Chapter 101: Let Him Come to Redeem His Men

The bald man, kicked by Chen Yu until his vision went black, dared not talk back anymore and honestly began to contact his master.

"This price, is it still going up?" Chen Yu looked at Wang Hu.

Wang Hu had long since been dumbfounded; he had the bald man, a Martial Master, by his side, along with over a dozen lackeys, and originally thought he had Chen Yu in the bag, but he never dreamed that his men would be effortlessly smashed to pieces by Chen Yu.

"My boss is Du Feng; Chen Yu, do you dare touch me?" Wang Hu was also a bit afraid.

Slap... Chen Yu sent Wang Hu flying with a single slap; his two-hundred-pound frame was like a massive object, falling to one side with a thud, and half his teeth sprayed out with a 'pfft' sound.

"Even Du Feng himself wouldn't dare speak to me like that in my presence; what kind of thing are you?" Chen Yu stepped forward, staring coldly at Wang Hu.

"Chen Yu, you... ah..."

Before Wang Hu could finish his sentence, Chen Yu stepped down hard on his hand; Wang Hu let out a miserable shriek, and the second half of his sentence was forcibly swallowed back; the pain of ten fingers connected to the heart made him scream, and he nearly fainted.

"You don't believe it?" Chen Yu leaned close to Wang Hu: "If you don't believe it, you can call him right now and see if he dares to let out a single fart in front of me."

"Fine, you just wait." Wang Hu was naturally unconvinced; he took out his phone and dialed Du Feng's number: "Brother Feng... someone wants to reach their hand into the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market."

"What kind of person has the guts of a bear and a leopard?" Du Feng shouted in a deep voice: "Who doesn't know that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market is under my control?"

"Starting from today, it isn't." Chen Yu smiled, leaning toward the phone: "Du Feng, I am determined to have the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market; if you aren't convinced, we can play."

"It's you?" Du Feng's arrogant tone was like a fire doused with a basin of water, instantly extinguished.

"That's right, it's me; the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market, including Yaoshan, will be under my management from now on. If you dare reach your hand in, I will chop it off," Chen Yu said calmly.

"Chen Yu, one must follow the rules," Du Feng said angrily: "We are currently at peace; do you have to stir up trouble?"

"At peace? The assassin and the infant spirit from that night were your doing, right? I haven't even settled accounts with you yet," Chen Yu said coldly: "How about I come find you to settle old scores?"

"You..." Du Feng fell into Silence; finally, he said through gritted teeth: "Wang Hu, give up the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market."

"President Du? The Traditional Chinese Medicine Market is a huge piece of cake; if we give it up, it will be hard to get back later." Wang Hu was shocked; he never expected Du Feng to give it up directly.

"Shut up, we'll talk when you get back." Du Feng hung up the phone.

In a villa, after hanging up the phone, Du Feng threw his phone directly; he paced back and forth in the room, furious: "Chen Yu, you go too far."

"Rest assured, he won't be smug for many days," Fengyang Jushi stood up from the side: "I have damaged ten years of my own Cultivation to summon a Blood Soul; in a while, the Blood Soul will surely be complete, and then I will definitely kill Chen Yu, but for now, you must endure for a few days."

"I will listen to the Jushi." Du Feng nodded respectfully, his expression vicious as he said: "Let that brat be smug for a few more days."

After hanging up Du Feng's call, Wang Hu's complexion was very ugly; he realized today he had kicked an iron plate, and he hadn't expected Chen Yu to be even more ruthless than Du Feng, who had directly abandoned the big cake of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Market.

"Are you convinced?" Chen Yu slapped him across the face.

"I... I admit defeat today." Wang Hu finally lowered his head; he couldn't win in a fight, and even the bald man's Golden Bell Shield couldn't hold up, let alone him.

As for comparing backers, Du Feng was honest the moment he heard it was Chen Yu, so what kind of onion was he?

"Get lost," Chen Yu said coldly: "If you dare trouble Director Li again, I will dismantle all four of your limbs."

Wang Hu lowered his head and slunk away, not even caring about his group of lackeys.

Chen Yu knew that the village committee director here, Li Xiangqi, was actually a decent person; his previous avoidance was likely due to these people threatening him.

"Where is your master? Why hasn't he come yet? Tell him if he isn't here within ten minutes, he can wait to collect your corpse," Chen Yu glanced at the bald man.

"You just wait, my master will be here soon; Chen Yu, my master is one of the Thirteen Taibao, you are dead today," the bald man said through gritted teeth.

Chen Yu suddenly grabbed with his right hand, and Lichen suddenly appeared; he lifted his right hand, and a flash of red light from Lichen in his hand appeared.

With a 'whoosh', a wound appeared on the bald man's neck, and fresh blood flowed down his neck.

The bald man was scared out of his wits; he touched his neck and it was covered in blood, but the wound wasn't large, and it was just a false alarm.

"Do you think this wound is small and won't take your life?"

The Lichen in Chen Yu's hand vanished; he leaned down and said: "The Spirit weapon Lichen, to touch it is to be wounded; although the wound is small, if I don't intervene, your wound will never heal. You calculate, how much blood do you have in your body to lose?"

The bald man was terrified; he didn't doubt Chen Yu's words at all, because the wound on his neck was bleeding at a steady pace, and no matter how he pressed it, the blood wouldn't stop.

Suddenly, a figure flashed at the door, and a man walked in; this man was none other than Li Zhongyi, the fifth of the Thirteen Taibao who had fought Chen Yu at the Xuanwu Tea House.

"Master, save me! This bastard broke my Golden Bell Shield; to insult me is to insult you!" As soon as the bald man saw Li Zhongyi, he immediately perked up.

"Shut up." Chen Yu made the bald man behave with a slap.

"Chen Yu, it's you." Seeing Chen Yu, Li Zhongyi's expression immediately turned ugly.

He felt fifty percent fear and fifty percent hatred toward Chen Yu; after all, last time at the Xuanwu Tea House, Chen Yu had effortlessly broken his Golden Bell Shield, and since he had the support of Li Xuanling, Li Zhongyi didn't dare do anything to Chen Yu.

"That's right, it's me; is this your disciple?" Chen Yu pointed at the bald man lying on the ground covered in blood.

"He is my disciple." Li Zhongyi gritted his teeth; the bald man was his only disciple and was originally extremely talented, but seeing his chest collapsed and his breath chaotic, it looked like his cultivation had been broken, and it would likely be difficult for him to advance in the future.

"As expected, like master, like disciple," Chen Yu said coldly: "I broke his cultivation today, making him unable to advance in the future; you have no objections, right?"

"Chen Yu, my disciple and you have no quarrel; you broke his cultivation for no reason, today... today you must give me an explanation," Li Zhongyi said through gritted teeth.

"For no reason?" Chen Yu smiled; suddenly, he grabbed the bald man's two arms and twisted them backward; *crack*, the bald man's two arms were twisted like a twist of dough.

The bald man's two arms snapped inch by inch, with no possibility of recovery, and he fainted from the pain.

"Chen Yu, do you not hold me in your eyes, do you not hold us Thirteen Taibao in your eyes?" Li Zhongyi was furious.

"I don't know all of you Thirteen Taibao, so don't bring them into this; I simply don't hold you in my eyes, that's all."