Chapter 47: My Life Is Right Here—Take It If You Dare

“Brother, go quickly, don’t worry about me…”
Su Meng shouted at her brother.
Her brother had finally returned home after so much hardship; she didn’t want him to get into trouble because of her again.

“Don’t worry, Meng’er. I’ll be fine,”
Su Yifan smiled reassuringly at his sister.

Watching the caring exchange between the siblings, Zhou Zheng sneered, “Go? Where do you think you’re going?”
He glanced at the burly man standing nearby.
“I’ll leave it to you. Remember, I want him alive.”
“Don’t worry, Young Master Zhou. With his scrawny arms and legs, I won’t even need to step in—my boys can handle him easily.”
The burly man said confidently, then waved at the men behind him. “You four, go have some fun.”
“Yes, boss!”
The four underlings strode toward Su Yifan, mocking as they advanced:
“Kid, if you don’t want to suffer, get on your knees before Young Master Zhou.”
“That’s right, kneel now and maybe we’ll go easy on your sister later.”

Hearing them insult his sister so brazenly, the fury in Su Yifan’s heart erupted.
He raised a hand, and the four men were suddenly lifted off the ground, hanging in midair. Before they could even beg for mercy, his palm clenched.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four men were instantly crushed into a mist of blood.

The scene plunged into a stunned silence.
A moment later, the burly man snapped out of his daze, trembling as he spoke, “You… what kind of power do you have?!”
He had thought, seeing how young Su Yifan was, that at most he might be an external martial artist.
He never expected that with a single gesture, four of his men would be dead, without a chance to resist.

“You’re not worthy of knowing.”
“Die!”
With those words, Su Yifan slapped at him.

“No…”
The burly man’s pupils contracted in terror, but before he could move,
Bang!
His head exploded like a watermelon, and his body crashed to the ground.
A glance revealed that only his lower body remained standing.

“Brother… my brother just…”
Su Meng stared in shock at her brother’s methods.
What had happened to him these past years? How had he become so powerful?
Though a little afraid, she felt more moved than anything.
Her brother hadn’t changed—despite being away from home for five years, he was still the one who loved her most.

“Now it’s your turn.”
Su Yifan turned his gaze to Zhou Zheng.

Hearing his voice, Zhou Zheng snapped out of his shock. “If you make a move, I’ll kill her right now!”
He gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

He had never imagined Su Yifan would be so formidable; he had thought the other was just an ordinary martial artist, never expecting such terrifying power.
A wave of a hand, and a man was dead!
This was like cheating at life!

“I said, let my sister go and I’ll leave you a whole corpse.”
Su Yifan’s voice was icy.
Anyone who dared harm his sister would die today, even if the heavens intervened!

“You still dare to threaten me?”
“Try it! If you move, I’ll kill her. Go ahead and see if I’m bluffing.”
As Zhou Zheng spoke, his other hand reached behind his waist.

In the next second, a finely crafted golden pistol appeared in his hand.
He aimed it at Su Yifan, arrogance written all over his face. “Hahaha, with a gun in hand, the world is mine!”
“So what if you’re a martial artist?”

Seeing Zhou Zheng point a gun at her brother, Su Meng panicked and screamed,
“No, don’t! Brother, run!”
She didn’t know that when martial artists reached a certain level, ordinary firearms could no longer harm them.
Zhou Zheng didn’t realize this either.
Moreover, Su Yifan was not a martial artist—he was a cultivator.

Sure enough, facing the black muzzle, Su Yifan’s expression was calm as water. “My life is right here. If you want it, come and take it.”
He spread his arms, ready to die.

“No, don’t…”
Su Meng was terrified by her brother’s actions.
How could he do this?
She could die, but her brother couldn’t!
She struggled, but it was useless.

“Hahahaha, you really have guts. Fine, I’ll grant your wish.”
Zhou Zheng had originally wanted to torture Su Yifan before killing him,
But realizing how formidable he was, Zhou Zheng dared not hesitate and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets flew out.

Zhou Zheng laughed gleefully.
Su Yifan had humiliated him in public before and crippled his men—now he was finally getting his revenge.
He already had a plan: once he killed the siblings, he would go abroad for treatment, hoping to restore his crippled underling and reclaim his pride.
Everything seemed perfect.

But in the next instant, something unbelievable happened.
The bullets, just fired, reversed their course and shot back at him before he could dodge, striking him right between the eyes.

“No… this… this can’t be…”
As the last words left his lips, the light faded from Zhou Zheng’s eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.

“Ah!”
Su Meng screamed in terror as Zhou Zheng fell beside her.

Su Yifan walked over to his sister and, with a wave of his hand, untied the ropes binding her.

“Brother, I’m scared… wuwu…”

Su Meng threw off the ropes and rushed into her brother’s arms, clinging to him tightly.

“Don’t be afraid, Meng’er. Your brother is here.”
Su Yifan gently patted her back, comforting her.
As he spoke,
A wisp of spiritual flame flickered from his fingertip, incinerating the corpses of Zhou Zheng and the burly man to ashes.

Just then,
A phone began to ring, blaring out the tune:
“Hurry and use the nunchaku, hum hum ha hey; hurry and use the nunchaku, hum hum ha hey; those who practice martial arts must remember, ninja are invincible…”

Su Yifan pulled out his phone and answered the call.

Before he could speak, an anxious female voice came from the other end.
“Yifan, something terrible has happened!”

Recognizing Han Qingqing’s voice, Su Yifan asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s Meng’er—she’s missing! She just got a call about a delivery and went out, but it’s been nearly an hour and she hasn’t come back.”
“It’s all my fault, I should have gone with her… wuwuwu…”
Han Qingqing broke into sobs as she spoke.

She had noticed her best friend hadn’t returned from picking up a package, and when she couldn’t reach her by phone, she went to the station herself.
But when she got there, there was no sign of Su Meng, so she called Su Yifan.

Hearing that the call was about his sister, Su Yifan’s heart warmed.
It seemed his sister had indeed found a true friend.

He replied, “Meng’er is fine. She’s with me right now.”
He didn’t reveal the truth, not wanting her friend to worry.

“What? Meng’er is with you?”
Han Qingqing immediately stopped crying.
So she’d been crying for nothing this whole time?
After a moment, she grumbled,
“If you’re together, why didn’t she tell me? I was scared to death! I thought that bastard Zhou Zheng had kidnapped her.”

A few days ago, Yifan had offended Zhou Zheng, and Han Qingqing thought Zhou Zheng might retaliate by kidnapping her best friend.

She never expected that troublesome Su Meng would sneak off to find her brother behind her back!

Su Yifan was startled by Han Qingqing’s words, thinking his lie had been exposed. He glanced at his sister, then apologized, “Sorry for making you worry. Meng’er’s phone just ran out of battery.”

“Oh, I see.”
Han Qingqing was very trusting and suspected nothing.

Su Yifan continued, “By the way, could you help Meng’er request two days off from school? She’ll return after a couple of days.”
He wanted his sister to stay home for a while, just in case.

“Yifan, what did you just call me?”
Han Qingqing’s tone became serious.
She had a name—how dare Yifan not use it!

Su Yifan paused, then said, “Well… Qingqing, thank you.”
Hearing her name, Han Qingqing was overjoyed.
After a brief silence, she replied earnestly, “Fine, since you’re being so sincere, I’ll help you this time.”

After hanging up,
Su Yifan found a number in his notes and dialed it.