Urban Invincible Overlord

Money isn't omnipotent, it can't solve all problems, but it can solve ninety-nine percent of them.

Violence can't solve problems either.

However, in real life, often many times, violence is the fastest and most effective way to solve problems.

Moreover, if you can't intimidate your opponent with violence, you will be violently beaten by the enemy.

Today, in the situation with the Yang Family, Gong Yuping was arrogant and overbearing, saying right from the start that he would break the legs of Yang Hao and Yang Fei. Could he listen to reason at that time?

But when Gong Yuping came to his senses and saw that his usually capable bodyguards were all lying on the ground, wailing, he held his swollen, painful face with one hand and pointed at Yang Fei with the other, continuously backing away, saying, "You... what are you doing? I am Gong Yuping, my dad is Gong Daqian. Let's talk nicely."

Yang Fei didn't expect him to cower so quickly.

Where was that arrogant and overbearing attitude of the evil young master now?

He felt a bit dispirited and took a step back.

Qin Yanyang stepped forward, smiling, and asked, "Can we talk nicely now?"

She handles the fights; he handles the reasoning.

Seeing Yang Fei step back and Qin Yanyang step forward, Gong Yuping felt humiliated in front of such a beautiful woman and with his fiancée and so many villagers watching. He burst out angrily, "Alright, lad, you dare to hit me? I'm telling you, you're done for. I guarantee you won't get out of Huangyang County alive. Just you wait."

His momentum grew as he spoke.

In his hometown, he was like a crown prince, used to being overbearing; when had he ever been hit?

With a venomous look in his eyes, Gong Yuping pulled out his phone to make a call.

Qin Yanyang frowned, deeply desiring to settle this matter peacefully, frustrated by his overbearing behavior.

Thinking it over, she finally stepped back behind Yang Fei.

Yang Fei understood her gesture and strode towards Gong Yuping.

Just as Gong Yuping took out his phone, seeing Yang Fei approaching him, he shuddered in fear and dropped his phone.

At that moment, Huang Dayong mustered the courage to come forward, blocking Yang Fei and protested, "Do you have a death wish? If it's just you, fine, but don't drag your uncle's family into this. Do you know who Young Master Gong is? If you mess with him, your whole family will suffer."

Yang Fei frowned.

He greatly disliked threats to his family.

"That's right, kid, you better kneel down and apologize to me. If you dare touch me again, I guarantee you'll have no place to bury your body, and your family will be ruined. I have plenty of ways to destroy your entire family," Gong Yuping fiercely stared at Yang Fei, loudly threatening.

Yang Fei quickly brushed aside Huang Dayong and kicked out.

"Crack!"

Gong Yuping's left leg abruptly bent, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his shattered kneecap, screaming incessantly.

As he fell to the ground, his right leg's prosthetic also came off, making him appear extremely wretched.

"Ah... ah, my... my left leg is broken too, ah... son of a bitch, I'll kill you, kill you!" Gong Yuping, sweating profusely from the pain, rolled on the ground, shouting.

Aside from Qin Yanyang, everyone present was stunned.

Nobody expected Yang Fei to be so aggressive and dare to be so ruthless with Gong Yuping.

Yet, the incident wasn't over.

Yang Fei walked over and stepped on the leg that had its kneecap shattered, applying a slight force.

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The sound of bones breaking came once again.

"Ah... ah..."

Gong Yuping struggled frantically, screaming like a slaughtered pig.

No matter how much he struggled, Yang Fei's foot remained firmly on his leg, stopping him from escaping.

"Swear again and see what happens," Yang Fei, looking down from above, said indifferently as he watched Gong Yuping.

Confronted with Yang Fei's indifferent gaze, Gong Yuping suddenly felt an immense fear, sensing that his look was akin to viewing a dead man.

Such a terrifying gaze!

Gong Yuping shuddered.

Then, a stench of excrement and urine spread.

Yang Fei was dumbfounded.

Gong Yuping was in so much pain and humiliation that he fainted.

Huang Dayong trembled.

He felt his throat so dry and the air so oppressive that it choked him.

Looking at Gong Yuping who was usually so aloof but now had his legs broken and was scared to the point of dirtying himself, Huang Dayong's forehead perspired heavily, the sweat the size of soybeans rolling down continuously, as he was engulfed in immense fear.

It's over...

This is the end!

Young Master Gong had come because of his sister, and now that his legs are broken, Gong Daqian will certainly not spare the Yang Family.

Even his own family might be implicated.

Huang Dayong trembled as he looked up at Yang Fei, his voice hoarse as he said, "You... you've doomed the Yang Family, doomed us all!"

Yang Fei glanced at him.

Huang Dayong was startled, almost collapsing to the ground, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

A murmur rose all around, everyone felt that Yang Fei had really done it this time.

He might feel triumphant now, but what kind of society are we living in?

Being tough is useless, now it's a society that talks about money, talks about power.

The little bit of alcohol Yang Changjin had earlier was completely sobered now, his face pale as he looked at Yang Fei and Yang Hao and said, "Xiao Fei, Xiao Hao, you... you guys better run."

"Yes, run, as far as you can!"

"Exactly, run before the Gong Family's people arrive, otherwise you'll lose your lives."

The villagers of Yang Family Village started speaking up, urging them.

Qin Yanyang looked at the villagers' frightened expressions and snorted coldly in her heart.

The Gong Family's reputation was indeed frightening, showing how they must have been tyrants here, surely they were up to no good.

She knew, now that no amount of explanation would be useful, so she took out her phone and sent a message.

Yang Fei tried to explain repeatedly to his uncle and aunt, trying to calm them, but to no avail.

Huang Qiaoqiao cried anxiously, blaming herself for bringing disaster on everyone.

Yang Hao too was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he didn't know what to do.

County City, Daqian Group CEO's office.

Upon receiving the call about his son's legs being broken, Gong Daqian, who was in his sixties, lost his temper instantly, kicking over the desk in front of him, his chubby face showing a ferocious and fierce expression. "Damn it, are those bodyguards around him useless? And, who the hell dares to mess with my son, Gong Daqian's son? Does he have a death wish?"

After hanging up the call, he immediately shouted, "Assemble, to Huangyang Village."

In Huangyang County, he, Gong Daqian, was the real local tyrant. Now someone dared to challenge him, breaking his son's leg.

No matter who it was, he would make sure they couldn't leave Huangyang County.

In less than three minutes, eighty or so of Gong Daqian's men gathered.

These men usually ran the county's dance halls and underground casinos, and when there were demolition projects, they would do "ideological work" for the people being relocated.

Gong Daqian, with these people and a dozen vehicles, was ready to set off impressively.

Just as he sat in the car, the phone rang.

Gong Daqian was annoyed, but when he saw the caller ID, he was shocked, hurriedly adjusting his attitude, and answered the call saying, "Mr. Mo, hello."

Listening to the voice on the other side, Gong Daqian's face turned red with frustration, his expression defiant.

Gradually, he narrowed his eyes, his face losing much of its fury as he spoke into the phone, "Alright, since Mr. Mo has spoken, I will certainly offer you that respect, I will handle it carefully."

After hanging up the call, Gong Daqian rubbed his temples, pondering for a moment with a flash of a cold light in his eyes, then with a grand sweep of his hand said, "Let's go, first to the scene to assess the situation."

Mr. Mo's face could not be ignored, but neither could Gong Daqian's face be easily insulted by anyone.