he got to the fighting arena, the more turbid the air became. The roadside lights flickered, casting distorted shadows on people.

The underground fighting arena was hidden under an abandoned slaughterhouse. The entrance was a rusty iron gate. Two burly men were guarding the door. When they saw Chen Yifan coming, they nodded and bowed as they opened the door.

As soon as he entered, a mixture of sweat, blood, and cheap tobacco hit him, making Su Yang cough. The place was packed with people, noisy and chaotic, with the roars of gamblers, the muffled thud of fists hitting flesh, and the harsh sound of metal clashing, like a boiling hell.

"Damn, this place smells worse than a septic tank." Su Yang pinched his nose and leaned closer to Chen Yifan.

They had barely taken two steps when a rough-faced man with a face full of flesh approached them. The man was shirtless, with a crooked dragon tattooed on his chest. His eyes darted around Su Yang, lingering for a long time on his fair face and slender waist, a malicious smile on his face.

Before Su Yang could react, the man suddenly reached out and touched his buttocks, and said in a greasy voice with a teasing tone: "This pretty boy looks so young. How much for one night? Come with me..."

"Ow—!"

Before he could finish his words, the man let out a scream. Chen Yifan had grabbed his wrist without him noticing, his eyes as cold as ice. With a crisp "crack," the man's left hand bent at a strange angle, the bone shards almost breaking through the skin.

"Get out!" Chen Yifan let go of his hand. His voice was not loud, but it was filled with a chilling murderous aura.

The rough guy's face turned pale with pain, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He dared not say anything more. He crawled away holding his broken hand, not daring to leave even a harsh word.

The people around only glanced at it briefly before quickly returning their attention to the central fighting arena. They had seen countless instances of severed limbs, so this minor skirmish was nothing to them.

Su Yang was still angry. He rubbed his buttocks and glared at the man's back: "What the hell!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Yifan pulled him aside and pointed at the fighting arena. "Look there."

Su Yang looked in the direction he pointed, and his heart suddenly sank.

On the fighting stage, a figure wearing a black hoodie was standing there with the brim pulled down low. It was Qiu Gu.

Opposite her stood a burly man who was over two meters tall. He was covered in muscles, his arms were thicker than Su Yang's thighs, and there was a hideous scar on his face. It was obvious that he was a tough guy who had been in the boxing ring for many years.

As soon as the referee shouted "start", the strong man rushed forward with a roar, and his fist as big as a casserole hit Qiu Gu's head with a sound of wind. It looked like he wanted to smash her head into pieces with one punch.

The audience suddenly burst into laughter and cheers.

"I'm afraid this girl won't survive more than three moves!"

"Scar Qiang is a tough guy who has won ten games in a row. This small body is not enough for him to fill his teeth!"

But the next second, everyone's laughter got stuck in their throats.

Facing the powerful punch from the sturdy man, Qiu Gu simply leaned sideways, dodging like a leaf. At the same time, her hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the sturdy man's arm as it swung, her fingers pinching his joints fiercely.

"Crack!"

The clear sound of bones cracking was particularly harsh in the noisy place.

The strong man's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a heart-wrenching scream. He tried to pull his arm back, but the prisoner's grip was so tight that it seemed as if she was holding a piece of wood instead of a human arm.

Then, before the strong man could react, Qiugu raised his foot and slammed his knee into his elbow.

“Click—!”

There was another crisp sound.

The strong man's arm was completely disabled, hanging at a strange angle, with bone fragments piercing the skin, revealing the pale color and dark red flesh.

But Qiu Gu didn't stop.

Like an emotionless beast, she loosened her disabled arm and rushed forward in an instant, hitting the strong man's ribs with her elbow and punching his knees, each blow landing precisely on the joints.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking continued, accompanied by the strong man's screams becoming increasingly weaker. His huge body was tottering like a small mountain, his face was full of fear and pain, and beads of sweat rolled down, mixing with blood and flowing all over the ground.

There was no pause in Prisoner's movements, no expression on her face. Her hoodie was splattered with blood, but her eyes remained as empty as a deep well, as if what she was seeing wasn't a bloody beating, but simply something ordinary.

She didn't feel any pain, didn't get tired, she just mechanically and cruelly dismantled every inch of her opponent's bones.

Finally, she chopped the strong man's neck with a knife.

The sturdy man groaned, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang. There was no movement anymore, only his limbs remained in a twisted position, like a broken puppet.

The whole place was silent, even the sound of breathing seemed to have disappeared.

After a few seconds, Qiu Gu slowly raised his head, and his eyes from under the brim of his hat swept across the audience. Finally, he stopped on Su Yang for two seconds, raised his hand, and hooked his finger at him.