Chapter 1597: Does It Hurt?

"Does it hurt?" Chen Yu stared at him, grinning.

"It hurts..." Kawasaki Ye nodded desperately; only a bastard wouldn't say it hurts, his wrist was about to snap, wasn't it?

"Then beg me to let you go." Chen Yu grinned.

"Alright, alright, I beg you, let me go." Kawasaki Ye pleaded; he had truly never experienced such pain before.

"Be more sincere, kneel down." Chen Yu grinned.

Kawasaki Ye didn't even think; he plopped down onto the ground and pleaded, "I beg you to let me go, I really won't dare to do it again."

"That's more like it. Fine, I'll let you go." Chen Yu released Kawasaki Ye's wrist.

"Baka, kill him!" As soon as he regained his freedom, Kawasaki Ye became arrogant again. He pointed at Chen Yu and clamored, "Don't leave him a way out, kill him, right now!"

"Are you sure?" Chen Yu smiled. He watched as a group of people came charging over, shouting and yelling, then his figure flashed as he surged into the crowd.

Primordial Qi whistled out from all around his body. The blades and axes of the group struck the Primordial Qi and were sent flying one after another. A moment later, there was no one left standing before Chen Yu.

Kawasaki Ye clutched his injured hand, looking at Chen Yu in terror, at a loss for what to say.

"Is there anyone else? Call them all over at once." Chen Yu stared at Kawasaki Ye.

"You, you just wait." Kawasaki Ye gritted his teeth, pulled out his phone, and called for backup.

"The Santai Association has many people. If they come, there will be at least several hundred. I'll call people over immediately to control the scene," Kawana said, feeling anxious.

She knew how strong the Santai Association's power was in Fusang, especially in Chinatown; almost no one could rival them.

If things really blew up, it would be truly hard to resolve. She had originally only intended to teach Kawasaki Ye a lesson, but she hadn't expected things to be vaguely spiraling out of control.

"It's fine. We have an old saying in Huaxia: to capture the bandits, first capture their king." Chen Yu sneered. He suddenly stepped forward and swung a slap at Kawasaki Ye.

*Slap! * Kawasaki Ye was sent flying several meters away by Chen Yu's strike. Almost all of his teeth were shattered by Chen Yu. He lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

With great difficulty, he struggled to crawl up, but before he could say a word, another loud slap landed on his face.

*Slap... * Kawasaki Ye's body was sent flying again. This time he flew even further, and he stayed on the ground even longer.

Chen Yu was in no rush; he walked to his side and waited leisurely, giving him enough time to react.

After reacting for a long time, Kawasaki Ye finally struggled to crawl to his knees. He reached out to raise a fighting stance, but before he could speak, Chen Yu slapped him again, sending Kawasaki Ye flying.

"Don't... don't hit me anymore." Kawasaki Ye felt his entire head buzzing. He lay on the ground, seeing stars, his face covered in blood, and finally gave in.

"Don't chicken out, we've only just begun." Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Until your people arrive."

"No, don't hit me anymore, I admit it, I admit it all." Kawasaki Ye pressed his palms together, kneeling on the ground and trembling as he said, "Friend, it's my fault. I shouldn't have caused you trouble. I've already admitted it, please just let me go."

"Honestly, someone like you really isn't worth pitying." Chen Yu walked up and stared at Kawasaki Ye, saying coldly, "If you don't have the ability, get lost early."

With a kick, Kawasaki Ye was sent flying. This time, his vision went black, and he collapsed onto the ground, clean and simple, moving no more.

"Young Master Kawasaki!" Just then, dozens of cars surged in. Nearly a hundred people from the Santai Association got out. The leader threw himself beside Kawasaki Ye and roared with grief and indignation.

"Don't... let anyone go." Kawasaki Ye struggled to spit out a few words, then fainted straight away.

"Men, hack them all to death!" the leading Hall Master roared.

"Songjing Shanghe, Mr. Chen is an honored guest of our Dusong Society. If you want to touch him, you must first ask if our Dusong Society agrees." Just then, a voice came.

It could be seen that on the other side, three sedans had arrived at some point, and a man with Huaxia ancestry walked over slowly.

"Dusong Society? How do you know people from the Dusong Society?" Kawana was startled and looked at Chen Yu in confusion; this was something she had never expected.

The Dusong Society was currently the largest society in Fusang. After their former president Jiwu Lingtai died, his son-in-law Inoue took over the Dusong Society. After more than a year of development, the Dusong Society crushed its opponents and became one of the two major societies in Fusang, standing in a stalemate with the Qingju Society.

But she never dreamed that Chen Yu would actually know people from the Dusong Society, which made her feel that something was wrong.

"I have some friendship with their president, I know them." Chen Yu smiled slightly.

The president of the Dusong Society was a Huaxia man named Wang Yu. He had lurked beside his father-in-law, the former president Jiwu Lingtai, just to avenge his father's murder.

When Chen Yu was searching for medicine for Ye Qingning, he saved him in the Dark River, and Chen Yu also resolved all obstacles for him to take over the Dusong Society. After Chen Yu arrived here, he hadn't contacted him, but he knew Chen Yu had come.

"You have a friendship with Jiwu Lingtai?" Kawana looked at Lin Feng in confusion; she really didn't know how to describe her feelings.

The current Jiwu Lingtai walked very closely with the authorities, and Jiwu Lingtai himself was a Councilor with great power. Compared to the Dusong Society, the Santai Association was almost a concentration camp for small-time thugs. When Chen Yu said this so nonchalantly, all she felt was shock.

"A bit of a friendship." Chen Yu nodded slightly. "We have met before; don't ask about the specifics."

Kawana stopped talking. This was Chen Yu's private business. Judging by Chen Yu's tone, he didn't really want to expose his affairs, so she wouldn't ask more.

"Zhang Ju?" When the small leader of the Santai Association saw the person who arrived, his momentum weakened by thirty percent. This Zhang Ju was a Huaxia man, but he was deeply trusted by the president of the Dusong Society, so his arrival was effectively no different from Inoue coming himself.

Moreover, compared to the Dusong Society, the gap between them and the Santai Association was not just a little bit. If they really fought, they had no advantage whatsoever.

"That's right, it is I. Mr. Songjing, there is no friction between our two societies, so please do not make things difficult for me." Zhang Ju smiled slightly. Although he only had a few people on his side, his momentum had already overwhelmed the other side's hundred-plus people.

"This person injured our Young Master Kawasaki, so regardless of your relationship, you must pay the price today," Songjing said with an incomparably gloomy expression.