Chapter Ninety-Five: Braised Pork Elbow

"What are you doing here?"

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of Blind Wu's company, two security guards stepped forward to question them.

"Looking for Blind Wu," Yang Jiekai said coldly.

Seeing the aggressive demeanor of Yang Jiekai and his group, the guards realized they were up to no good. However, seeing there were only four of them, they didn't take them seriously at all. After sizing Yang Jiekai up, one sneered, "Our boss is taking a nap and isn't seeing any guests. Get lost!"

"Then tell him to get up immediately and come pay his respects to his father!"

Qin Feng whipped out his belt, which was studded with dense, protruding metal studs. Since they had come specifically to wreck the place, there was no need for pleasantries.

"You're courting death!"

The guard was instantly enraged and gestured, prompting a dozen men armed with weapons to rush out from inside.

Qin Feng struck first. With a loud *snap*, his belt lashed across the face of the man at the front, leaving an instant bloody welt. Gongsun Tiedan also charged forward, taking down an opponent with a swift kick to the groin.

Yang Jiekai and Old Stick exchanged smiles before joining the fray. With masters like Yang Jiekai and Old Stick present, the dozen or so guards were no match; in less than a minute, a large group of them lay on the ground.

Without wasting time, the group walked straight to the third floor and reached the door of Blind Wu's office. Qin Feng delivered a flying kick, and with a loud *bang*, the door flew open.

Blind Wu was lying comfortably in his chair, while a scantily clad woman was kneeling beside him, servicing him orally. Seeing Yang Jiekai and his men storm in, Blind Wu didn't appear particularly panicked. He pushed the woman aside, leisurely zipped up his pants, stood up, and said, "You guys have guts, but do you have any idea what kind of trouble you've just walked into?"

As he spoke, Blind Wu unhurriedly lit a cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and looked at Yang Jiekai. "Don't take what I said to you last time as a joke. If anything happens to me, I will slaughter your entire family."

"Screw you!"

Qin Feng, having the hottest temper, didn't say another word and charged forward with his belt.

Blind Wu had been in the underworld for many years and was no slouch in a fight; he kicked Qin Feng away with a single blow. At that moment, Old Stick suddenly lunged forward like a cheetah, brought an elbow down to knock Blind Wu to the ground, grabbed an ashtray, and smashed it against Blind Wu's mouth. One of Blind Wu's large molars was instantly knocked out.

Yang Jiekai walked over, crouched beside Blind Wu, and said playfully, "That last hit was for my brother. You slapped him once, so I'm knocking out one of your teeth."

Held down by Old Stick, Blind Wu couldn't move. His mouth was full of blood, but he still glared viciously at Yang Jiekai. "You'd better kill me today, otherwise I'll kill your whole family!"

"Old Stick, smash them all. Don't leave a single tooth," Yang Jiekai ordered in a deep voice.

Receiving the command, Old Stick didn't hesitate. With one hand gripping Blind Wu's throat and the other wielding the ashtray, he hammered away at Blind Wu's mouth, leaving the man's face covered in blood and his teeth scattered all over the floor.

After finishing this, Yang Jiekai calmly lit a cigarette, patted Blind Wu’s face, and said, "I won't kill you today. I want to see what you can actually do to me. I'll give you one week to wire the money. If I don't see the money in a week, next time, it won't be as simple as just knocking out teeth."

With that, Yang Jiekai stood up and signaled for Old Stick and the others to leave. As they departed, the miserly Gongsun Tiedan didn't forget to spit on Blind Wu's face. He was the type of person who refused to suffer any loss—not just with money, but with anything—which was why he was nicknamed "Iron Rooster," as he never let a single feather be plucked.

"Yang Jiekai, we've only just begun!" Blind Wu was a ruthless man. Despite his shattered teeth and bloodied face, he didn't back down an inch, shouting the threat viciously at them.

***

Blind Wu had been in the underworld for over a decade; naturally, he would not let the matter rest. Yang Jiekai understood this, so during this time, he specifically warned Qin Feng and Gongsun Tiedan to be extra careful, and he had Old Stick drive around daily to secretly protect Han Ning.

Even at this point, Yang Jiekai didn't have the intention of killing Blind Wu. He thought Blind Wu’s retaliation would at most involve sending people to ambush him, but he hadn't expected the retaliation to take a different form.

The next day, several police officers came to his door and took Yang Jiekai away.

Blind Wu’s way of retaliating was to call the police!

Yang Jiekai had wrecked his company and knocked out all his teeth, so he chose to report it to the authorities. When the police took Yang Jiekai away, he didn't offer any resistance.

"Yang Jiekai, did you lose your mind?" Wang Ying, who heard about the incident, stamped her feet in anger. "Do you have any idea that you've committed intentional injury?"

"I know," Yang Jiekai said, cuffed to a specially designed chair in the interrogation room with a nonchalant expression. "I'm the one who beat him. So what?"

