"Didn't your parents teach you how to behave?" Lin Chuan took a quick step forward.

The opponent wanted to dodge, but Lin Chuan was too fast. Before the person could react, Lin Chuan had already grabbed his wrist.

Crack, crack...

With a crisp sound, Shan Ji immediately felt pain. His body twisted, following the direction his joint was being twisted to.

"Ouch, let go of me, let go of me now!" Shan Ji suddenly roared in agony.

"Hmph." Lin Chuan sneered, "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? How quickly you've started begging for mercy!"

"Fuck your grandpa!" Shan Ji roared furiously, trying to force his way out of Lin Chuan's grip. However, this attempt not only failed to free him but also dislocated his wrist.

Lin Chuan still firmly gripped the other's wrist, sneered and said, "This is what you brought upon yourself, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Son of a bitch, it's killing me!" The opponent cried out in pain, bellowing, "Damn it, I'll kill you, I must kill you!"

Lin Chuan, holding the opponent's palm, gently pushed.

The opponent's wrist was immediately set back in place.

Dislocating joints—a fighting move so effortless for Lin Chuan. As for setting the dislocated joints back, that was quite normal too.

As soon as Shan Ji felt his joint was back in place, he breathed a sigh of relief comfortably.

Crack...

Just when Lin Chuan had just set his joint back in place, he dislocated it again. The friction between the bones in the palm joint caused intense pain, and Shan Ji screamed in agony.

"Ahh!!" This kind of pain was absolutely unbearable for ordinary people.

The first dislocation was already painful enough, but before the pain completely faded, another wave of agony struck. The man screamed in excruciating pain again. His scream made everyone at the scene involuntarily cover their ears; even the bold felt a chilling sensation.

"How does it feel?" Lin Chuan asked with a smile.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Shan Ji was nearly kneeling on the ground, his wrist still tightly clutched in Lin Chuan's hand.

"Now you know pain?" Lin Chuan scoffed scornfully.

"I know, I know!" Shan Ji quickly responded.

"Still want to fight?" Lin Chuan asked.

"No, no more fighting!" Shan Ji quickly shook his head.

"Go back and tell Liao Long, by six o'clock this afternoon. If Liao Hu is not handed over, then you better cough up two million honestly," Lin Chuan sneered, "Otherwise, this isn't over."

"Yes, yes!" Shan Ji dared not disobey, he hurriedly said, "My hand, my hand..."

Lin Chuan let go of his hand, too lazy to even set the joint right.

The moment he let go, a vicious gleam flashed in Shan Ji's eyes. He suddenly pulled a sharp dagger from his bosom with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and decisively stabbed fiercely towards Lin Chuan.

Whoosh...

The blade moved quickly, flashing a cold light.

Lin Chuan seemed to have been prepared. As a Dark Soldier, being a king among soldiers in the Dark Soldier organization, if he didn't have even this bit of defensive ability, it would really be a joke.

Bang...

Lin Chuan dodged to the side, his foot sweeping across.

That kick was very strong, hitting hard on Shan Ji's chest.

Pfft...

The opponent immediately coughed up gastric acid, quickly leaning backwards and heavily falling to the ground. In that moment, his body nearly rolled like a ball on the ground for a long distance.

"Big brother." A few underlings panicked.

This kick looked harsh enough, it indeed seemed life-threatening. The underlings hurriedly ran over. Shan Ji was already unconscious. One of the underlings quickly pressed on his pressure point. After a while of pressing, the guy slowly came to.

"What... What happened to me?" Shan Ji looked confused at his underlings.

"Big brother, you were beaten!" An underling hurriedly said.

"Fuck, what... what are you waiting for?" Shan Ji roared, "Quick, get on them, beat them up!"

The gang of underlings quickly picked up weapons.

"Hehe..." Zhou Kai grinned and said, "Brothers, don't be polite when the fight starts!"

"I'm going to beat them so bad even their mothers won't recognize them!" Lu Dapao brandished the two iron rods in his hands.

"Haha..." A group of people suddenly burst into laughter.

Zhou Kai and his gang clearly had the upper hand in terms of momentum, while the opposing side seemed somewhat fearful, especially afraid of Lin Chuan. Their movements were slow, seemingly lacking confidence.

"Charge!" Zhou Kai waved his hand.

Rustle...

The group immediately swarmed forward. The opponents also perked up, and a bloody battle ensued right away.

Zhou Kai naturally relished such battles, as it had been a long time since he last flexed his muscles. Holding two broad axes in his hands, he charged forward with a stride, always leading at the forefront during fights. This profoundly influenced his followers, who fearlessly charged ahead following Zhou Kai.

