Chapter 4: Covering the Sky with One Hand

"Chen Yu, don't come over, don't worry about me..."

Ye Xinyu's cries rang out from the other side of the receiver, but then someone covered her mouth, and with a "snap," the call was cut off.

"Bastard." Chen Yu slammed his fist hard against the wall, then hurried out the door.

After walking only a few steps, his phone rang again; he hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Chen Yu, this is Lin Qingyue, do you remember? The one who bumped into you today."

"I remember. You aren't asking me to pay you back right now, are you? I need a few days," Chen Yu said, startled.

"No, my grandfather's condition is critical. Everything you said was spot on. I beg you to save my grandfather," Lin Qingyue said anxiously.

"I am very sorry, but I have to go to the Dynasty Club now. It's an emergency," Chen Yu said while walking.

"What are you doing there?" Lin Qingyue paused.

"There's someone named Zou Dalong. I owe him some money, and he kidnapped my wife," Chen Yu said coldly. "I'll contact you after I finish this."

Chen Yu hung up after speaking and hurried toward the Dynasty Club.

Zou Dalong's Dynasty Club was the largest club in Fengling; he was also one of the underground forces in Fengling, known for being incomparably ruthless.

Moreover, it was said that he had the backing of one of the Four Great Families, giving him a deep background.

Chen Yu rushed to the club's private room and saw a man sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigar with a fierce look on his face; this was Zou Dalong.

Zhou Si stood to one side with his head wrapped in gauze, and two other men were holding Ye Xinyu. Besides them, there was a man with a feminine demeanor playing with a scalpel in his hand.

"Chen Yu, didn't I tell you not to come? Why are you so stupid? They will kill you," Ye Xinyu cried out.

"Don't cry, it's not good for the baby. Don't worry, I'll handle it," Chen Yu comforted her, then turned his head and said, "Let my wife go. If you have any issues, come at me."

"Is this the brat?" Zou Dalong looked at Chen Yu with surprise, then looked at Zhou Si.

"Brother Zou, it's him. Those two brothers are still in the hospital," Zhou Si said bitterly.

"You are truly fucking useless. A small-time thug like this could beat you into such a state? Don't ever say you're my man when you go out in the future; it's embarrassing," Zou Dalong scolded.

"Yes," Zhou Si said, ashamed.

"I told you to let my wife go," Chen Yu said coldly.

"Brat, you still dare to be so arrogant after coming to my place?" Zou Dalong waved his hand and said, "Chop off one of his arms first."

"Yes, Boss Zou." A large man swung a machete backhanded and walked straight toward Chen Yu.

Ye Xinyu screamed in terror, while the other large man held her down tightly.

Whoosh—the machete slashed toward Chen Yu's head.

"Chen Yu... be careful!" Ye Xinyu shrieked. Overcome with shock, everything went black before her eyes, and she fainted to the floor.

"Wife..." Chen Yu was enraged. He snatched the machete backhanded and punched the large man in the chest.

Driven by his fury, he tapped into his potential. This punch already possessed the strength of a Martial Master. With a boom, crack—several of the large man's ribs shattered, and he screamed as he flew five meters away.

Chen Yu rushed toward Ye Xinyu. The large man holding her swung a fist at him. Chen Yu grabbed the man's fist, twisted his right hand, and the man's arm was twisted like a pretzel; he retreated, screaming in pain.

Half-lifting the unconscious Ye Xinyu, Chen Yu felt slightly relieved knowing she was only frightened, and he helped her onto the sofa to the side.

But when he saw the five-finger print on Ye Xinyu's cheek, he couldn't help but be enraged.

When he stood up, his eyes were already filled with killing intent.

"Zhou Si, didn't you say this brat was just a thug?" Zou Dalong was startled; Chen Yu's combat power was quite strong, which caught him off guard.

"He doesn't do an honest day's work. I've been dealing with him for five or six years, damn it," Zhou Si was also stunned.

"Who hit my wife?" Chen Yu said calmly.

"I was the one who gave your wife that slap. Chen Yu, you're at death's door and you still dare to be this arrogant? I..."

Before Zhou Si could finish his harsh words, a figure flashed; Chen Yu was already in front of him, and with a backhanded heavy punch, he struck Zhou Si in the chest.

Crack—Zhou Si's chest caved inward, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with shattered internal organs.

With a "thud," Zhou Si collapsed to the floor, twitching incessantly. This punch had nearly cost him his life; even if he didn't die, he was ruined.

"Yisheng, kill him," Zou Dalong was shocked.

The feminine man who had been playing with the scalpel suddenly leaped up, lunged toward Chen Yu in one stride, and simultaneously reached to his waist, producing two daggers in his hands.

This guy was a professional assassin; he was fast, accurate, and ruthless. The daggers in his hands spun into two flashes of steel as he suddenly closed in on Chen Yu, aiming the daggers directly at Chen Yu's vitals.

Chen Yu stretched out both hands to block the opponent's wrists, but the man flipped his wrist, turning the dagger to stab at Chen Yu's chest.

Chen Yu retreated rapidly, and with a "shhh" sound, his clothes were slashed open in two places.

Chen Yu was startled. His strength was actually not weak; having integrated the *Sacred Clarity Scripture* and broken through to the Martial Master realm in his anger just now, this assassin, while formidable, was not his match.

All he lacked was actual combat experience. If the dagger had moved one more inch just now, he would have been gutted.

He clenched his fists, held his breath, and began to treat this seriously.

Yisheng flipped the daggers in his hands, leaped into the air, and with a beautiful spin in mid-air, attacked Chen Yu.

Chen Yu let out a deep shout, stepped forward, and kicked out.

Boom—Yisheng's body flew out like a kite with a broken string. With a "thud," he slammed heavily into the wall, spat out a mouthful of blood, and it was clear he wouldn't be getting up.

Zou Dalong was shocked. He stood up, intending to press the alarm button in front of him. This was his private room; if he pressed it in danger, a hundred people outside would rush in.

But just as he moved, Chen Yu grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the floor and threw it with a violent flick. With a "pfft," the dagger pierced through his palm.

"Ah..." Zou Dalong screamed.

Immediately after, a cold dagger was pressed against his throat.

"Chen Yu, if you kill me, you won't survive either. Neither you nor your wife will be able to escape," Zou Dalong said, enduring the pain.

"I said, in three days, I will pay back your money," Chen Yu said coldly. "But you kidnapped my wife and hit her? You have absolutely no sense of honor."

"Honor? If I had to worry about honor, I wouldn't have survived until now. Chen Yu, what do you want?" Zou Dalong said bitterly. "Do you really dare to kill me?"

"Kill you?" Chen Yu grinned: "That would be letting you off too easily. I'm afraid you don't know what it's like to wish you were dead."

As Chen Yu spoke, he suddenly grabbed the dagger that had pierced his palm and twisted it hard.

"Ah..." Zou Dalong screamed, his vision blacking out in waves; Chen Yu twisted so hard that one of his palms was practically ruined.

"Chen Yu, I will kill you, I swear I will kill you, I will slice open your wife's belly right in front of you and let you see your son early," Zou Dalong hissed and roared.

Zou Dalong was truly enraged; he was, after all, a figure who dominated a region in Fengling, so when had he ever suffered such a brutal beating?

"Is that so?" A flash of killing intent crossed Chen Yu's eyes: "Do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"