Tang Yaohui looked at Qin Yexuan and burst into laughter, "My god, so you're mentally ill and came here to have fun instead of staying in a psychiatric hospital?"
He patted his pants, stepped onto the counter, and used a clean towel from the lobby to wipe his gleaming leather shoes, "Brother, what do you mean by 'not a single one will escape'?"
"It means I've cleared out everyone on this street who belongs to Master Tang," Qin Yexuan's expression remained unchanged. "And you few, I find you displeasing. I want to beat you up."
Tang Yaohui chuckled and waved his hand, "Take this idiot down!"
The two men in black who had just beaten up Young Master Li grinned and charged forward. As they were about to make a move, a massive fist appeared before them.
Qin Yexuan's punch was too fast, seeming as if he had an extra pair of fists.
The two men fell to the ground, their bones making crisp cracking sounds.
Tang Yaohui's eyes twitched, and his eyes widened.
Bang!
A subordinate was kicked directly towards him, crashing into him.
Qin Yexuan's figure appeared among the thugs like a phantom.
The sounds of falling and screams erupted almost simultaneously.
Then, all sound instantly vanished.
The telecommunications company lobby was eerily silent, save for the trembling breaths of Li Tianhao and his wife.
They hadn't seen anything clearly, only the ferocious men in black falling one by one.
And the man standing among them was completely unharmed.
What kind of person was this?
Young Master Li, lying on the ground, had his eyes bulging.
The guy he hadn't taken seriously was actually so formidable?
What exactly did this brother-in-law of the beautiful Su Bingyan do?
The Li family members were all in a state of confusion and hadn't reacted yet.
Qin Yexuan clapped his hands, feeling bored. Fighting with a bunch of hooligans was beneath him.
He turned and walked in front of Tang Yaohui.
Tang Yaohui's lips were pale. He shrugged off his windbreaker, put on a show, and lit a cigarette, "Alright, you've got skills. Brother, I might have offended you earlier. Interested in joining me..."
Before he could finish, Qin Yexuan grabbed his hair and, pulling his head forcefully, smashed it against the glass opposite them with a bang.
The glass cabinet trembled.
Tang Yaohui's bravado vanished, and he screamed, "Hitting me is like hitting Master Tang's face! You're finished! Master Tang won't let you go..."
Bang!
Another pane of glass shattered.
No matter what Tang Yaohui shouted, Qin Yexuan had only one action: dragging his head and smashing it against the glass.
One, two... By the time he smashed the seventh pane, Tang Yaohui was like a dough.
Qin Yexuan then threw him down, "Can you speak like a human now?"
Tang Yaohui's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were bloodshot, "This entire street belongs to Master Tang! You can't escape! I, I'm not afraid of you."
Indeed, there was movement outside the telecommunications street.
From all the shops on the street, those controlled by Master Tang's influence, people emerged.
Each of them was carrying various homemade weapons.
Some held wrenches, some played with fruit knives, others brandished iron bars or grabbed beer bottles, and they came out like that.
They had presence, but they looked like a motley crew.
Qin Yexuan smiled, "Is that all?"
Tang Yaohui propped himself up, "See? See? This is our Master Tang's power!"
Qin Yexuan flashed over, grabbed the shouting Tang Yaohui, and dragged him to the entrance.
Then, he pointed at the entire street and smiled at Tang Yaohui, "Open your eyes and see clearly!"
Crack, crack, crack!
A strange sound came.
Instantly, all the signs on the street went dark.
The signs, all uniformly displaying "Master Tang's" name, from the end of the street to the beginning, all extinguished.
Tang Yaohui's jaw dropped, and he couldn't say a word.
Was it a power outage?
But it didn't seem like it.
It wasn't until a sign opposite him shattered that he realized in horror that it had been hit by a bullet!
Oh my god?
What was going on?
At the head of the street, a rumbling sound came. Xiao Zhanshen's Fierce Sun Royal Guards, three thousand strong, were all deployed.
The entire street was sealed off.
"Get down and don't move!"
"Put down your weapons!"
Shouts came one after another. Fully armed black-clad guards appeared with imposing momentum, kicking a few foolish thugs to the ground.
Within seconds, the situation was under control. Qin Yexuan gently closed the door of the telecommunications company, stood in the shadows, and made a gesture to the guards, "Raze this so-called street controlled by Master Tang to the ground immediately!"