Chapter 83: He Should Be Grateful He's Not Dead Yet

Soul-searching Technique!

Su Yifan immediately performed a soul-search on him.

Meichuan Jiro let out a miserable scream, then began foaming at the mouth and rolled his eyes back.

In just a few moments—

With a dull thud, Su Yifan casually tossed Meichuan Jiro to the ground.

By the time Hong Jinlong and the others arrived, they saw Meichuan Jiro convulse a few times before falling utterly still.

"Young Master Su, what happened to him?" Hong Jinlong asked.

He hadn’t even seen Young Master Su use any torture. How did Meichuan Jiro end up dead?

Zheng Yuan and the others were equally puzzled.

"He was probably frightened to death by my regal aura. He really couldn't handle a scare," Su Yifan replied, withholding the truth.

After all, the Soul-searching Technique was considered a forbidden art. He didn’t want to arouse unnecessary suspicion, so he kept it to himself. Besides, even if he explained, Hong Jinlong and the others might not understand.

Hearing this explanation, Hong Jinlong and his men exchanged glances in silence. Although they didn’t believe Young Master Su, none dared press the matter.

"There were only these three this time," Su Yifan said.

This was the result of his soul-search. In Meichuan Jiro’s memory, this was a mission assigned by a high-ranking official from Sakura Country—to come to Xia Country and assassinate martial artists, especially talented young ones. As for their ultimate goal, the memory offered no answer.

"Then we can rest easy," Hong Jinlong said. He didn’t know how Young Master Su had obtained this information, but he chose to trust him—not just because Su Yifan had saved them, but out of instinct.

"By the way, why are there only a few of you here? Where’s the Dragon Team?" Su Yifan asked.

"You mean Captain Xie, right, Young Master Su? She returned to Longdu after receiving the medicine you gave her," Zheng Yuan replied. "Of course, the Dragon Team sent others, but they haven’t arrived yet."

No sooner had he finished speaking than three figures appeared at the scene.

Two men and one woman. One of the men, Su Yifan recognized—it was Deng Gang, who had previously accompanied Xie Wei. The other man was around fifty, square-faced, with thick eyebrows and a sturdy, muscular build similar to Deng Gang. The woman was about thirty, dressed in combat gear, her figure curvaceous if not outright attractive.

The trio surveyed the scene, then walked toward Su Yifan.

"You’ve arrived," Hong Jinlong said, stepping forward and extending a hand in greeting.

But the middle-aged man in the lead ignored him completely.

Snubbed so blatantly, Hong Jinlong was both angry and embarrassed but could only swallow his frustration.

The middle-aged man noticed the body on the ground and knelt to check. Finding no breath, he looked up at Hong Jinlong, demanding, "What happened here?"

Snapped from his anger, Hong Jinlong explained in detail: the battle, and how Su Yifan had arrived to save them.

After hearing him out, the middle-aged man stood and looked at Su Yifan. "Why did you kill him?"

Su Yifan had been watching events unfold, but when the man suddenly questioned him so rudely—

With a slap, Su Yifan sent the man flying before he knew what had happened.

"Young Master Su—" Deng Gang started, but, catching Su Yifan’s gaze, he swallowed his words. This guy had picked the wrong person to provoke—even General Tang of Dragon Scale couldn’t win a favor from Young Master Su. Wasn’t this courting death?

"You there, why did you hit him?" the Dragon Team woman challenged.

"And who are you?" Su Yifan’s deep gaze swept over her.

Just that simple look made the woman feel as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, with Su Yifan as the terrifying, unknown demon lurking in its depths. Fear washed over her, sweat beading on her brow as she instinctively took a step back.

After a moment, she managed to say, "I—I’m Lin Mei of the Dragon Team. The man you struck is my captain, Yang Juncheng."

"So he’s with the Dragon Team? I thought he was some stray dog," Su Yifan said coldly.

At that moment—

"You dare hit me?!" Yang Juncheng climbed to his feet and charged at Su Yifan.

"Captain Yang, don’t—" Deng Gang cried, rushing to intercept him, but Yang Juncheng shoved him aside.

"Nobody stop me! I want to see who dares strike me!"

Yang Juncheng closed in, reaching to grab Su Yifan by the throat.

But in the next instant—

With a sharp crack, Yang Juncheng’s anguished scream rang out.

His hand was grotesquely twisted, and he collapsed, writhing in pain.

Seeing this, Deng Gang, Hong Jinlong, and the others all held their breath. To them, Yang Juncheng’s fate wasn’t surprising—in fact, they were only shocked he was still alive. Clearly, Young Master Su had shown mercy.

"Why did you hurt him like this?" Lin Mei demanded, glancing at her captain before looking back at Su Yifan. She was bewildered—who was this young man? Even Captain Yang, a mid-stage grandmaster, was no match for him!

"He should be grateful he’s still alive," Su Yifan replied indifferently.

He treated others as they treated him. If shown respect, he would not retaliate. But if shown hostility, survival was the best one could hope for.

Lin Mei wanted to protest, but Deng Gang quietly pulled her back.

With the situation resolved, Su Yifan had no desire to linger. He turned and walked away.

"Safe travels, Young Master Su," Hong Jinlong, Zheng Yuan, and the others called after him in unison, paying their respects. In their hearts, Su Yifan had already become a godlike figure—worthy only of reverence, never defiance.

When Su Yifan had gone, Deng Gang and Lin Mei hurried to help Yang Juncheng up.

"Take him to the hospital quickly—maybe they can save his hand," Hong Jinlong advised. He kept a calm face, but inside was jubilant. Serves you right for acting arrogant with me!

"Sorry to trouble you," Deng Gang said, then he and Lin Mei half-carried Yang Juncheng away.

After they’d gone, Hong Jinlong leapt for joy. "Fantastic! That was amazing!"

Zheng Yuan, Guo Fei, and the other core members of the alliance watched him, speechless. Grown as he was, he still acted like a child—though these words they only dared think silently.

Oblivious, Hong Jinlong declared, "You all remember this—never cross Young Master Su, no matter what. Even if he takes your wife, you’ll just have to accept it! If anyone makes him think ill of our alliance, I’ll deal with you myself. Understood?"