Chapter 45: Relax, Feeling Dizzy Is Completely Normal

"Then catch it well," Su Yifan said, preparing to throw the cloth pouch.

"Young Master Su, don’t give it to him!"

At that moment, Crow shouted. He and Su Yifan were nothing more than mere acquaintances, having only met twice; he hardly felt worth Su Yifan spending over a dozen spirit stones on saving his life. Now, he was filled with guilt—not only had he failed to help, but Su Yifan was forced to pay dearly for him.

"Damn it, that’s what you get for running your mouth!"

Slap!

Seeing Crow speak up at such a moment, the gray-robed man didn’t hesitate to give him a harsh slap across the face. Crow was left dizzy and disoriented from the blow.

"Serves you right for butting in," Su Yifan remarked, a little speechless, and then tossed the pouch from his hand.

The gray-robed man reached out to catch it, wasted no time, and immediately opened it to check inside. The black-robed middle-aged man leaned over to take a look as well.

In the next second, both brothers were utterly stunned.

"Damn it, you dare to mess with me!" the gray-robed man roared in fury after seeing what was inside.

The black-robed man’s face darkened in anger too; just as he was about to explode, a sense of imminent danger washed over him.

"Not good!" he cried, sensing the threat.

But before they could react, both men felt a burning sensation across their faces and were sent flying, crashing hard against the wall.

"Young Master Su, how… how can I ever repay you?" Crow’s eyes glistened with tears as he looked at the towering man beside him. He remembered the words he’d once told his little brothers—Su Yifan truly was their light, their hope, and their future.

For the first time, he understood what it meant to feel safe.

This man was simply too impressive!

Who said only women could have a successful man behind them? Men could have one as well!

"Cut out the dramatics," Su Yifan said, shooting Crow a sidelong glance. With a simple swipe of his fingers, the ropes binding Crow snapped apart.

At that moment, the two black-robed brothers struggled to their feet.

"Damn you, attacking us from behind! I’ll kill you!" The gray-robed man prepared to strike.

"Stand down, Second Brother!" The black-robed man held him back. "You’re no match for him. Let me handle this."

To have succeeded in a sneak attack and injured them—he knew this man’s strength was extraordinary, at least equal to his own as a master.

The gray-robed man stared incredulously at his elder brother. How could this be? He himself was at the pinnacle of martial artist rank—how could he not be a match?

Could this brat really be…?

No, impossible. He’s too young!

Though he found it hard to believe, his brother’s words left no doubt.

Seeing his brother back down—

The black-robed man stepped forward, his gaze icy and sharp. "Kid, I wouldn’t have guessed—you’re a master as well."

His words stunned both the gray-robed man and Crow.

Su Yifan shook his head. "You’re mistaken. I’m no master."

"Don’t bother lying. I’m never wrong about these things," the black-robed man said confidently.

Su Yifan looked at him as if he were a fool.

"What’s wrong? Did I hit the mark? Hahaha…" The black-robed man laughed triumphantly, as if he had uncovered some great secret.

"Idiot," Su Yifan muttered, unwilling to waste words. He simply raised his hand and struck.

Bang!

Just like that, the black-robed man was reduced to a mist of blood mid-laugh.

Both Crow and the gray-robed man were left speechless in shock.

What sort of power was this? To dispatch a master with a single slap!

It was simply unfathomable.

Crow was now certain he’d made the right choice a few days ago. Following a true boss meant living a life of abundance and safety.

Several stunned seconds passed before the gray-robed man regained his senses. Staring at the bloodstains of his brother, he trembled, "B-Brother…"

"Enough. If you miss him so much, I’ll send you after him. After all, I’m always happy to help others," Su Yifan said coldly.

On hearing this, the gray-robed man turned his gaze to Su Yifan, then fell to his knees with a thud, scrambling forward on his knees until he reached Su Yifan.

"Don’t… please, don’t kill me, I beg you!"

Su Yifan looked down at him and sneered, "Don’t kill you? Weren’t you laughing so smugly just now? Giggling away. Give me another one."

The gray-robed man shook his head violently. "No, I won’t giggle anymore, never again."

"But I really want to hear it," Su Yifan replied.

At this, the gray-robed man slowly lifted his head, forced a ghastly smile, and made a grotesque giggle, "Heh heh heh…"

He had barely managed two laughs—

Bang!

"Ah!!!"

With a single kick, Su Yifan shattered the gray-robed man’s core. "You really did it just because I asked?"

Crow dared not even breathe on the side.

Wait, wasn’t it you, Young Master Su, who told him to giggle?

He dared not say such things aloud, though.

Just then,

"What are you waiting for?" Su Yifan suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Crow was still in a daze, unsure how to respond.

Su Yifan turned and said, "Did you forget how he hit you just now? Here’s your task: if you don’t beat him to death in one minute, I’ll beat you to death myself."

With that, he strode out the door.

Upon hearing that Su Yifan would kill him if he failed, Crow’s fleeting sympathy vanished, replaced by anger. He strode toward the gray-robed man.

"No, don’t, stay away!" the gray-robed man pleaded in terror, scrambling backward.

"Didn’t you enjoy slapping me just now? Now it’s my turn to enjoy myself," Crow sneered. "Don’t worry, it’ll be quick…"

In a flash, Crow was upon him, seizing the man by the collar and hauling him up.

"Relax, dizziness is perfectly normal," Crow said with an evil grin.

"No, don’t—"

The gray-robed man’s face was ashen. With his core destroyed, he posed no threat, hanging limply like a dead dog in Crow’s grasp.

For the next minute, the warehouse echoed with the sound of slaps and pitiful screams.

Soon, the minute was up.

Peace returned to the warehouse.

Crow and two of his underlings emerged from inside.

"Reporting to Young Master Su, he’s dead," Crow announced, holding out a cloth pouch. "Young Master Su, I found this on him."

Su Yifan took the pouch, opened it, and found five spirit stones inside.

"Not bad. Though it’s not much, it’s still something."

A little meat is better than none, Su Yifan thought as he placed the stones into his storage ring.

"For all you’ve endured on my behalf, take this," he said, tossing over a small jade bottle.

Crow caught it quickly. "Young Master Su, what is this?"

"Don’t ask what you don’t need to know. There are five pills inside. You have five martial artists in your group—one for each."

Su Yifan said calmly, "From now on, follow Lin Ming well. You’ll have no shortage of benefits."

"Yes, yes, we’ll definitely follow Boss Lin!" Crow and his two followers nodded eagerly, like pecking chicks.

Suddenly, Su Yifan’s phone rang in his pocket.

He took it out and saw it was his sister calling. Without hesitation, he answered.

But before he could speak, his sister Su Meng’s voice came through the line:

"Brother, don’t worry about me. They have guns—don’t come, whatever you do…"

Smack!

"You damned girl, who told you to talk!"

The sound of a slap came from the other end, followed by a man’s voice.

The moment Su Yifan heard it, it sounded oddly familiar. In a flash, he remembered whose voice it was.

"It’s you. What have you done to my sister?!"

His tone was ice-cold, chilling to the bone.

Nearby, Crow and the other two felt their hair stand on end at these words.

Whoever this was, they were doomed. To lay a hand on Young Master Su’s sister—did they have a death wish?