Chapter 4: Today, None of You Shall Leave

Meanwhile, in the front courtyard of the Su residence.

"Stop struggling."

"Big brother will take good care of you..." The burly, yellow-haired man licked his lips and reached for Su Meng. "Let's start with you, little darling, I—ah!"

Before he could finish, a terrible scream burst from him. The man was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily to the ground.

At that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Hong and Su Meng—it was none other than Su Yifan.

The group of thugs around them stared in bewilderment at Su Yifan, who had appeared out of nowhere.

Su Zhenguo, seeing who had come, looked lost and uncertain.

"You..." Zhang Hong gazed at the young man who'd appeared before her, and for some reason, a wave of inexplicable familiarity welled up inside her.

Su Yifan glanced at his dazed sister. He reached out to check on her, but then noticed a fresh handprint on her face.

"Who did this?"

In an instant, a raging fury erupted within Su Yifan, swelling to its peak in a heartbeat.

Five years ago, he had left the Su family to protect his sister.

Now, on his return, he found her bullied once again.

As a brother obsessed with protecting his sister, how could he possibly allow this? He turned his gaze to the yellow-haired brute and his accomplices, his eyes so sharp they seemed to pierce flesh.

"Was it you who struck her?"

Su Yifan's gaze was icy, his tone frigid.

By now, the yellow-haired brute had been helped up by his men. Shaking his head to clear it, he quickly fixed his eyes on Su Yifan.

"You brat, you dare hit me?"

"Answer me. Was it you who hit her?"

Su Yifan retorted coldly.

"That's right, it was me. So what?" the brute sneered.

Just a brat who doesn't know his place—what could he possibly do?

But as the thought crossed his mind, Su Yifan reached out, and with a gesture, the brute was lifted into the air as if by some invisible force.

"Urgh... Let me go... let me go..." The brute felt as though an iron grip had closed around his throat. He struggled with all his might, but it was useless.

Who was this man? How could he be so powerful?

"Who gave you permission to lay a hand on my family?"

Su Yifan’s gaze alone was nearly lethal.

A sickening crack sounded.

"Aaaah! My hand... my hand!" The brute’s arm snapped with a gruesome sound, his screams echoing like a pig being slaughtered, sweat pouring off his forehead.

Before he could recover—

Another sharp crack.

The bone in his other arm shattered.

"AAAAAAHHHH!"

His inhuman screams rang throughout the Su residence.

"Boss!" his men shrieked in terror.

They wanted to intervene, but seeing that their leader was helpless, they knew stepping forward meant certain death.

Su Zhenguo could only stare, dumbstruck.

Who was this young man? And what did he mean by "my family"?

A sudden thought struck him. He looked closely at Su Yifan’s face and realized the young man bore a striking resemblance to his son, missing these past five years.

Could it be...

At that moment, the yellow-haired brute finally understood he’d provoked someone he should never have crossed. Enduring the pain, he pleaded desperately, "Brother, let me go. We... we’ll leave right now."

"Let you go? Hmph."

Su Yifan’s hand clenched.

With a thunderous bang, the man suspended in the air exploded into a cloud of blood.

Silence.

A deathly stillness fell.

Three whole seconds passed before the thugs came to their senses.

"Don't—you don't move, or I'll kill him!" One of the two men holding Su Zhenguo hostage shouted in panic.

Too terrifying. Their boss hadn’t stood a chance—if this man targeted them, they’d be doomed.

"You can try," Su Yifan replied, turning his gaze on them.

Under that look, the two were seized by terror, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

They swallowed hard, fear choking them.

One finally stammered, "Don't push me! Let us go, and we’ll let him go. How about it?"

At this point, he had no choice but to try his luck. If they had to die, they’d take someone with them.

"Let you go?"

Su Yifan’s eyes were cold as ice. "If you dare harm my family, none of you will leave here alive."

"You forced me!" the thug screamed, and with his machete, swung it down at Su Zhenguo’s neck.

"Zhenguo! No!" Zhang Hong screamed, terrified out of her wits.

At the very instant the blade was about to fall, the thug found, to his horror, that his arm wouldn’t move.

"What are you doing? Kill him!" his accomplice urged.

"I... I don't know... My arm won't move," he gritted his teeth, trying to bring the blade down, but it was futile.

"It’s him—it’s his doing!" the companion shrieked.

At that moment—

"Die," Su Yifan intoned.

With two thunderous blasts, the two men instantly became nothing but clouds of blood.

"Ahhhh!"

"A demon! He’s a demon!"

The remaining thugs stared in shock for several seconds, then dropped their weapons and fled in panic.

Su Yifan reached out, and the group froze as if rooted to the spot by some spell.

"Please, don’t kill us—we were just following orders!"

"Yes, yes! It was Boss Long—it was all Boss Long’s idea!"

Terrified, the thugs broke down, blurting out the name of the mastermind.

"Boss Long?" Su Yifan murmured. In a heartbeat, he appeared before the group.

Before the thug could speak, Su Yifan pressed a finger to his forehead.

"Soul Search," Su Yifan commanded, a flash of white light bursting from his fingertip.

"No, no—!" the thug howled, eyes rolling back, foam bubbling from his lips—then he moved no more.

"The Azure Gang!" Su Yifan spat, then flickered back to Zhang Hong and Su Meng.

Meanwhile—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, the dozen or so thugs exploded into bloody mist, drifting away on the wind—a truly terrifying sight.

Su Zhenguo and Zhang Hong gazed at the carnage, speechless with shock.

They... they were just gone, like that?

Could any human do such a thing?

Approaching, Su Yifan checked on his unconscious sister. Feeling her pulse, he realized she’d only fainted from weakness.

Relieved, he quietly sent a thread of spiritual energy into her body.

Instantly, the pallor faded from her face, her strength visibly returning.

"Take care of my sister while I’m gone," he told his parents. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and strode out.

Parents?

Only after Su Yifan had left the Su residence did Su Zhenguo and Zhang Hong finally react.

"Zhenguo, did you hear him? He... he called us Mom and Dad—could it be... could it really be...?"

"Yes, it’s him. He’s our son." Hugging his wife and daughter tightly, Su Zhenguo spoke with emotion. He’d thought so before, but after hearing "Mom and Dad," he was certain.

Their son.

The son who vanished five years ago... had truly returned.

"He... He really is my son. Thank goodness." Zhang Hong choked out, tears streaming down her face. "My son... he’s come home..."