It can be quite terrifying for someone to suddenly appear late at night...

"Who... who are you?" Although Yan Zhong also had a seventh-degree National Martial Arts rank, he felt completely insignificant before Ye Hao. Especially seeing Ye Hao exude a formidable aura with explosive muscles, he instinctively cowered.

Not all members of the Black Sect were fearless, and Yan Zhong was one who feared death but enjoyed bullying the weak. Such people typically bullied the soft but feared the hard.

"I'm your father, you idiot," Ye Hao said, rushing up to Yan Zhong, his fist like a sandbag crashing down.

Yan Zhong hastily put up a defense, but he was blasted back seven or eight steps by Ye Hao's punch, even colliding with a few of his subordinates, coughing up blood as he retreated.

Seeing this, Yan Zhong's thug, Gong Qi, cursed, "Damn it! Dare to hit my boss, you're asking to die."

Gong Qi then raised his fist, charging towards Ye Hao's face. He completely forgot that his strength was weaker than Yan Zhong's, knowing only that in such situations, he had to take action to show his loyalty to Yan Zhong.

"Ha!"

Gong Qi's fist was about to smash onto Ye Hao's face.

Ye Hao quickly lifted his left hand, grabbing Gong Qi's fist. Ye Hao's palm slowly contracted, and when it reached a certain point, Gong Qi's fist twisted in an unbelievable manner.

Gong Qi's face changed, trying to pull back his fist with force, but Ye Hao's grip was like an iron clamp, not allowing the fist to move an inch.

"Ah!"

Ye Hao squeezed harder, shattering the bones in Gong Qi's fist, causing him to scream in pain.

Yan Zhong's advisor, Cui Wen, seeing this, shouted, "Kill him for me."

Cui Wen retreated to the side, while more than ten subordinates raised their AK47s and began shooting at Ye Hao.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Amidst the deafening gunfire of the AK47s, Ye Hao quickly weaved through them. Ye Hao didn't aim to kill; instead, he channeled his inner breath to his fingertips, using Shaolin's Great Vajra Finger to strike at several acupuncture points on their bodies.

"Sizzle sizzle!"

The inner breath infused into their bodies, rendering them immobile, standing fixedly in place.

Cui Wen did not practice National Martial Arts, assuming that so many people firing AK47s would have reduced Ye Hao to shreds. Stepping forward, he laughed heartily, "Haha! Dare to mess with our Third Master of Mao Zhan Sect? You'll be shattered."

At this moment, Yan Zhong returned to his senses, and he and his fallen subordinates stood up together. Yan Zhong shouted, "Where is he? Where did he go?"

Yan Zhong had the confidence to shout like this because he was sure that the barrage of AK47s earlier would have definitely obliterated Ye Hao, so he confidently scolded aloud.

He thought that upon his shout, his subordinates would cheer along, but unexpectedly, they stood frozen like sculptures, not even swatting the mosquitoes biting them.

"What's wrong with you guys? Dog?" Yan Zhong asked, looking at a lackey who usually flattered him.

The lackey named Dog didn't respond, still standing fixedly.

After immobilizing them with acupoint strikes, Ye Hao silently appeared behind Yan Zhong.

Cui Wen didn't sense anything, continuing to humor Yan Zhong with laughter, "Third Master, they're just too excited, they'll snap out of it soon..."

"Excited, my ass..." Yan Zhong suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly turned around.

Ye Hao channeled a strand of inner breath through the Great Vajra Finger and, under Yan Zhong's terrified gaze, poked his back.

Ye Hao didn't bother with Yan Zhong's horrified expression, moving to Cui Wen, and viciously stomped on and broke his legs.

After doing this, Ye Hao coldly snorted, "I'll deal with you tomorrow."

Ye Hao said this, putting the remaining cigarette in his mouth, strolling away calmly.

Ye Hao wasn't worried about anyone rescuing them because any slight movement of their bodies would feel like their bones were broken. The acupoint technique he used was not ordinary finger strength but the Great Vajra Finger, which focused power like the inner breath poured into their bodies, not dissipating randomly. It would gradually disperse only over time.

But before the inner breath dissipated, any movement would cause the sensation of bones breaking due to the vibration.

This was because the movement of the inner breath caused vibrations deep in the bones. The pain in the bones was not something everyone could endure like Guan Yunchang, who could withstand scraping of the bone with just gritted teeth.

Ye Hao returned to the front of the small wooden building and looked at the Duke of Thunder.

The Duke of Thunder looked back at Ye Hao and asked, "I'm increasingly convinced you're the one I met on Treasure Island in the past."

"Are you from Treasure Island?" Ye Hao frowned, seemingly reminded of something.

"Yes, I'm called the Duke of Thunder," he said.

"Heh heh!" Ye Hao chuckled, not saying much, then walked up to the second floor of the small wooden building.

At this moment, the Duke of Thunder asked below, "Do you know my sister, Lei Ting?"

Ye Hao didn't answer him, saying instead, "Get moving! Get far away while I'm still unwilling to deal with you."

Ye Hao neither denied nor admitted, making the Duke of Thunder more certain that this was the God he had met on Treasure Island before, and due to his carelessness and recklessness, Ye Hao had taken the plane ticket Lei Ting bought and left.

"Are you God, right?" The Duke of Thunder asked again.

At this moment, Ye Hao took out a Desert Eagle, pointed it at the Duke of Thunder, and snorted, "Either get lost or die. Quit asking so much nonsense. Can't you be quiet for one night?"

Hearing Ye Hao's words, the Duke of Thunder fell silent, not daring to say more.

A person like Ye Hao, who wouldn't hesitate to kill tens of thousands of US Navy personnel, wouldn't care about someone like the Duke of Thunder. To kill him would be like killing a dog.

So he remained silent.

But he didn't leave; he watched Ye Hao enter the small wooden building and then leaned against the staircase, pretending to sleep.

He had another thought in his mind. If this thought could come to fruition, it might give him a chance to return to Treasure Island.

If it couldn't be realized with Ye Hao, perhaps he would lose completely in this life.

...

At this moment, Yan Zhong stood quietly in place, and his more than thirty subordinates brought over the captured followers of the Duke of Thunder.

Yan Zhong, hearing their noisy approach, cursed inwardly, fearing that the disturbance might bring back the Evil God from moments ago.

"Boss, why are you posing?" one of Yan Zhong's subordinates asked.

Yan Zhong struggled to utter a few words, "Don't... talk nonsense... we've hit iron this time..."

"What? Hit iron?" That lackey feigned a loud surprise.

Ten thousand galloping 'Ni Ma' horses trotted through Yan Zhong's mind. This guy couldn't possibly be one of his subordinates… (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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