"A lot of people want me dead."
Ye Qiu chuckled, "And who do you think you are?"
The bald man instantly became furious, and without further ado, waved to his henchmen, "Kill, kill this punk to avenge our boss."
The group of lackeys was already boiling with anger, just waiting for the command to attack Ye Qiu.
As soon as the bald man gave the order, they all brandished their clubs and rushed towards Ye Qiu.
"Ye Qiu, watch out."
Lin Jie shouted, then yelled to his own men, "Brothers, attack with me and take them down."
Their lackeys were instantly roused to action.
Ye Qiu had taken down the enemy's leader, which greatly boosted their morale.
Moreover, they knew Wang Biao and Xu Batian were at odds, so Ye Qiu defeating Wang Biao was seen as a victory for their side, lending them strength in the face-off.
In an instant, the two groups clashed.
Ye Qiu watched the chaotic brawl between the two parties, frowning, then spotted two thugs with clubs charging at him, his expression turning cold as he swiftly swept them unconscious with powerful kicks.
He controlled his strikes well, ensuring no life-threatening injuries, unlike when he killed Wang Biao, which had been under special circumstances—he wasn't one to kill indiscriminately. Seeing the foes subdued, he plunged into the fray, engaging in combat with them.
With his entrance, displaying overwhelming prowess, it was like a wolf among sheep.
When someone swung a club at him, he raised an arm in defense, instantly breaking the sturdy club, leaving the assailant stunned, before Ye Qiu's fist slammed into his face.
Two others charged with sharp weapons, and the bald man got excited, thinking Ye Qiu would be struck down.
But it was as if Ye Qiu had eyes in the back of his head; he bent swiftly, dodging the blades, then countered with a kick to their jaws, flipping them over onto the ground.
Bang bang bang.
Following the same pattern, Ye Qiu continued to drop opponents one after another.
Even when Lin Jie's men were locked in fierce battle, Ye Qiu would swoop in, take down an enemy with a punch, and then smile at Lin Jie's guys, leaving them momentarily speechless.
This scene played out continuously.
The bald man was dumbfounded, watching Ye Qiu like a savage wolf among defenseless sheep. At his touch, they crumbled, all defeated without a struggle.
"Is he even human?"
The bald man swallowed hard and, seeing the dozens of henchmen around him, shouted, "All of you, go! Take him down together."
The henchmen exchanged glances; though they had the numbers, Ye Qiu's displayed strength was genuinely terrifying.
"Get your asses moving! Whoever doesn't, I'll deal with them first."
The bald man, seeing his lackeys hesitating, shouted angrily.
After he yelled, they gritted their teeth and charged at Ye Qiu brandishing their sticks.
"Ye Qiu, be careful!"
Lin Jie shouted in shock as he saw dozens rushing at Ye Qiu and was about to send support. Yet what happened next left him dumbfounded.
Ye Qiu, upon seeing the bald man order those dozens to charge at him, had a cold expression.
A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he moved to attack them.
Bang.
Though Ye Qiu was immensely powerful now, facing dozens meant he took a few hits, but none that hurt or mattered.
Bang.
While facing five or six in front, one managed to club Ye Qiu's head.
Brief excitement filled the attacker, only to see Ye Qiu unharmed, turning to stare icily at him. He shrank back in terror, ready to run.
But how could Ye Qiu let him flee?
In a flash, Ye Qiu seemed to teleport, appearing before him, hands like eagle claws gripping his shoulders, before bashing his head against the other's.
With a thud, the man felt a droning pain in his head, as if struck by iron.
Before fainting, he still wondered what Ye Qiu's head was made of to be so hard.
In a blink, Ye Qiu subdued the ambusher, then turned back into the ongoing battle.
Bang bang, smack smack!
With each foe Ye Qiu floored, he remained unscathed.
Slap.
A slap to a face split lips, knocked out teeth, sending them flying as the person fainted, falling back.
Bam.
Ye Qiu snatched the club from an attacker, bashing it on his head, leaving him dazed, as blood trickled from his forehead, slowly collapsing.
Thump.
Both feet delivered a flying kick to two attackers' jaws, dislocating them before they collapsed unconscious.
Bam bam.
The next scenes were a one-sided massacre by Ye Qiu. As foes dwindled, his speed increased.
Bam.
After kicking one assailant to the ground, all those dozens who sought to kill him lay on the ground.
Not a groan heard, all knocked out cold; if not for their faint breathing, you'd think they were dead.
Ye Qiu stood, tidying his clothes, clapping his hands, smiling faintly at the bald man before him with eyes like precious stones.
The surrounding battling henchmen also stopped, unable to believe Ye Qiu had floored dozens, if not hundreds, single-handedly without injury.
They were all in awe.
"Is he human? He's like a War God!"
"Did I see right? He soloed over a hundred men. Why keep fighting? We should run!"
"Yeah, run quick. If not, we'll be the next to fall."
Wang Biao's men who wanted revenge now had their courage shattered by Ye Qiu, and once one started fleeing, others followed, tossing their clubs down and quickly escaping.
Lin Jie, watching Wang Biao's men run, didn't intervene; instead, he stared at Ye Qiu's back with awe, thinking, "I never imagined he's this strong."
One man against a hundred, possibly more, Lin Jie was sure Ye Qiu could keep fighting,
Ye Qiu was untouched, unbothered, and unfazed.
"What kind of monster is this? Terrifying!"
Lin Jie shook his head, speechless as he watched Ye Qiu's back.