Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Fuck you, are you deaf or what?"

Qiao Feng was hot and sweating profusely. Already irritated, he was furious to see that nobody was listening to him.

"Damn it, come with me, if we don't beat this guy to a pulp today, I'm no longer a Qiao!"

Qiao Feng waved his chubby hand, and the dozen or so guys behind him immediately rushed upstairs.

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Hai's eyes, and, covering his face, he followed them up.

At the counter on the second floor, Ye Ling was smelling a type of herbal medicine.

Wang Hai thought he might have jumped off the building to escape. Seeing Ye Ling was still there, he sneered, "Didn't you hear what Brother Feng said? Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now? What, not so arrogant anymore?"

Ye Ling didn't even lift his head, he simply ignored him.

"Fucking mute, are you?!"

Wang Hai's head was already filled with the image of this bastard kneeling in front of him, crying and begging for mercy.

But Ye Ling's reaction was clearly not what he had imagined.

"Brother Feng, I think this guy is scared shitless, pretending to be all calm and collected here,"

said a scrawny guy who looked like a monkey from behind Qiao Feng.

"Erzi, grab this guy for me, I'm going to make him taste my toes," Qiao Feng ordered.

"Alright!"

A shifty-eyed guy immediately stepped forward, swaggering over to Ye Ling, swinging his fist at him.

"Didn't hear Brother Feng calling you, huh? Acting deaf here for me!"

Erzi shouted arrogantly as he swung his fist.

Just as the fist was about to hit Ye Ling, Ye Ling suddenly made his move and grabbed Erzi's fist, squeezing hard.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Instantly, a scream so loud it could have shattered the roof erupted from Erzi.

"Looking at your scrawny appearance, you sure have a loud voice,"

said Ye Ling, holding onto Erzi, "Son? Even your name is something people use for their sons; why didn't you just call yourself 'Grandson'?"

As he spoke, Ye Ling exerted a bit more force.

It was truly just a little more force, but Ye Ling was at the early stage of Houtian, strong enough to lift up a thousand pounds. Even a slight exertion was enough to give Erzi a hard time.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" Erzi was close to tears.

He felt his right hand was completely ruined, he could even hear the sound of his bones being crushed.

"You're afraid of pain?"

Ye Ling said with a smile, "To borrow that idiot's words, if you dare hit me, you should be prepared to be crippled by me."

"Big brother, I was wrong, please, if you squeeze any more, my hand is really going to be useless!"

Erzi screamed miserably, and as Ye Ling applied more pressure, half of his body slumped to the ground.

"Boy, let go of Erzi!" bellowed Qiao Feng.

"Bang!"

Ye Ling kicked him aside, stretched lazily, and then looked at Qiao Feng.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Motherfucker, if I'm not talking to you, am I talking to ghosts?" Qiao Feng's face was dark with anger.

"Attack, cripple this son of a bitch!" Qiao Feng waved his hand.

The dozen or so men immediately swarmed up, throwing punches and kicks at Ye Ling.

"Bang! Bang!"

How fast was Ye Ling's reaction?

Before anyone could see what he did, two of them were already sent flying.

Then, in the astonished gaze of Wang Hai, within less than a minute, all of those men were scattered on the ground by Ye Ling.

"It hurts so bad..."

"Ouch, my ribs are going to break, damn it, this guy is so ruthless!"

"Fuck, someone call 120, I'm dying."

Wails of agony rose from the ground; for each person, Ye Ling struck only once.

But just one hit had nearly crippled them.

Ye Ling knew exactly how much force to use; he didn't cripple them, nor kill them, yet he made sure they couldn't stand up again.

Qiao Feng's mouth hung open, the sullen look on his face had vanished, replaced only by sheer horror.

"Like the show?"

Ye Ling's words snapped Qiao Feng back to reality.

That body, over 200 pounds and fat as a pig, didn't say a word; he turned and ran!

"Take one more step, and I'll kill you."

Ye Ling's voice reached Qiao Feng's ears, "Don't doubt my words."

In the sweltering heat, Qiao Feng felt a shiver run down his spine.

He stopped in his tracks and obediently returned to the second floor.

"Thump!"

Qiao Feng knelt down immediately, his face assuming a pitiable expression.

"Big brother, I have elderly and young ones to care for, and in between, a wife with cancer lying in bed, just spare my life, I'll never dare again, big brother..."

Qiao Feng bawled and wailed, but his fat face didn't evoke any pity.

"Your wife is lying sick in bed, and you're still chasing after girls?" Ye Ling looked at him, his expression a mingling of amusement and disbelief.

"I—"

Qiao Feng was at a loss for an excuse. His eyes darted about before he cried out again, "I had no choice, big brother, as a man you know the hardships. I've been holding back for more than two years. If I don't vent, I fear I might literally be stifled to death!"

"Whether you'd be stifled to death I don't know, but there are two things I need your help with," said Ye Ling.

Qiao Feng was taken aback, then quickly said with all seriousness, "Whatever you command, big brother. As long as it's within my power, I'll face fire and go through water without hesitation!"

"No need to walk through fire or water. If you really had to, I bet you'd chicken out."

Ye Ling pointed at Wang Hai, "First thing, take care of this guy for me. Just look at him, bleeding all over his face—it's quite an eyesore."

"Sure, big brother, I'll definitely..."

"Thump!"

Before Qiao Feng could finish, Wang Hai collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Big brother, I have old and young to care for, and a wife with cancer in between, lying in bed. Please spare my life, I'll never dare again, big brother..."

Ye Ling was stunned. The words from Wang Hai were identical to Qiao Feng's, damn word for word!

"Bang!"

Qiao Feng's foot stamped onto Wang Hai's face.

"I said those words first. Can't you come up with something else? I hate it when people repeat what I've said. How can I explain to big brother if I don't kill you today?"

As he spoke, Qiao Feng moved forward, unleashing a torrent of vicious kicks.

He was already feeling humiliated and now took the opportunity to vent all his frustration on the unlucky Wang Hai.

"Enough, enough, any more and you'll actually kill someone."

Ye Ling waved his hand, "The second thing is...

Qiao Feng's hefty body trembled, fearful that Ye Ling might ask him to do something drastic, like killing himself.

"I want to buy some Chinese medicine, but I'm short on money. It's hard to borrow when you're a stranger in these parts, no one will lend to me... It's quite a predicament..."

Ye Ling sighed as if he were truly troubled.

Although Qiao Feng was corpulent, his mind was quick to react.

Immediately, he grandly gestured, "Just choose whatever you need, big brother. This store is under... my protection. You can have a 50% discount, and I'll take care of all the expenses!"

"Good!"

Ye Ling slapped his thigh, startling Qiao Feng.

"Hey, you moron, stop playing dead."

Ye Ling addressed the groaning Wang Hai on the ground, "Get up already. I'm just here to buy some medicine then I'm out. If you stay down, you'll just get beaten more."

Incredibly, upon hearing Ye Ling's words, Wang Hai scrambled up from the ground. If it weren't for the blood on his face, who would have known he had just been battered?