Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Chapter 116: Chapter 115: Chrysanthemum Knife!

The Mitsubishi knife was shimmering brightly, and the sunlight streaming through the window gleamed on the tri-sided blade, reflecting into the eyes of those young gang members.

This sharp, dazzling light immediately made them all shiver.

The key wasn't the blade itself but the three black hooks!

Those hooks... were absolutely the perfect tools for "hooking chrysanthemums"!

Yes, the young ones were many, and Ye Ling was just one person. It didn't matter that he had a Mitsubishi knife; even if he had a large cleaver, it would be no use. He would eventually be taken down.

But one must also consider that before going down, he would surely strike with all his might, dealing a blow to himself and his attackers!

Who would want to take that hit?

Who the hell would dare take that hit!

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So, for a moment, more than a dozen guys just stood there, absolutely rigid, not daring to move a muscle.

"Ahhh!"

"Damn it!"

"It hurts!"

The village committee building was somewhat silent at that moment, but within that silence, Li Kun's shrill screams were particularly ear-piercing.

Li Dazhu might have been honest, but when it came to fighting, he was utterly fearless, kicking one blow after another, resulting in Li Kun unable to even get up, stamped until his face was bloody.

That feeling...

Well, to describe Li Dazhu's mood at the time, it was like stepping on something disgusting.

"If this keeps up, Secretary Li will be beaten to death."

The dozen or so youngsters glanced at each other, and suddenly, a few in front grabbed a chair, held it in front of them, and charged towards Ye Ling.

"A bunch of bastards, today your chrysanthemums are going to explode."

Ye Ling shook his head, and just as the youngster with the chair was about to rush at him, he suddenly lifted his leg, and his size 44 foot planted squarely onto the chair.

It looked as if it might not have much force, and even a sneer appeared on the youngster's face—the chair, after all, was made of solid wood.

But his sneer had not fully spread before there was a crack.

Immediately after, the youngster's consciousness blurred.

He had never been on a plane, yet at that moment, he truly experienced the feeling of flying.

The next moment, he also experienced the sensation of a plane crash.

"Thud!"

A huge, muffled sound echoed, and the other youngsters were dumbfounded.

They saw the chair shatter, and the youngster who was kicked lying on the ground, lifeless or dead was anyone's guess.

As for the wall he crashed into, although the plaster had come off over time, what did a few bricks matter?

What kind of strength was this? Or better yet...

Was this guy still human?!

He was simply a beast! A beast!!!

"Come on, keep it coming."

Ye Ling casually took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then blew out a smoke ring.

That look... really, you wouldn't want to see it, because if you did, you'd want to kill him.

Four words—god damn poser!

Okay, maybe six words.

Regardless of how many words it was, after Ye Ling's kick, no one else dared to come forward.

Even a fool could see that Ye Ling was at least special forces. His strength was too formidable; that kick's power and speed had reached a frightening level.

What about them, a bunch of invalids?

They were indeed better off standing still, waiting for their "chrysanthemums" to be "hooked"!

"You… you all... get the hell up there now!!!"

Li Kun's face was almost flattened by Li Dazhu's stomping, only managing to gasp through a tiny gap beneath the large sole before he began to wail and scream for his parents.

"Secretary Li, this guy... this guy is too good at fighting!" one of them said.

"Fuck!"

Li Kun cursed outright, "I pay for your food, I pay for your drinks, and this is how you fucking treat me? Over a dozen of you can't beat one guy? Go fucking die, all of you!"

"I'm telling you, if you don't beat these two bastards to death today, I'll report all your past misdeeds to the police!"

Hearing this, the young men shuddered, a vicious look appearing in their eyes.

But this viciousness wasn't directed at Ye Ling or Li Dazhu, but at Li Kun himself.

It goes without saying, everyone hates those who threaten them.

However, they still relied on Li Kun for the future, so, gritting their teeth, they hesitated no longer and rushed toward Ye Ling, throwing punches and kicks.

Ye Ling shielded Shen Yuexin behind him, grabbed the arm of one of them, and fiercely kicked out with his right foot, sending another man flying several meters away.

At the same time, he grabbed the man in front of him and kicked him down, but didn't let go of his arm, allowing him to land with a thud face-down on the ground.

"Look everyone!"

Ye Ling suddenly shouted, startling the people around him.

Indeed, the shout had a deterrent effect; even Li Dazhu stopped moving and turned to look in Ye Ling's direction.

"Look at what?" Li Dazhu asked blankly.

"Look at my 'flower blossom'!"

Holding the tri-edged knife, Ye Ling didn't waste another word and stabbed directly into the backside of the young man.

"Ssst!"

Blood sprayed three feet!

Truly three feet!

As the gleaming tri-edged knife plunged into the "flower," Ye Ling then immediately pulled it out, and blood erupted like a volcanic explosion. Who knows if it also burst his hemorrhoids.

"Aaahhh!!!"

The young man's scream, like that of a pig being slaughtered or a chicken being killed, rang out; his "flower" had been pierced by Ye Ling, and it wasn't just blood that sprayed out but feces as well.

However, Ye Ling still hadn't been too ruthless—none of the three barbed hooks on the knife had penetrated. Otherwise, this young man might have lost not just his buttocks for life but his life outright.

The other young men stood there, dumbfounded, as did Li Kun, lying on the ground.

As they looked at the bloodied backside, their mouths twitched violently, and their hearts leapt to their throats.

What the fuck kind of pain was this...

"Holy shit... the devil himself!"

The young men didn't dare to stay there any longer and turned to run.

As for reporting their past misdeeds to the police?

You fucking go ahead—better to be exposed than to have my "flower" punctured!

Blossoming a "flower"!

This wasn't just physical pain but a torment of the soul.

It was like that news story I saw a few days ago: two men had done that thing, and one of them was caught by his boyfriend, who not only robbed the other man of all his assets but also did that thing to the man...

Can you imagine how much the victim suffered?

It was apparent that the young man with the ruined "flower" probably didn't want to keep living either.

"That was easy? I thought there was going to be a brutal fight," Ye Ling said as he watched the young men running away, shaking his head in resignation.

Shen Yuexin glanced at him and said, "With your methods, who needs a brutal fight?"

Ye Ling went silent for a bit then said earnestly, "You don't know, but it's been my dream since I was a kid to stab someone in the 'flower.'"

"And today, I did it."

Shen Yuexin: "..."