Urban Martial Saint

Indeed, these eight or nine men wouldn't be able to stop Ye Qing for long. In the military, Ye Qing was trained to neutralize enemies as quickly as possible.

Moreover, these eight or nine men were already so frightened by Ye Qing that their limbs had gone weak. Even if they charged at him, they didn't dare to truly confront Ye Qing; they only sought opportunities from behind. During their hesitation, the men at the front had already been knocked down by Ye Qing, and then it was their turn to face him directly.

In less than three minutes, all eight or nine men were laid out on the ground by Ye Qing. In fact, if they had spread out and surrounded Ye Qing, fighting him desperately, they could have troubled Ye Qing for a while. However, these men were truly terrified; no one dared to risk their lives, which only made it easier for Ye Qing to deal with them.

Meanwhile, Brother Jiu hadn't even climbed over the courtyard wall yet. To prevent people from escaping, the courtyard wall was built very high and there wasn't even a ladder; Brother Jiu simply couldn't climb it.

Ye Qing walked to the edge of the courtyard wall and quietly watched Brother Jiu hopping around trying to climb over. After a few attempts, knowing he couldn't escape, Brother Jiu turned and looked at Ye Qing awkwardly, forcing a smile, "Mr. Ye, have you eaten yet...?"

"Not climbing anymore?" Ye Qing asked indifferently.

Brother Jiu looked at the three-meter-high wall and said helplessly, "Can't... can't get over..."

"Then come here and let's talk," Ye Qing turned around, and Brother Jiu, knowing he couldn't run away, reluctantly followed Ye Qing.

Old Han was lying at the entrance of the bungalow. Seeing that Brother Jiu had followed, he spit out and cursed, "Fuck, I told you to fight him earlier, and it's not certain you would lose. We all work for Boss Lin, you bastard, and you thought about running away, just try running now!"

Brother Jiu glared at Old Han and cursed, "Shut your fucking mouth. You knew it was Mr. Ye coming, yet you didn't tell me, just let me bring people over. I got screwed over by you and didn't say a thing, what right do you have to curse me!"

Old Han: "I'm fucking too lazy to talk to you. Just wait, I'll definitely tell Eldest Brother about tonight's matter!"

Brother Jiu, not to be outdone, immediately said, "What if you tell him? As if I'm afraid of you…"

"Enough!" Ye Qing, standing to the side, suddenly shouted, and both men immediately shut up, cautiously turning their heads to look at Ye Qing.

"I have a few questions now," Ye Qing said coldly, eyeing the two, "The two of you, can answer them quickly. The slower respondent will be punished."

"What kind of punishment?" Brother Jiu asked tremblingly.

Ye Qing glanced at him and said coldly, "Cut off your limbs!"

Brother Jiu shuddered, and Old Han trembled even more. The two exchanged glances, their eyes full of hostility. At this point, they had become rivals.

"First question…" As soon as Ye Qing began, Brother Jiu and Old Han immediately focused on him, staring fixedly, waiting for his next words.

"In Shenchuan City, how many such hiding spots does Boss Lin have?" Ye Qing asked in a deep voice.

"Five!" Brother Jiu answered first. Old Han had just opened his mouth, but it was too late to respond, his face ashen as he looked at Ye Qing. He had lost this round of quick responses.

Ye Qing glanced at Old Han and grabbed a machete nearby. Old Han trembled all over, pleading in a trembling voice, "Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, no... don't, you... if you want to know something, I can tell you everything, I...

Ah..."

Ye Qing completely ignored his pleas and chopped off his right hand with the knife.

"That's our rule!" Ye Qing threw Old Han's right hand far away, looking at the two men, "Second question, where are these hiding spots located?"

This time neither responded, staring at each other, clearly at a loss for what to say. Brother Jiu, more cunning, hesitated for a moment and then said, "Mr. Ye, for these hiding spots, small fries like us simply don't have the privilege of knowing. However, the people close to Eldest Brother know, like Scar Lee, Leopard, Zhou Lin, they all know."

Ye Qing nodded, looking toward Old Han, whose expression changed as he hurriedly said, "This... for this question, his answer is also equivalent to not answering. I genuinely don't know…"

"Not knowing, then tell me who knows. Not answering still merits punishment!" Ye Qing lifted up Old Han's foot, and no matter how Old Han screamed and begged for mercy while struggling, he still mercilessly chopped it off.

"Madman! You're a madman!" Old Han rolled on the ground in pain, yelling, "You... you're inhuman, I still have a family to feed, you... you're crippling me, how will my family survive? You madman!"

Ye Qing pointed to the sacks in the distance and said coldly, "These people, don't they have families? The people you harmed, don't they have families? You've crippled so many people, you should have expected a day like this would come!"

