The car was impacted.
Ye Zixiao followed the sound and looked out the window.
He saw about twenty young people strolling over. The leader was a young man with blue-dyed hair, an earring, tattoos showing on his neck, and a switchblade he was twirling.
"Damn it, who is it?"
Lin Bin inside the car immediately cursed.
"Do you know him?"
Ye Zixiao was very calm.
"No, this car door won't open!"
Lin Bin glanced out the window, then started kicking the car door. But the door was severely deformed from the impact, and it was being pressed by the car from the outside, making it impossible to open.
"Hello, Brother Xiao."
The blue-haired punk walked up.
He stood outside the car, looking at Ye Zixiao through the shattered window, saying, "You're just so-so. Not as handsome as the rumors. How can you be a gigolo?"
"Who the hell are you?"
Ye Zixiao asked with a smile.
"You don't even know me?"
"Ah, my apologies."
"Damn it, among the brothers on the street, everyone calls me Young Master Leng. In this area of the Great North Gate, no one doesn't know me. I, Young Master Leng of the Great North Gate, am the toughest on this street."
"My apologies, Young Master Leng!"
Ye Zixiao actually wanted to laugh, but he held it back because he could sense that these troublemaking punks were definitely sent by someone.
"Ye Zixiao, give me an explanation. How can you be with the number one beauty and simultaneously be the gigolo for Jiang Xiaoyao and Tang Keke? I just want to know how!"
"I'm good in bed!"
"That's not right. I'm also good at pleasing. Super professional. I also went to see Jiang Xiaoyao. She wouldn't even let me in. Damn, how are you so lucky?"
"You're still too green!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly kicked.
The left car door, heavily compressed, along with the car pinning it from the outside, was hit as if by a truck. With a roar, the door and the car were slammed backward.
"Oh my god!"
"This is possible?"
"Young Master Leng, how about we just let it go?"
The young people outside were startled.
By this time, Ye Zixiao had already gotten out of the car. The furious Lin Bin followed closely, and the driver, Ah Dong, also got out. The four courtesans dared not move; they hadn't recovered yet.
"Damn it, what are you afraid of!"
Young Master Leng was also stunned by Ye Zixiao's kick, but he quickly regained his senses, holding his knife and shouting, "Kill Ye Zixiao, and we'll become famous. I'll become a big boss!"
"Go!"
"That's right, Young Master Leng, you go first."
"Damn it, let's risk it."
A group of young people eagerly stepped forward.
Ye Zixiao understood.
Judging by what Young Master Leng and his group said, they were truly clueless punks. They weren't here to rob Ye Zixiao for any other reason than to become famous.
This was quite reasonable.
To make a name for oneself in the underworld, one needed a glorious deed. In Beihai City today, nothing was easier to become famous for than taking down Ye Zixiao.
However.
Only a fool would do such a thing.
Who could possibly defeat Ye Zixiao?
"Ye Zixiao, let's have a one-on-one fight!"
Young Master Leng, holding his switchblade, rushed forward.
"Go to hell!"
Ye Zixiao aimed and kicked Young Master Leng squarely in the stomach. Young Master Leng came fast and went fast, his body bending like a shrimp as he flew backward more than ten meters.
Pfft!
Young Master Leng crashed into a car, vomited blood, and slid to the ground. He felt like his internal organs were shattered. His knife also fell. He pursed his lips and mumbled, "Damn, I can't beat him!"
"So annoying!"
Ye Zixiao felt very bored.
He took out a cigarette pack and lit one.
On the opposite side, more than a dozen young men were stunned. They knew that Young Master Leng was a martial general, and among his peers in the Great North Gate area, no one could defeat him.
But Ye Zixiao just kicked him once.
Young Master Leng seemed to be kicked to death?!
"You damn punk, asking for a beating!"
Seeing that the opponent was no match, Lin Bin instantly became a mad dog breaking free from its leash. He charged forward with his fists, unleashing a barrage of blows on the dozen or so punks.
Ah Dong also rushed forward.
In principle, if Young Master Leng were unharmed, these young people would dare to fight desperately. Punks weren't afraid of death, at least they wouldn't be scared away.
But Young Master Leng was in critical condition?
Punks became afraid of death!
"I'll be damned, don't hit me."
"Run, we can't win!"
"Don't chase me..."
They scattered in all directions, running away.
In less than five seconds, all of Young Master Leng's sworn brothers had disappeared. Lin Bin, having nowhere to vent his anger, could only stride over, grab Young Master Leng, and beat him up.
"Pfft... I surrender, brother..."
Young Master Leng, beaten to a pulp, was spitting blood and rolling his eyes.
Just then, Ye Zixiao, who was smoking, felt something unusual behind him. He instinctively turned to check, only to see two black-clad figures, like ghosts, holding knives.
Swish!
Swish, swish, swish...
Two knives rapidly descended.
The distance was too close, only a little over a meter. Ye Zixiao's attention had been entirely focused on Young Master Leng, and these two masked men were both masters of Qinggong.
Therefore.
Ye Zixiao dodged two blows.
On the third knife, his face was grazed.
A minuscule wound, which soon began to bleed. Ye Zixiao raised his hand, touched it, and as he retreated, he smiled and said, "This is interesting. This is what a killer is like!"
On the opposite side.
The two black-clad figures remained silent.
They charged forward like phantoms.
In an instant, the knives were upon him again.
However, this time, they were not so lucky. With Ye Zixiao prepared, his reaction speed instantly increased more than tenfold as he rapidly dodged.
"You damn mother!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly reached out, grabbed the wrist of one killer, and with a swing, tossed the slender opponent over his head.
Pfft!
The killer landed face-first.
"Playing speed with me?"
Ye Zixiao dragged the first one, then took a big step forward and extended his other hand, grasping the wrist of the other killer who was charging with a knife. He captured both of them alive.
Then.
Ye Zixiao began to smash them.
The two absolutely inescapable killers were smashed into the ground, one after another. Their screams lasted for three to five seconds, and both were almost simultaneously knocked unconscious.
Ye Zixiao smashed them another dozen times. With a casual wave of his hands, the two now-dead killers were thrown out like two dead dogs, a horrific sight!
"Damn, is this a game?"
Lin Bin, walking back, said with emotion.
"Damn it, trying to assassinate me?"
Ye Zixiao disdainfully spat out his cigarette butt.
"Brother-in-law, why didn't you leave anyone alive? We don't even know who did this!"
"Where's Young Master Leng?"
"Still got half a breath left."
"He must know."
Ye Zixiao walked towards Young Master Leng.
At this moment, Young Master Leng was a wreck, his head and face covered in blood. But the kid was tough. He muttered resentfully, "What bullshit friends, all dog shit. Damn it, not loyal."
"What are you saying, Young Master Leng?"
Ye Zixiao suddenly stepped forward and squatted down.
"Don't hit me anymore!"
Young Master Leng was startled. He raised his hands and opened his eyes, only to see Ye Zixiao in front of him. He suddenly pursed his lips and said arrogantly, "Give me three years, and I'll definitely be able to defeat you."
"Why would you want to defeat me?"
"To be a big brother!"
"You're already a big brother."
"What do you mean?"
"From now on, I'll protect you."
Ye Zixiao said with a smile, but seriously.
On the street leading to the Lin family villa, Lin Qingzhu, who had been working late, encountered a malicious collision as she neared home. Her Bentley was also wrecked.
However.
She didn't have Young Master Leng on her side.
The ones blocking her were a group of strong men with knives.