Urban Martial Saint

Ye Qing was not a novice too naive to fear tigers, even though he didn't know who Boss Lin was. But under today's circumstances, even if he knew who Boss Lin was, he would have intervened without hesitation!

When he was in the army, Ye Qing, in order to kill the very wicked criminals, could even defy orders. If the military leaders couldn't suppress him, how could Boss Lin, no matter how capable he was, restrain Ye Qing?

After leaving that courtyard, Ye Qing bought some vegetables and rice, along with pots and pans, and returned to the abandoned factory area. He didn't have much money with him and needed to be frugal; cooking for himself was undoubtedly the most economical option.

It took Ye Qing over an hour to set up a clay stove using dry twigs and branches he picked up from nearby to cook dinner.

Ye Qing lost his mother at a young age and had learned to be self-reliant. He had started learning to cook when he was very young. Especially when he was learning martial arts from Third Master Li, Third Master taught him quite a few unique and quirky recipes. Thus, Ye Qing's cooking skills were quite decent. Although the food was plain, the taste was good, and its aroma wafted from afar.

After eating, Ye Qing sat at the entrance of the factory, looking up at the vast expanse of stars, but his mind was crowded with the images of those disabled beggars. Those disabled beggars all transformed into his brother Ye Jun, that stubborn yet frail kid!

Ye Qing didn't know what his brother was going through, or maybe his treatment was even worse than these kids. What kind of life would one have with limbs severed? Was he now hungry?

Ye Qing felt an ache in his heart. Thinking of how those people treated the disabled, his fists clenched tight once again.

"Xiao Jun, I will definitely find you!" Ye Qing gazed at the sky and said firmly, "No matter who caused you harm, I will return it to them a hundred, a thousandfold!"

Silence enveloped the factory area, with only Ye Qing's voice echoing around.

Ye Qing turned around to go back to studying the Acupoint Seeking Technique. Suddenly, he faintly heard the sound of a car in the distance.

Ye Qing was surprised. No one came to this factory area during the day, so why at night?

Ye Qing was not a curious man, but he understood one thing: there is always a demon for every unexplained event. It was late at night, and someone was coming to such a remote place, which definitely indicated trouble.

Ye Qing extinguished the light and quietly left the factory area. Indeed, there were lights from a car outside, and a vehicle entered another part of the factory area.

Utilizing the cover of night, Ye Qing moved closer. The car had stopped, and several mining lamps were turned on inside the factory area, making the inside quite visible.

There were about five or six people inside, all looking fierce and certainly not like good people.

A few men lifted a large sack out of the car. The sack was big and soft, leaving one to wonder what was inside.

"Eldest Brother, is it suitable to put it here?" one of them asked in a low voice. "The cops have been cracking down recently and they've searched this place several times."

"Hmph, haven't you heard? The most dangerous place is often the safest," Flathead said solemnly. "At first, I hid the person right in the hotel opposite the City Police Station. The cops were only searching in remote areas and never imagined that the person was hidden right under their noses.

They've been searching the secluded suburbs over and over without luck, so they wouldn't think we'd move the person back to a place they'd checked multiple times. These cops are so single-minded, relying on what they call Criminal Investigation Science and operating solely on experience and traditional thinking, smugly believing that they can control the thoughts of others.

Hmph, they are not match for me yet!"

"Eldest Brother's stratagems are unsurpassed; those cops can't even begin to guess Eldest Brother's thoughts," one of the underlings laughed.

Flathead seemed quite pleased with himself and chuckled, "I've done this eight times now, and the cops don't even know what I look like. Catch me? The cop who can catch me hasn't been born yet!"

One of them said excitedly, "Eldest Brother, if we get the money smoothly this time, we can retire from this life!"

Flathead spat and said, "What's this amount of money anyway? I'm telling you guys, stick with me and do as I say, and in five years, we'll all emigrate. The money we'll have will be enough for you to live comfortably abroad for generations!"

Everyone was overjoyed and nodded in agreement.

"Enough talk. Leave the person here and keep a close watch. Don't go running around during this time. As long as you keep the person secure, you don't have to worry about anything else!" Flathead waved his hand and left with two of his men.

The remaining three carried the sack inside the factory area. Flathead's speech had excited them so much that they couldn't help discussing how they would spend the money they would earn.

A sleazy-looking man said, "I say, get married to a couple of women right away. Damn, women these days are so realistic. Once I have money, they'll be kneeling in front of me!"

"You only aspire to lie on a woman's belly for your whole life; how can you accomplish any great things?" another retorted.

"That's not the point. It's normal for a man to have those needs," the third man, with a scar on his face, turned his head to look at the sack and said, "By the way, I heard this girl is pretty. Did any of you see her?"

The sleazy man replied, "See what? Eldest Brother has kept her confined since he brought her back, so how could we have seen her?"