Old Han roared, "Fuck your mother, I never provoked you, what do these people have to do with you. You... you're not their family, don't act like some savior, this... this isn't your fucking business... why the hell are you meddling!"

Ye Qing looked at him, his voice cold, "Third question!"

Old Han bellowed, "I'm fucking done answering, don't you try to deceive me again, I'm already ruined. Even if I die, you won't get any information from me!"

Ye Qing ignored him and asked coldly, "What's with those corpses in the yard?"

"That... those are the recently deceased, we... no, it was them..." Brother Jiu pointed to Old Han and the others, "People die here frequently, and the bodies are processed together. So, every once in a while, they need to dispose of them. Originally tonight, in the middle of the night, they had planned to dispose of these bodies, so they moved these sacks out, but then... then Mr.

Ye, you arrived..."

Ye Qing nodded and gripped Old Han's other foot, pulling him over.

"Help! Help!" Old Han screamed loudly, but who would come to save him at this moment?

With one chop, Old Han's other foot was also hacked off by Ye Qing. Now, Old Han was left with only one left hand. If he lost that too, he would be completely crippled.

Old Han, severely injured, finally lost his sharpness and anger, lying weakly on the ground, "You... please spare me, I... I won't dare again... Please, I beg you, give me... give me a way to live..."

Ye Qing completely ignored him and said, "One last question..."

Brother Jiu glanced at Old Han, a cold smirk flashing across his mouth. Given Old Han's current condition, he couldn't compete to answer, so he felt no pressure at all.

Ye Qing asked, "Those children, why did they die from overdosing on the drugs?" ChapterprovidedviaM|V|L@EMPYR.

Brother Jiu hesitated for a moment; he dared not answer that question truthfully. But before he could think of a way to fool Ye Qing, Old Han suddenly spoke up.

"They overdosed on drugs during the drug processing..."

Brother Jiu had thought Old Han could no longer speak, but unexpectedly Old Han ended up answering a question. Stunned, he looked at Old Han, then at Ye Qing who was also looking at him.

"Mr. Ye, Boss Ye, I answered the previous three questions, this one... this one I really don't know, please... please give me a chance..." said Brother Jiu, his voice trembling, not wanting to end up crippled.

"Rules are rules!" Ye Qing grabbed Brother Jiu's right leg, raised the knife, and chopped it off.

"Ah!" Brother Jiu let out a piercing scream, rolling on the ground, his body convulsing from the intense pain.

Old Han trembled, "He... he knows about this, he manages the processing workshop, it's in the basement on his side..."

"Surname Han, I fucking have no grudges against you, why... why must you screw me over!" Brother Jiu roared furiously.

Old Han: "I... I'm already ruined, you fucking... won't have an easy time either..."

"I'll fucking kill your ancestors!" Brother Jiu roared, lunging forward, extending both hands to choke Old Han. Old Han, now powerless, was being choked until his eyes rolled back.

Ye Qing walked over and kicked Brother Jiu in the face. Brother Jiu screamed in agony, rolling and covering his face, with blood flowing between his fingers.

Ye Qing picked up the machete from the ground and chopped off one foot of each of the twenty-odd people in the yard, ensuring they couldn't escape. Then he threw away the machete and turned to walk into the bungalow behind him.

The room was filthy and messy, pervaded with a foul, rotting smell, indicating that quite a number of people had died here. In the corner, there were machetes and axes, some of which still had blood on them.

There were four bedrooms in total, but, opening each one, he found neither the disabled nor children. It seemed these bedrooms were where Boss Lin's men rested, and that the disabled and children were not kept here.

Ye Qing, having raided several of Boss Lin's hideouts, was very familiar with their methods. He circled the room, tapping the floor gently with his foot, and finally found the entrance to the basement in a corner of one of the bedrooms.

Opening the entrance, a putrid smell hit him instantly. Below was pitch dark, utterly obscuring what lay within. Ye Qing shone his flashlight down, revealing a basement of about one hundred square meters, crammed full with people, nearly sixty or seventy disabled individuals.

Boss Lin had sent all the beggars in the city to these storage points, so this time Ye Qing found more people than all his previous searches combined.

Thinking that his brother, Ye Jun, might be among these people, Ye Qing's heart raced. He walked into the basement with his flashlight, turned on the light in the corner, and the basement brightened significantly.

The sudden light stirred the disabled; they all looked up towards Ye Qing, their faces filled with panic, as if danger had befallen them.

Ye Qing slowly walked among these disabled, carefully observing each of the young individuals around twenty years old, hoping to find his brother, Ye Jun, among them. Whomever his gaze stopped on would tremble, their face ashen, as if facing a calamity.