Chapter 3: Yang Wei

"Stop!"

Ye Feng shouted, stepped forward quickly, and while shielding Ye Linger behind him, he quietly clenched his fists.

"Ye Feng? You can actually still stand?"

Seeing that the person who arrived was Ye Feng, Li Weijie was very surprised.

He had basically used lethal force yesterday; even if Ye Feng didn't die, he should at least be a cripple, yet now he was acting like nothing had happened!

Ye Feng ignored him and instead turned his head to ask Ye Linger behind him: "What is going on?"

Ye Linger wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Li Weijie, and said bitterly: "This morning I brought the money to the hospital to pay for Mom's surgery, but I didn't expect them to rush in and snatch the money away!"

Ye Feng frowned: "Where did you get the money?"

Ye Linger's eyes darted around, and she stammered: "I... my roommate lent it to me."

Ye Feng didn't say anything more, but reached out to touch her slightly congested face and asked softly: "Does it hurt?"

Ye Linger didn't speak, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Ye Feng turned to look at Li Weijie and asked in a cold tone: "Did you hit her?"

Li Weijie looked at the few burly men behind him and immediately said with full confidence: "I hit her, what can you do about it?"

Ye Feng's eyes sharpened, and anger burned in them.

Suddenly, he raised his palm abruptly and slapped toward Li Weijie with lightning speed.

"Smack!"

A crisp sound echoed in the air; Li Weijie couldn't react in time, and his body tilted from the sudden slap, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

He only felt a burning pain on his face and his head buzzing, and for a moment, he was actually stunned.

He didn't expect that Ye Feng would dare to make a move in front of so many people.

"You... you actually dare to hit me!"

Li Weijie lay on the ground in a sorry state, the pain on his face and the humiliation in his heart making his anger burn.

He covered his face, climbed up quickly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Immediately after, he shouted to the burly men behind him: "All of you, go together and cripple him for me!"

Ye Feng's eyes were cold, without the slightest hint of fear.

"All of you stop!"

Just then, a low voice came from the corner of the room; looking toward the sound, a face covered in scars came into view.

"Who are you?"

Ye Feng looked at this scarred face vigilantly; judging by the situation, this person should be their boss.

The scarred face sat with his legs crossed and smiled: "My surname is Yang, and my given name is Wei."

Ye Feng frowned: "You are Daoba Yang from South Street?"

Yang Wei stood up and said: "That is indeed me."

"The money was taken by him!"

At this time, Ye Linger patted Ye Feng's shoulder and whispered.

Yang Wei weighed the envelope in his hand and said with a smile: "That's right, the money is with me!"

"I'll accept this five hundred thousand for now; as for the interest, we'll calculate that later!"

"You hit my man in front of me; shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Yang Wei looked at the Ye siblings and suddenly said viciously.

"What do you want?"

Ye Feng's brows were tightly furrowed; he had heard of the reputation of Daoba Yang.

It is said that when he was young, with one man and one blade, he slashed and injured over a dozen people from a rival gang, and the scar on his face was his most glorious battle record.

It was precisely because of this that he became famous in one battle and successfully became the big boss of South Street!

"How about this: let your sister accompany me for a meal, and pay my brother one hundred thousand in medical expenses, and this matter will be over!"

Yang Wei smiled and rested his hand on Li Weijie's shoulder, but his eyes kept glancing at Ye Linger with ill intent.

Ye Feng's eyes sharpened, and he said in a cold voice: "What if I say no?"

The smile on Yang Wei's face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression.

"Then don't blame me!"

He looked at his brothers behind him with a cold gaze, waved his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Go, show this guy a thing or two."

Following Yang Wei's order, the burly men behind him began to flex their muscles, preparing to pounce on Ye Feng.

And Li Weijie, standing to the side, also revealed a look of schadenfreude on his face.

He lifted his chin slightly, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of revenge, and a cold sneer curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already seen Ye Feng beaten to a miserable state.

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly shouted: "Wait!"

"Have you thought it over?"

Yang Wei smiled playfully, which, combined with the scar on his face, looked very ferocious.

Ye Feng shook his head, and then, he said something shocking: "You suffer from impotence!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Yang Wei's face turned bright red instantly, his expression stiff as if struck by lightning.

He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief and the anger of being humiliated.

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.

He stood frozen in place, his body as if fixed in position.

"Looking at your dull complexion, unsteady gait, and weak life-gate fire, it must be caused by yang deficiency!"

"Besides, I can cure it!"

Ye Feng remained calm and composed as he continued to speak.

"Brother Yang, he actually dared to curse you; you must teach him a good lesson!"

To the side, Li Weijie became anxious the moment he saw Yang Wei in such a state.

"Little brother, can you really cure it?"

Yang Wei ignored Li Weijie, instead changing his previous attitude and asking tentatively.

He did indeed suffer from impotence, and it had been several years; during this time, it was not as if he hadn't sought out doctors, but none could thoroughly cure it!

Ye Feng nodded without speaking, simply extending five fingers.

Yang Wei understood immediately and promptly handed over the envelope.

At the same time, he did not forget to threaten, "The name Daoba Yang of mine wasn't earned for nothing; if you dare to deceive me, I will definitely make you end up just like me!"

Seeing Yang Wei act this way, Li Weijie became instantly agitated: "Brother Yang, he is definitely lying to you; you cannot let him succeed!"

"Slap!"

Yang Wei gave him a direct slap and said angrily, "Shut up!"

"I need Silver Needles!"

Ye Feng looked at Li Weijie and said with an indifferent expression.

Yang Wei glared at Li Weijie: "Go find me a set of Silver Needles!"

A few minutes later, Li Weijie walked in carrying a set of sterilized Silver Needles.

Immediately following this, Yang Wei drove his men out and found a hospital bed to lie down on himself.

Ye Feng walked to the front of the hospital bed, activated the Xuantian Medical Sect techniques, and then picked up a Silver Needle with a focused expression.

One could see his wrist flick, and the Silver Needle pierced accurately into an acupuncture point on Yang Wei's body.

The movement was clean and neat, without the slightest bit of hesitation.

Ye Feng continuously changed the Silver Needles in his hands, precisely inserting them into different acupuncture points.

His expression was serious and earnest, with fine beads of sweat slightly seeping from his forehead.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Feng wiped his sweat and put the Silver Needles away: "How does it feel?"

Yang Wei's face was filled with astonishment.

His tone became respectful, and he thanked Ye Feng repeatedly: "I didn't expect you to truly possess such miraculous medical skills; thank you so much."