Chapter 54: The Title of Kunlun

That Brother Qiang was none other than the man who, earlier today at the Golden Dragon Building, had been hired by the Xu family's Xu Ruhai to cause trouble for Ye Feng.

In the end, he had been thoroughly disciplined by Ye Feng instead.

At this moment, Brother Qiang had just finished executing Ye Feng’s orders: he had smashed up the Xu family's establishment, beaten Xu Ruhai to within an inch of his life, and thrown him into the river.

Right after that, he heard that his own underling, Yellow-Hair, had been beaten up near the flower shop.

Panic-stricken, Brother Qiang had immediately rushed over with his men, eager to save face and settle the score.

Yet never in his wildest dreams did he expect to run into Ye Feng right outside the flower shop?!

At that instant, Brother Qiang felt his entire body go numb.

Of all the people his subordinates could have provoked, why did it have to be this supreme deity once again?!

Feeling as though his heart had turned to ash, Brother Qiang forced himself to step forward and offer a respectful greeting, resigning himself to whatever fate and punishment awaited him.

Glancing at his own severed palm, he figured his other hand would likely be impossible to keep as well.

Seeing this scene, the underlings behind Brother Qiang all dropped their jaws in utter astonishment.

Yellow-Hair's men, in particular, looked ashen with terror, their faces drained of all color.

They would never have imagined in a million years that their boss—their ultimate backing—would act like a trembling grandson in front of this person!

Who was teaching whom a lesson was far from certain.

"Did you accomplish what I asked you to do?" Ye Feng did not dwell on the previous incident, but instead inquired about the progress.

"Everything has been taken care of," Brother Qiang hurriedly replied. "Xu Ruhai's limbs were broken by my men, and he was thrown into the moat section of the suburbs. I've even stationed men to keep watch—at the very least, he won't be crawling ashore tonight!"

"Good." Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction.

Then, changing the subject, he asked, "That Yellow-Hair from just now—are they all your subordinates?"

"Y-Yes..." Brother Qiang's heart, which had just settled slightly, leaped back into his throat. Trembling with fear, he said, "They didn't recognize you, Mr. Ye. The moment I get back, I'll break their good-for-nothing legs to teach them a lesson they'll never forget."

"Yes, they certainly need to be taught a lesson," Ye Feng said coldly, "but not because they failed to recognize me, but because they run amok committing outrages outside!"

"Keep your people under strict control from now on. If there is a next time, I will break your legs!"

Cold sweat pouring down his face, Brother Qiang repeatedly nodded in agreement.

"Get lost!" Ye Feng turned around and walked back into the flower shop.

Feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, Brother Qiang stepped backward, one pace at a time.

The moment he turned around, his expression darkened. He glared at Yellow-Hair's group of subordinates, grinding his teeth with hatred.

"Why aren't you bastards grabbing these good-for-nothing scoundrels and breaking their legs?! Daring to go out and stir up trouble for me!"

Yellow-Hair's underlings were completely paralyzed with terror.

"Brother Qiang... spare us... Brother Qiang..."

Yet no matter how frantically they begged, how could Brother Qiang possibly let them off lightly?

Just as arrogant as these punk hoodlums had been while bullying Chen Shiya, they were now equally wretched.

Amidst a chorus of ghost-like wails and wolf-like howls,

Brother Qiang's men dragged the wretched men away, mounted their motorcycles, and fled the scene in a flash.

Meanwhile, inside the flower shop.

Chen Shiya watched everything that had unfolded outside with her jaw hanging open in disbelief.

She had initially been worried that Ye Feng would be severely outnumbered and beaten if he went outside.

To her utter astonishment, those street thugs acted like mice meeting a cat the moment they laid eyes on Ye Feng.

The ringleader, in particular, was so frightened he didn't even dare let out a peep.

Instead, that same leader had thoroughly punished the little hoodlums who had bullied her just moments before.

In a way, this had indirectly helped Chen Shiya vent all her pent-up frustration and anger.

"Don't worry, they won't dare to come back again."

Ye Feng hadn't anticipated that he would run into an "old acquaintance" by such a coincidence.

After the thorough warning he had just delivered, he figured that crew would likely give this street a wide berth whenever they passed by in the future.

"You should get ready to finish up and head home early." Seeing that everything was settled here, Ye Feng bid farewell and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Ye!" Hearing those earlier men respectfully address him as Mr. Ye, Chen Shiya called out as well, wheeling herself out after him. "Thank you for helping me so much... I... I truly don't know how to ever thank you..."

"No need to thank me," Ye Feng said. "Live your life well from now on."

"Mr. Ye..." Chen Shiya called out once more, staring at his retreating back. "At least tell me your name."

"My name is..." Ye Feng paused for a fraction of a second. "Ye Kunlun!"

With those words, Ye Feng strode away without looking back.

At the same time, he raised a hand and swiped it across his face, instantly restoring his original features.

That's right—the reason Chen Shiya hadn't recognized Ye Feng earlier was because he had temporarily used disguise techniques to alter his appearance.

Ye Feng's twentieth master was a mysterious assassin known by the title "Thousand-Faced."

From him, Ye Feng had acquired not only top-tier assassination skills, but also the unfathomable arts of disguise and facial reconstruction,

allowing him to change his looks anytime, anywhere.

Pressed for time earlier, Ye Feng had been eager to offer rescue while wishing to avoid arousing Chen Shiya's suspicion or getting bogged down in unnecessary explanations.

Consequently, he used disguise to keep his identity hidden from her.

And when Brother Qiang showed up at his doorstep, Ye Feng had simply dropped the disguise to cow them into submission.

Furthermore, taking the name "Kunlun" was not a random or perfunctory invention on Ye Feng's part.

Rather, he had inherited the title of "Kunlun" from his Fourth Master, alongside a solemn promise to restore the glory of the name Kunlun once again.

For Ye Feng's Fourth Master had once been the God of War of Yongzhou, bearing the esteemed title of Kunlun.

Among the Gods of War of the Nine Provinces, up until this day, only three individuals had achieved peerless merit and been granted such supreme, glorious titles.

The once-renowned name of the Kunlun God of War had once echoed across the world, yet now it had been forgotten by all.

"Ye Kunlun..." Chen Shiya gazed at the distant figure of Ye Feng, engraving that name forever within her heart.

Shortly after, Chen Shiya returned inside the shop and began trying to stand up and walk once more.

Though her steps were unsteady, she found joy in the very effort.

Not long after, a patrol car pulled up and parked outside the shop.

"Sorry I'm late, Xiaoya. I got stuck with some overtime today."

At that moment, clad in refreshing and capable plain clothes, Jin Luyi stepped into the flower shop.

When she saw her dear friend actually standing and walking with the support of an umbrella,

Jin Luyi froze dead in her tracks at the entrance. On her astonished face, a trace of radiant joy slowly blossomed.

"Xiaoya?! You're actually able to stand up?!"