"Should we take a look?" Scarface asked with hope in his eyes.

The three exchanged a glance and, as if by mutual agreement, went over and opened the sack.

What was inside the sack was astonishingly a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with skin as white as snow, her fine hair disheveled and draped messily over her delicate shoulders. Her high nose bridge and slightly upturned cherry lips gave her an air of sassy defiance. Even though her eyes were covered by a black cloth, her beauty was undeniable.

The men couldn't help but swallow their saliva. The Sleazy Man couldn't resist sighing, "Fucking hell, how could that Old Bastard have such a beautiful daughter?"

Another said, "You just don't get it, do you? These rich folks, they marry beautiful wives, so naturally, their children won't be ugly either."

Scarface gazed at the girl, his eyes filled with eagerness, and said in a deep voice, "She's a top-notch beauty, fuck it, I would willingly be poor my whole life if I could spend one night with her!"

The Sleazy Man agreed, "Exactly, fucking hell, isn't that what I'm busting my ass for, to find a few beauties? But no matter how much money I make, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a beauty like this!"

The third man didn't speak, just looking at the other two with equally eager eyes.

Scarface and the Sleazy Man shared the same look, and at last, Scarface could no longer restrain himself, "As long as she's alive, she can be traded for money. The boss said to watch over her, he didn't say we had to return her in one piece!"

"What are we waiting for then, let's do this together!" The Sleazy Man said, and reached out to grab the girl's clothes. With one fierce pull, he tore her top off.

The girl was dressed in very light clothing. With the top being torn off, her small camisole was revealed. The camisole was quite short, exposing the girl's slender waist, looking all too alluring.

Agitated this way, the girl finally came to her senses. Feeling something amiss, she hurriedly cried out, "You... what are you doing?"

"What are we doing? Of course, we're making you happy!" The Sleazy Man sneered, his hand reaching for the girl's camisole.

The girl screamed in shock, struggling as she stepped back. Scarface approached and landed a punch on the back of the girl's head, causing her to faint on the spot.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" The Sleazy Man exclaimed urgently.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Scarface glared at him and said, "How are we supposed to do anything with her awake? If she suddenly opens her eyes and sees us, wouldn't we be screwed?"

"But isn't she blinded?" The Sleazy Man said.

"Better safe than sorry!" Scarface said sternly, "Hurry up, if you're not going to do it, I'll go first!"

The Sleazy Man, unwilling to be outdone, immediately grabbed the girl's long skirt and tore at it savagely, and her skirt was ripped apart in an instant, revealing her fair legs.

This sight further inflamed the men's bestial desires. The Sleazy Man, in a flurry, stripped off his clothes, ready to pounce on the girl, but suddenly felt a tightening around his neck. A strong hand had seized his neck and flung him five or six meters away.

Only then did Scarface and the other man notice that there was an additional man in military uniform at the scene. Their expressions changed, but Scarface was fierce and pulled out a dagger to charge at the newcomer.

The person who had arrived was Ye Qing. As he watched Scarface make his move, Ye Qing's right hand struck out like lightning, seizing his wrist and twisting hard. Scarface's wrist was dislocated, and the dagger clattered to the ground. The canonical source for this content: M|V|L2EMPYR.

Before the other man could react, Ye Qing had already thrown Scarface onto him, both men falling to the ground.

To Ye Qing, these three were not a threat at all. With a single punch for each, all three men fainted. Ye Qing then tore off their clothes, made strips, and tied the three men securely to nearby equipment, stuffed their mouths, and then turned to the girl.

Although the girl was unconscious, her expression was still one of panic, drenched in a cold sweat.

Ye Qing took off his jacket to cover her and picked her up, carrying her to the factory area where he lived.

After laying the girl down on a ground cover, Ye Qing felt the back of her head; she had fainted due to a heavy blow from Scarface but had not suffered any serious injury.

Ye Qing pressed on a few spots on the back of her head. According to the "Acupoint Seeking Technique," almost all ailments are related to the circulation of blood. Fainting is caused by the obstruction of blood vessels. If you massage the right acupoints, you can resolve the issue.

Indeed, after a short while, the girl began to come around. Feeling a rough hand massaging the back of her head, she immediately screamed and jumped up. Due to her weakness, she didn't get far and collapsed back to the ground with a heavy fall.

"You… don't touch me, or I'll bite my tongue and kill myself!" the girl threatened loudly, but her voice was shaking, clearly lacking conviction.

"Your blood circulation is not yet smooth, but it's nothing serious. If you don't want my help, just rest for a while and you'll be okay," Ye Qing turned and sat down at a distance, "However, you'd better not move around now, and try not to get agitated. Getting worked up will cause your blood to surge and can block the blood vessels even more, leading to headaches."