Chapter 95: A Small Matter

A chorus of startled cries rose from the crowd. The girls who had been covering their eyes froze, curiosity getting the better of them, and slowly lowered their hands.

What they saw next made them leap straight out of their seats, staring in disbelief.

Xia Yu moved as if some hidden force had possessed him, effortlessly and brutally smashing the men one by one to the ground.

There were sharp cracks of joints tearing loose, followed by one howl after another.

Xia Yu was furious, and he showed no mercy at all. Every one of the men had his arm wrenched out of place.

That was already merciful. In the past, with his fiery temper in the lawless lands of the North, he would not even have bothered to lift a hand. When he ran into trash like this, he would have simply mowed them down with a machine gun.

In no time at all, the six men were lying on the ground, clutching their dislocated arms and writhing in agony.

"You..." The fat man was both shocked and terrified. He had never imagined the situation would turn out like this. Pointing at Xia Yu, he said, "You... you're finished."

"Damn it, you little brat. Today I'm making sure you don't get out of this night market. If you've got guts, just wait."

He took out his phone. He did have some confidence. After running this place for so long, he naturally had connections on the streets, and the local bully in this area, a thug named Fly, was on good terms with him.

Xia Yu frowned and gave up on the thought of dealing with him then and there. Since the man was so confident, he would let him keep jumping around a little longer.

That way, after Xia Yu left, he would not turn around in defiance and bring people back to stir up trouble. Otherwise, Liu Hua's shop would never know peace again.

"Fine. Use whatever tricks you've got. I'll be waiting outside. Don't make a mess in the restaurant."

With that, Xia Yu pulled out a pack of Red Golden Dragon cigarettes worth four and a half yuan, lit one, and walked outside.

"My God... he's so cool."

"I can't take it anymore. I'm in love with him..."

There were indeed a few girls there who were quite infatuated, their eyes full of admiration as they looked at Xia Yu.

Not only the girls—even the men present felt that Xia Yu looked utterly dazzling at that moment. What he had just done added a great deal to his charm.

A man. This was what a real man looked like.

Seeing that Xia Yu truly waited outside, the fat man ground his teeth in hatred. Kid, so you can fight, can you? Just wait and see how you die.

"Brother Fly, hurry over to my place. Something's happened."

After hanging up, the fat man walked out and pointed at Xia Yu. "If you've got guts, don't run later. I'll make you kneel and beg for forgiveness."

"Don't make me wait too long."

Xia Yu exhaled a ring of smoke with complete ease.

No one in the restaurant could focus on eating anymore; they all came out to watch the excitement.

And since the night market was crowded to begin with, the gathering drew even more people over. Fingers pointed at Xia Yu and the fat man from all around.

"Move aside. All of you, get the hell out of the way."

Suddenly, an arrogant shout rang out from nearby.

The crowd immediately parted to make a path. A group of thugs came striding out with steel pipes in hand, full of swagger and menace—nearly thirty of them in all. The onlookers backed away in fright.

"Brother Fly, you finally made it." The fat man rushed forward in excitement. Stopping before a yellow-haired young man, he quickly recounted what had just happened.

The restaurant customers grew worried for Xia Yu again. He could fight, yes, but this time the other side had so many people, all of them armed, and they looked like seasoned street toughs. They must be formidable in a brawl.

Could he still handle them?

Yet when they looked at Xia Yu's expression, there was not the slightest change. He was still as calm and unruffled as ever, a Red Golden Dragon cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Was Xia Yu nervous?

The answer was obvious.

A battle king who had taken part in gunfights involving more than a thousand men would not even have the faintest ripple in his heart over a scene like this.

After hearing the fat man's story, Fly flicked away his cigarette butt and led his men toward Xia Yu, his presence fierce and imposing.

"Kid, you're pretty reckless. You beat up so many of my buddies—how do you want to settle this?"

"If you want in too, I don't mind sending you all to the hospital together," Xia Yu said indifferently.

"Haha! I've seen plenty of arrogant people, but never one as arrogant as you!" Fly laughed. "So you think you can take on all of us?"

"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

"Heh. Dealing with the likes of you—would that even count as boasting?" Xia Yu smiled, his gaze dripping with contempt.

Even facing so many people, his bearing did not falter in the slightest.

Not only Fly, but even the onlookers who had come for the spectacle had originally thought Xia Yu was courting death by overestimating himself. They figured he ought to hurry up, apologize, and beg for mercy.

But now their opinion had changed a little. The man looked so confident that he did not seem simple at all.

Fly noticed it as well. He gestured for the restless underlings behind him to hold back and said in a low voice, "Brother, you're in the line of work too, aren't you? Why not tell us your name?"

"Heh. You're overthinking it."

"Then you're from one of the old families?"

Fly had dealt with rich young masters from high society before and knew they were not easy to provoke. Xia Yu was young, yet so confident. It was very possible he came from one of those powerful clans.

Fly still had a sense of proportion. If he offended some great family, the consequences would be disastrous, so he suddenly became a little reluctant to act rashly.

"Does it matter?" Xia Yu narrowed his eyes. "Is that all you've got? Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"