Chapter 92: The Knife Was Suddenly Drawn

What’s up with Ye? As they passed by the internet cafe, the clever Chen Fang also called over Liu Wentao and Du Tao. He stood beside Zhang Ye, casually watching the three men ahead. These fellows carried a fierce aura that he had only seen in the brawlers of prison, so he didn’t dare be careless.

“You guys grab him and don’t let him escape,” Zhang Ye nodded to Liu Wentao, then pointed at Shen Kaixing and said. “He came here to collect the debt, right? You took him away like this—doesn’t that seem a bit unethical?”

These men were all shirtless, with tattoos scattered across their shoulders or more, ferocious dragon heads, roaring tiger heads, lone wolves howling to the sky…

“I don’t know what you mean, and I don’t need to. The police are about to arrive. If you don’t want to get hauled in with him, it’s best not to interfere,” Zhang Ye replied calmly, staring at them.

“We’re just debt collectors. Shen Kaixing owes us 100,000 yuan. We don’t care how the money was obtained, but since he’s come onto our territory, he’ll definitely be handed over to us. Just leave the money, and his life or death is up to you,” the leading Brother Shi stopped impulsive Ye Tong from charging forward and said.

Actually, the outside world has many misunderstandings about the underworld, imagining them as those swaggering, domineering types who walk like crabs, swaying and swinging, who fly into rages at the drop of a hat, slap someone across the face and strut around boasting, calling each other Brother Ji or Brother Nan, acting like they own the world. But these aren’t black society—they’re just a bunch of social worms, small-time hoodlums.

The real black society’s most important trait isn’t fighting ability, but perception. Knowing who can be taught a lesson and who shouldn’t be messed with—not just knowing in their hearts, but also measuring people when looking at them.

Zhang Ye’s face looked youthful and immature, not seeming much older, yet when facing them he showed no fear at all. If it weren’t for relying on someone or being fearless, or perhaps being a fool who doesn’t know his own strength, then it would be the latter. From his composed demeanor and Liu Wentao beside him with steady steps and heavy stance, one could tell they’d practiced martial arts, so it was clearly the former.

“No way,” Zhang Ye shook his head, pointing at the bag in his hand. “This money belongs to my brother-in-law. The money he took was a scam on my brother-in-law. No matter what your grievances are, this money doesn’t belong to you or him.”

“Then there’s nothing we can do about it. We came here just to collect the debt. If we don’t get it back, we’ll be scolded and punished anyway. Rather than us suffering some bruises and being beaten and cursed later, it’s better to just snatch it now and reclaim our due debt.” With that, Brother Shi no longer held back, directly reaching out and charging over, truly intending to grab it.

Zhang Ye naturally wouldn’t let him have his way, stepping back a step to dodge his claw. Then Liu Wentao charged forward.

There are extraordinary figures in prisons. After several years in prison, Liu Wentao had taken an old man of unassuming appearance as his master. Though he’d never seen him fight, in prison he was greatly respected, and even those lawless men didn’t dare to be arrogant before him. So he believed the old man must be a master with extraordinary skills, and he learned with great diligence.

Even now, after coming out, he hadn’t let go of the skills he learned inside, practicing every day, persisting in training.

When Shi Fei’s fist came charging, without thinking, he directly collided back.

Punch met punch. He had never feared anyone. Practiced for years in there, even the prison tyrants didn’t dare truly clash fists with him.

“Impressive,” Shi Fei rubbed his somewhat swollen fist, his face twitching continuously. That scar looked even more terrifying.

“Better than you!” Liu Wentao gave a cold hum, his steps sprang, and a fist struck out again.

Punch met punch. Unable to help it, Shi Fei lifted his swollen, painful hand to meet Liu Wentao’s. But the result was even more disastrous. Under the great force, his entire fist bone seemed about to shatter, the wound from the force splitting it left him with blood.

“Still standing there staring? Grab a weapon and hit!” Since getting into the black world, what kind of people hadn’t he encountered? The fierce and sly ones, the last ones alive not chopped down, relied not on strength alone. When he had help, he never held back.

But he had underestimated Liu Wentao, even more so Zhang Ye.

After Chen Fang and Du Tao subdued Shen Kaixing together, Zhang Ye suddenly tossed the bag to Liu Guangxiang, then directly charged toward the other two.

“Coming at a good time,” Ye Tong thought Zhang Ye was young and his strength must be small, so he quickly extended his palm and slapped it out, wanting to fling Zhang Ye away.

Sure enough, Zhang Ye seemed to have no combat experience at all, facing the slap, he froze, ignoring it, not dodging. Seeing his palm about to hit the opponent’s face, a look of triumph appeared on Ye Tong’s face. Just as he imagined Zhang Ye being slapped away by him and his own majestic appearance, his palm suddenly missed, then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, his breath caught, and then a whistling wind sound came from beside his ear, and his whole body flew backward.

While Zhang Ye sidestepped to dodge Ye Tong’s palm, he thrust out a leg, kicking hard into his stomach. The movements were so swift they were like thunder unable to be stopped, done in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ye’s main strength was shown in his pair of legs. Compared to leg speed, he believed that within Lihua County, no one was his match.

At this moment, another somewhat tall and thin youth charged over. A patch of scar like a burn on his arm was terrifying, especially since he was shirtless and deliberately held this hand forward, even more conspicuous.

Zhang Ye was about to kick him away with a leg when his expression changed. He quickly flashed to the side, then pounced forward, slamming a fist hard into his face.

This guy was really cunning, hiding a knife behind him. Using his body and the conspicuous scar on his other hand to attract Zhang Ye’s attention, then quickly slashing at him up close. If it weren’t for Zhang Ye’s combat experience from his previous life being decent and himself being alert enough, he would have taken a hit this time.

“Careful!” At this point, Liu Guangxiang behind shouted out in alarm.

“Looking for death.” Zhang Ye had always been one who remembered grudges well. Those who treated him well, he remembered in his heart and would repay tenfold or a hundredfold, while those harboring malice against him, he wouldn’t let go, and whenever there was an opportunity, he would make them pay back a hundred or thousand times.

He had originally thought this was just an ordinary fight; beating someone until they hurt and injured, it’s nothing, fighting makes one healthier. But now, the opponent had pulled out a knife, had actually pulled out a knife.

He was furious.