"Third Master, I've asked around, and this is the place."
A guy with a buzz cut, followed by a crowd of people.
The elder leading the group, around fifty to sixty years old, looked ordinary, but his palms were unusually large. He held two iron balls in his right hand, spinning them rapidly without them ever colliding.
"I say Er Gouzi, you're getting more useless as you get older. A mere youngster scared you off? If it were me, I'd go straight for the kill!"
Behind the elder stood a scarred man, openly mocking, unconcerned about the others present.
Er Gouzi glared, "San Yan, you'd better stop gloating. If you can take him on by yourself later, I'll kneel down and lick your shoes!"
"Fine! Then I'll step in dog shit and wait for you to lick it!"
San Yan burst into laughter.
Although these men were together, they often fought amongst themselves for territory and women. However, since they all followed Huang San, they didn't dare to go too far in public.
"Alright, enough of that. Both of you, say less."
As Huang San's low voice cut through, Er Gouzi and San Yan lowered their heads and retreated to the side.
In truth, Huang San wasn't here on Jianghua Street specifically to get revenge for Er Gouzi. He had grown up on Jianghua Street and would come back to visit periodically.
Then, led by Huang San, the others followed, entering the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic one by one.
"Lately, have you been feeling tired and weak, experiencing palpitations and insomnia, and even numbness in your limbs? This is actually due to qi and blood deficiency. I'll prescribe some..."
Inside the clinic, Du Fei was diagnosing a patient.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed in.
Du Fei looked up and frowned slightly.
The patient sitting opposite him was startled, stood up, and moved to Du Fei's side.
"Anyone not involved, get out!"
The scarred man, San Yan, roared at the person beside Du Fei.
The patient lowered his head, ready to leave.
Du Fei, however, extended his hand, signaling him to wait.
He then said to Wang Zhongling, who was standing by the medicine cabinet, "Three liang of peony root, two liang of elm bark, and add half a piece of Qihuang."
Wang Zhongling brought the wrapped medicine to Du Fei's side.
Du Fei placed the medicine in the patient's hand and said, "After you return, use a clay pot with three bowls of water, simmer it down to one bowl. Drink it for half a month, and you'll be fine."
The patient was stunned, surprised that Du Fei was still prescribing medicine at a time like this.
He instinctively reached for his wallet, but Du Fei waved him away, telling him to leave first.
After the patient left, Wang Zhongling whispered, "Should we call the police?"
"No need. You go rest in the back. I'll handle this here."
The "back" Du Fei mentioned was a separate room behind the clinic, about twenty square meters, containing a bed and a table, usable for rest or a nap.
Wang Zhongling looked at Du Fei, saw his calm demeanor, nodded, and walked towards the back.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect such a beautiful woman to be in this dump. Truly unexpected."
San Yan had been staring at Wang Zhongling from the moment she stepped out from behind the counter. Now, he let out a lewd chuckle, his tone extremely flirtatious.
Seeing the familiar faces in the crowd, Du Fei said calmly, "It seems you're not convinced, coming here with people to seek revenge, aren't you?"
"Damn it! What are you acting so calm for? Today, I'm going to teach you why King Ma has three eyes!"
San Yan cracked his knuckles and punched towards Du Fei's face.
Before getting involved in the underworld, San Yan was a skilled Sanda practitioner. However, due to his volatile temper and frequent conflicts, he once severely injured someone with an excessive blow, leading to several years in prison. After his release, he joined Huang San.
If this punch had landed squarely, Du Fei would have lost at least a few teeth and suffered a concussion.
As his fist was about to strike Du Fei's head, a sinister grin spread across San Yan's face.
This kid was stunned by his punch, truly. Er Gouzi was a useless waste. He could mock him properly later.
However, before the thought was complete, Du Fei's hand moved like lightning, gripping and twisting.
With two incredibly simple movements, Du Fei dislocated San Yan's arm.
The pain of the dislocation instantly brought a cold sweat to San Yan's forehead.
But this guy was tough, gritting his teeth and not uttering a sound.
"Damn it!"
San Yan's ferocious face showed a hint of ruthlessness.
He kicked towards Du Fei again.
Bang!
This time, Du Fei didn't let San Yan wait. The moment San Yan was airborne from his kick, Du Fei had already sent him flying with a single kick.
San Yan flew backward, knocking down several thugs standing at the door before coming to a halt.
At this moment, San Yan felt as if he had been hit by a truck. His chest ached unbearably, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Good skills! Truly good skills!"
Huang San had remained motionless until now. But now, he stepped forward, reaching Du Fei. He placed the iron balls he was holding on the table and then applauded.
However, Huang San then continued, "Young man, your skills are indeed excellent. But one is fine, ten is fine. I wonder if you can handle a hundred?"
Huang San's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hidden threat.
As a well-known figure in Jianghua Street and even the entire northern district, Huang San could summon a hundred subordinates to charge into battle with just a word.
"Although I haven't tried, I think I can give it a shot."
Du Fei remained as calm as before. To an outsider, it would seem like he was chatting with Huang San about daily life.
Then, Huang San's expression changed, and he was about to order his men to act.
Unexpectedly, Du Fei picked up the iron balls Huang San had placed on the table, slowly closed his palm, and then, with his palm facing down, he slightly rubbed his fingers.
Whoosh.
Even with Huang San present, his subordinates behind him erupted in a collective gasp.
It was no wonder; the scene before them was too astonishing.
Du Fei, with just one hand, had managed to rub Huang San's iron balls, used for finger dexterity training, into pieces of iron. This was simply unbelievable.
Huang San, the closest to Du Fei, was filled with terror, as if he had seen a ghost.
If, before this, Du Fei had only appeared to Huang San as a skilled young man, then this display finally made Huang San understand why Du Fei remained so nonchalant despite facing so many of them.
It was because this group of people was, in Du Fei's eyes, utterly insignificant.
"So, you're a Hua Jin master. I, Huang San, admit defeat. Please set the terms for punishment or reward."
Huang San finally managed to stabilize his emotions and cupped his fists towards Du Fei.
As for the threatening words he had spoken earlier, Huang San found them laughable now.
He had actually intended to confront a Hua Jin master. Wasn't that suicidal?
"Everyone, leave."
Du Fei's next words made Huang San think he had misheard.
He had brought people to confront him, and Du Fei, a Hua Jin master, was simply letting them go?
Huang San didn't move, and his subordinates naturally dared not move either.
"Wasn't I clear enough?"
Seeing that Huang San and his men remained motionless, Du Fei, who had already turned to walk back to his seat, swept his gaze over them like lightning.
Everyone, including Huang San, who was caught in Du Fei's gaze, felt a chill run through their bodies, a coldness that shot straight to the crown of their heads.
"We're leaving now."
Huang San breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly had people carry the injured San Yan and hastily leave the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic.
"Take your things with you."
A whistling sound cut through the air. As Huang San reached the clinic's entrance, an iron ball lay at his feet.
Seeing the iron ball lying there steadily, without even a small dent, as if it had been gently placed on the ground, Huang San's heart was filled with renewed awe for Du Fei's profound strength.