"Damn it, beat them up," Lu Dapao roared.

"Beat them up!" Behind him, more than thirty underlings trained by Zhao Zhonghai rushed forward swiftly.

As naturally expected, the opponents were not weak. After all, this was their territory; it would be a joke if they were bullied on their own ground. Thus, pressing on even against their fears, a group surged forward wielding knives and sticks, shouting, "Kill them, finish them off!"

"Beat them up." The crowd shouted angrily.

Zhou Kai, leading at the front, was met by a burly man about 1.8 meters tall, wielding an iron rod, who approached with an aggressive aura. Zhou Kai, unbothered, swung his two broad axes directly at the opponent.

Crack...

The clashing of metals immediately sparked a shower of sparks.

"Ouch..." The burly man did not anticipate the great force in Zhou Kai's axes. Struck by the axes, he staggered backwards in shock, gritting his teeth, "Good fellow, you've got some skill. Take this strike from grandpa!"

Saying so, the opponent decisively drew his iron rod, raised it high, and swung fiercely at Zhou Kai.

"Hehe..." Zhou Kai grinned, took two steps back, avoided the attack, and said coldly, "Kid, you're still too green to fight with me!"

Quit the nonsense, fight again!" the burly opponent fumed.

Several rounds went by and neither side had determined a winner.

Although these two hadn't decided the victor, the scene on the field had already produced one. Zhao Zhonghai, with a group, overwhelmingly defeated over thirty of the Zhou gang's local thugs. They were beaten to the point of rolling on the ground and almost vomiting blood.

"Boss, we stand no chance against them," a sidekick said, holding his head, blood streaming down.

"Fuck his grandma," Shan Ji roared, "Retreat!"

It was Shan Ji's first time experiencing defeat on his own turf, and to outsiders no less, which was infuriating. Holding his dislocated arm, he quickly retreated, eventually leading his men away.

Not far from Li Minghua's house, Liao Long watched from a distance. He had confidence in Shan Ji. Known for his fierce fighting, Shan Ji usually showed no fear. Liao Long had willingly spent six thousand this time, betting on this strength; if they could subdue the opponents, he wouldn't just save on compensation but could potentially demand some from Li Minghua's family.

If the others refused to compensate, then the plot he had previously taken could be rightfully claimed as his own.

However, the reality seemed disappointing.

"What's going on?" Liao Long looked puzzled.

Not far away, Shan Ji, flustered, was rushing towards the five-story Western-style building of the Liao family.

"Can't do it anymore, Brother Long," Shan Ji said with a wry smile, "We are no match for them."

"How could this be?" Liao Long, taken aback, stared at Shan Ji and asked, "You are the boss of Zhou Village, how could you give up just like that?"

"Bullshit, why don't you try?" Shan Ji raised his wrist, saying, "Look, just look. My arm was dislocated by them."

Liao Long was astonished, "Damn, they bullied you like this? And you're taking it?"

"What else can I do?" Shan Ji shrugged and said, "I can't handle this, you deal with it."

With that, Shan Ji immediately turned around and left with his men.

Seeing this, Liao Long couldn't accept it, especially since he had also spent six thousand yuan. How could he just let it go? In a rush, Liao Long shouted, "Wait, wait a minute, you took my money but didn't handle the matter."

Liao Long was not someone easy to provoke.

"So? Brother Long, are you going to settle these accounts with me?" Shan Ji suddenly turned back to look at Liao Long.

"What now?" Liao Long asked.

"Although I didn't handle the matter as expected, I still did my best for Brother Long, right?" Shan Ji smiled at Liao Long, continuing, "Regarding the six thousand yuan, my brothers got injured, it's only right to use it to treat their injuries, isn't it?"

"Fine." Upon hearing this, Liao Long felt that the argument made sense. Apparently, he had no choice but to accept it. Liao Long conceded, "Shan Ji, you are the boss of Zhou Village, you can't just admit defeat like this, can you?"

"Otherwise?" Shan Ji turned back and looked at Liao Long.

Having said that, Shan Ji turned away and left.

Liao Long stood there gaping as Shan Ji climbed onto his vehicle holding his dislocated arm, and didn't snap out of his daze until Shan Ji's motorcycle gang had disappeared. Unexpectedly, he had spent the money, but the problem remained unresolved. This truly left him feeling frustrated. The troublesome situation remained unsolved, and as six o'clock in the evening approached, the opponents were still not leaving, obviously indicating they were still looking for trouble.

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