Martial Arts Master in the City

Ye Xiao looked at the burly men walking toward him and couldn't help but chuckle internally. Did they really think they could handle me with just these few?

However, Ye Xiao chuckled as well and walked over!

"Kid, do you know how to show respect to your elders?" one of the burly men with a scarred face and broad flesh shouted at Ye Xiao!

As Ye Xiao bent over in laughter, he still chuckled and said, "Big brother, just tell me what you want. As long as I can help, it's no problem at all!"

"Ha ha, this kid knows how to play along. But, you dare to call me brother? I think you're tired of living. Stretch out your face, let me pinch it!" the burly man said jokingly with laughter!

Ye Xiao responded, "How could that be right? If there's any pinching to be done, it should be me pinching you, big brother. I could definitely turn that bad meat on your face into streaky bacon!"

"Big brother, this kid just called you a pig!" another man shouted out loud!

The scar-faced man immediately grew angry and grabbed at Ye Xiao's shoulder. He intended to throw Ye Xiao straight to the ground, but when he grabbed his shoulder, he was shocked to discover that Ye Xiao's body seemed rooted to the ground. No matter how much force the scar-faced man used, he could not make Ye Xiao budge an inch!

"Boss, why aren't you hitting him?" shouted another man nearby!

Clearly, everyone was puzzled. The normally quick-tempered scar-faced man, why wasn't he immediately striking the youth before him? He just kept his hand on the youth's body without any further action!

In fact, the scar-faced man himself was quite confused. This skinny-looking boy couldn't weigh more than 130 pounds. How could he not even lift him, especially with all his henchmen watching? They would surely laugh at him!

The scar-faced man roared and suddenly punched at Ye Xiao's chest, but to his surprise, his fist stopped in front of Ye Xiao's chest!

That moment, everyone realized that Ye Xiao's hand was at his own chest, and it was holding onto the scar-faced man's huge fist!

The crowd was extremely shocked. Everyone knew how strong the scar-faced man's fist was, yet this youth managed to catch it with raw strength—imagine how powerful the boy must be!

"Damn, everyone, attack!"

However, the next second, all these fierce-looking guys were down on the ground.

After taking everyone down, Ye Xiao walked straight over to a man who hadn't stood up to hit him!

This man had a determined face, a square jaw, buzz cut, and sharp eyes, resembling those of a hawk—very intense. Though not particularly bulky, he was clearly muscular!

Ye Xiao sat down on the ground and said with a smile, "Why didn't you stand up to hit me?"

The man, whose surprise had subsided, looked at Ye Xiao and asked, "What good would hitting you do me?"

Ye Xiao lightly laughed and asked, "What did you do to end up here?"

"That's none of your business!" The man turned his head away and leaned against the wall. His voice was resolute, but his eyes held a hint of despair.

Far from being upset by the man's snub, Ye Xiao instead smiled and said, "I'm just curious. It must be suffocating to keep everything bottled up inside. Don't you think it could drive you insane?"

The man looked at Ye Xiao, sighed, and said, "My name is Zhao Dapeng. Half a month ago, I argued over something trivial at a street stall, only later to discover that the other person had connections. Soon after, I was arrested for suspected intentional injury. It's been half a month without a trial or release. They told me once you come to Cell Number 1, don't even think about getting out. Sigh. If it were just me, I'd be carefree, but I have a sister. I honestly don't know what she'll do!"

Ye Xiao nodded and shifted the conversation, "You don't seem like an ordinary person."

"I'm a veteran!"

Ye Xiao asked Zhao Dapeng, "Do you trust me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can get you out!"

"Get me out?" Zhao Dapeng looked at Ye Xiao in disbelief.

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "If I can get you out, will you follow me from now on?"

If you truly can get me out of this cell, I'd follow you for the rest of my life!" Zhao Dapeng said.

"Do you think I'm joking? Better think carefully now. I hate it the most when people go back on their word," Ye Xiao said.

Zhao Dapeng, now convinced that Ye Xiao wasn't joking, looked at him seriously and declared, "Okay, if you can really get me, Zhao Dapeng, out of this prison, my life will be yours. I swear on my honor as a soldier!"

"I believe you!" Ye Xiao said with a smile.

...

Meanwhile, Weei Jie had used every connection to finally bring Song Jiamin and the others to Cell Number 1.

But what they saw when they arrived was a shock.

There lay Ye Xiao on a bed, two men massaging his legs, two more kneading his arms, and another rubbing his head. These fierce-looking criminals were actually giving Ye Xiao a full-body massage!

"Boss Ye, are you comfortable? Is the pressure alright?" the scar-faced man chuckled as he massaged Ye Xiao's temples.

This wasn't imprisonment—it was clear luxury!

Both Weei Jie and Song Jiamin were utterly surprised. Could Ye Xiao really be this audacious?