"You..." Wang Ying was so angry she wanted to rush over and flick him on the forehead. That same night, Yang Jiekai was sent to the detention center.

As soon as Yang Jiekai entered, he saw the place was thick with smoke and filth, with dozens of people lying on the communal bed platform. When these people saw Yang Jiekai, their eyes all shifted toward him in unison.

Yang Jiekai couldn't be bothered with these low-lifes. After clutching his bedding and surveying the room, he noticed an interesting phenomenon. The platform was about ten meters long; the further back one went, the more crowded it became, while the front spots were very spacious.

Yang Jiekai had never been to a detention center before, but he had heard plenty of stories. There were many unwritten rules here. The law of the jungle was on full display. Take the sleeping platform, for example: there was a strict hierarchy. The "cell boss" slept in the front, where it was very spacious, and the further back you went, the more cramped the conditions were.

Moreover, things that were ordinary on the outside became privileges in here. For instance, only the cell boss and a few well-connected inmates had the right to urinate standing up. The others, referred to as "bird droppings," could only use the toilet at designated times, and they had to squat like women while peeing.

"Brother, what did you come in for?" The cell boss was a burly man. Seeing Yang Jiekai’s nonchalant and composed expression, he became interested.

"Beat up a few blind fools," Yang Jiekai said, carrying his bedding toward the front spot.

"You're not a local, are you?" the cell boss asked.

Yang Jiekai stretched his neck. "Let's cut the crap. I have no connections and no background. Whatever procedure you have, just get on with it. If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep."

The others' eyes lit up immediately. They were bored to death being locked up here every day, and tormenting new inmates was their greatest joy. Someone like Yang Jiekai, who had no background or connections, meant they had no worries and could torment him without restraint.

Just as they were thinking about how to torture Yang Jiekai, he had already walked to the front spot and pointed at the cell boss. "You, get lost. I'm sleeping here."

***

What the hell?

The inmates wondered if their ears were playing tricks on them. Was this kid talking to their boss? Others who came in were desperate to curry favor, but this kid... could he be a lunatic?

The cell boss was also stunned for a moment before he snarled, "Don't you know the rules, you little prick?"

"What rules?" Yang Jiekai threw his bedding aside, deciding to have some fun with these guys since he was bored anyway.

"When a newcomer arrives, we naturally have to treat them to a meal."

At this point, a sharp-faced man jumped down from the platform and sneered at Yang Jiekai. "You look soft and tender, let's start with a 'braised pork knuckle' for you."

Yang Jiekai didn't know what "braised pork knuckle" meant, but he guessed it certainly wasn't a real meal. After the sharp-faced man spoke, two more men jumped down and stood on either side of Yang Jiekai.

The sharp-faced man gave a sinister grin. "Serve the meal."

As soon as the words fell, the two men beside him bent their elbows and slammed them hard into Yang Jiekai's waist.

This was the "braised pork knuckle." The two inmates would use their elbows to strike the target's waist hard; a light case would result in blood in the urine, while a heavy one could leave the person unable to get out of bed for days.

However, they had met Yang Jiekai today. While his physical strength might not be as freakish as Fujita Tsuyoshi, who ranked eighth on the weapon charts, it was well beyond what these people could fathom.

The two inmates struck Yang Jiekai's waist with all their might, but to him, it felt like nothing more than a scratch. He even started to yawn. The two inmates’ hands were swollen from the impact, yet he showed no reaction at all. The cell boss watched, dumbfounded.

"Stop!" the cell boss barked, jumping off the bed himself. He sneered at Yang Jiekai, "Braised pork knuckle doesn't work on you, so let's have you 'sit on the sofa' instead."

He signaled for another inmate to demonstrate. "Sitting on the sofa" meant standing on one leg, lifting the other leg in a crossed-legged position while in mid-air, and holding the posture. The moment the person collapsed from exhaustion, the other inmates would swarm them and beat them up.

Yang Jiekai stretched, crossed his legs, and assumed the "sofa" position. The surrounding inmates immediately hopped off the bed and surrounded him, ready to swarm as soon as he fell.

But a minute passed, then ten minutes, then half an hour, and Yang Jiekai remained motionless, as if he were truly sitting on a sofa.

The inmates were stunned. What they didn't know was that when Yang Jiekai was in the mercenary training camp, he had undergone similar training—back then, he would hold such a position for an entire day while carrying dozens of kilograms of weight. This little trick didn't even qualify as elementary.

"Screw you!"

Finally, the sharp-faced man couldn't wait any longer and delivered a flying kick to Yang Jiekai's stomach.

With a loud *thud*, Yang Jiekai remained unmoved, but the sharp-faced man felt as if he had kicked a steel plate; the impact sent him flying backward.

At this point, the cell boss was also enraged. "Attack him!"

Yang Jiekai stretched his arms. "Let's all go at once. I've had enough fun with you. It's bedtime now. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy."