Chapter 53: The Robber Jiang Xincheng

Among this group of young men, the strongest had already reached the Tendon-Forging Late Peak Stage, just one step away from the Bone Training Realm. Apart from him, there were three or four Primordial Warriors at the Tendon Training Realm, while the rest were Primordial Warriors at the late stage of the Muscle Training Realm.

Such strength was not something Bei Yaya, a Primordial Warrior at the Mid Tendon-Training Stage, could handle. Moreover, Bei Yaya was unarmed, while the group of delinquent young men each carried weapons.

“What you are doing is against the law. Even if you leave no traces, do you think others won’t suspect you? Besides, do you know why even your parents dare not play dirty tricks on me? It’s because I am—”

Before Bei Yaya could finish her threat, the group of delinquent young men gagged her. She was tied up tightly and thrown into a specially arranged van.

“Let’s go, brothers. The prey has been caught. We’ll have a great time tonight. Everyone gets a turn.”

“Haha, our families are too cautious. What background could this widow possibly have? If she really had powerful connections, wouldn’t she have strong Primordial Warriors guarding her? Clearly, she’s just bluffing.”

“That’s right. It’s our first time enjoying such a high-class catch. We must have fun tonight.”

…

Seeing that they had captured Bei Yaya, the group of delinquent young men laughed triumphantly. They noisily got into the vehicle, ready to take Bei Yaya to the prepared location for their entertainment. Half of the young men eagerly crowded into the van where Bei Yaya was held captive.

As the group of delinquent youths swarmed around her, despair appeared on Bei Yaya’s delicate face. She never thought she would die like this, and so soon. If she had known, perhaps she should have revealed her grandfather’s identity earlier. But she didn’t know if there was still a chance.

However, looking at the excited young men, Bei Yaya knew that even if she revealed her grandfather’s identity, it probably wouldn’t make a difference. Tonight was truly the end. Should she bite her tongue and kill herself?

Thinking this, Bei Yaya secretly made up her mind. But just then, before the impatient young men could lay their dirty hands on her, she felt the van being violently hit by something. It was sent flying through the air and crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

Both Bei Yaya and the group of delinquent young men were thrown into disarray by the impact. Yet, compared to being touched by those filthy hands, Bei Yaya preferred this painful sensation.

“Which idiot was driving? How could you drive like this at such a slow speed? Are you eating shit?”

“It wasn’t the driver’s fault. Someone kicked our vehicle! Look, there’s a man in black with a masked face.”

“What the hell? Who is this guy? How dare he oppose us? Is he tired of living? Brothers, get out and kill him!”

…

The group of delinquent young men, disoriented from the fall, cursed as they climbed to their feet. After all, they were all Primordial Warriors, with physical abilities far beyond ordinary people. They only suffered minor injuries from the crash, which didn’t affect their strength.

“This road was opened by me, these trees were planted by me. If you wish to pass through here, leave your toll.”

Under the gaze of the delinquent young men, the black-masked man spoke calmly, instantly igniting their fury.

“We actually ran into a robber? Damn it, in all my years, this is the first time I’ve been robbed. Brothers, kill him!”

“What’s going on? A mere Primordial Warrior at the Mid Tendon-Training Stage dares to rob so many experts like us?”

…

Huang Bin reached out to stop the enraged young men. He took a few steps forward, his expression serious. “Brother, which path do you walk? If you’re truly short on money, we can spare you some. We might even let you join our little celebration.”

Although he sensed that the black-masked man was only a Primordial Warrior at the Mid Tendon-Training Stage, Huang Bin knew that appearances could be deceiving. Especially since they were involved in shady business that must not be exposed—otherwise, not only would they be in big trouble, but their companies and families would suffer too.

So, acting with caution, Huang Bin made a concession, hoping to resolve the matter peacefully. To prevent the black-masked man from leaking their secret, he even invited him to join in their plan to assault Bei Yaya.

However, Jiang Xincheng, disguised as the black-masked man, had no intention of giving him face. “Money, vehicle, Yuan Crystals, and the woman—leave everything behind. Then get lost.”

“You…” Jiang Xincheng’s words made Huang Bin’s face turn pale. Pointing at Jiang Xincheng, he stammered, “Fine, fine! Since you refuse to show respect, don’t blame us for being ruthless.”

“Who do you think you are? A rapist like you doesn’t deserve my respect. Trash.” Jiang Xincheng spoke without holding back, making Bei Yaya, who was lying on the ground, feel immensely satisfied. If she hadn’t been tied up, she would have given Jiang Xincheng thirty-two thumbs-up.

Huang Bin was so angry his hair stood on end. “Brothers, kill him, you bastard!”

With a furious roar, Huang Bin, who had cultivated to the Tendon-Forging Late Peak Stage, charged forward first. He threw both fists fiercely toward Jiang Xincheng’s vital areas. Facing Huang Bin’s enraged attack, Jiang Xincheng smiled slightly. Without dodging or avoiding, he raised his own fist in a visually striking manner and met Huang Bin’s punch head-on.

Seeing that Jiang Xincheng, a Primordial Warrior at the Mid Tendon-Training Stage, dared to confront Huang Bin—a Tendon-Forging Late Peak Stage expert—in a direct clash, a cruel grin appeared on Huang Bin’s face. The Primordial Force in his Dantian surged even more intensely as he struck toward Jiang Xincheng’s fist.

He intended to shatter Jiang Xincheng’s right hand and arm with one blow, crippling him before slowly finishing him off.

“Boom…”

Their fists collided with tremendous force.

“Crack, crack, crack…”

Amid a series of bone-shattering sounds, to the horror of the delinquent young men, it wasn’t Jiang Xincheng whose right hand and arm were destroyed—it was Huang Bin, the Primordial Warrior at the Tendon-Forging Late Peak Stage.

In a direct, head-to-head confrontation, Huang Bin, at the Tendon-Forging Late Peak Stage, was crippled by a single punch from Jiang Xincheng, who was only at the Mid Tendon-Training Stage. The young men stared in disbelief, their faces filled with fear.

“Ah…”

Huang Bin hugged his shattered shoulder, wailing in agony. He rolled wildly on the ground, a pitiful sight.

A cold smile flickered at the corner of Jiang Xincheng’s mouth. He stepped on Huang Bin’s head, instantly knocking him unconscious and silencing his cries. Then, he slowly walked toward the group of delinquent young men. “This road was opened by me, these trees were planted by me. If you wish to pass through here, leave your toll. So, gentlemen, how about behaving yourselves and letting me rob you quietly?”