Chapter 64: Reaping What One Sows

"Brother Jie, are we really going to follow them?"
"If we anger that killing god, we might end up just like Brother Quan!"
"Brother Jie, I don't want to die yet!"
These small-time thugs wore looks of despair, their hearts already set on retreat.
"Shut up!"
"If we follow them, there's still a chance to survive. If we don't do as that killing god says, none of us will live."
Li Jie gritted his teeth, quickly keeping pace with Chu Tian.
Hearing this, the thugs realized the same and could only force themselves to follow.
Soon after, Chu Tian and his group entered a small alley.
This alleyway was extremely dim, ending in a dead end where no one would ever wander—perfect for settling private scores.
"Young Master Yang, there’s no deep hatred between us. There's no need to fight to the death over a woman," Li Xin said nervously, hoping to negotiate peace.
"Oh? Now you know fear?"
"Too late. Kneel!"
Yang Xuan’s face twisted with malice, his voice filled with arrogance.
At these words, Li Jie’s body trembled.
His nerves were stretched taut, terrified that Yang Xuan would utter something even more outrageous.
"And what if we refuse to kneel?"
Chu Tian’s expression remained indifferent as he stared straight at Yang Xuan.
"Don’t think that just because you have the Night Queen behind you, I won’t dare touch you."
"You’re just a pretty boy kept by the Night Queen—do you really think she’ll protect you?"
Yang Xuan sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.
"I’ve never relied on anyone. My strength comes from my own fists."
Chu Tian spread his right hand, forming a fist in his palm.
Seeing this, Li Jie instinctively took two steps back, his mind on the verge of collapse.
"Fists?"
"There are only two of you, and we have more than twenty. Do you really think you can take on ten men at once?"
Yang Xuan’s tone grew even more forceful as he stepped closer.
"Brother Jie, break their legs for me. I want them kneeling before me, howling and begging for mercy!"
Yang Xuan’s face turned sinister, the smile wiped clean from his lips.
But Li Jie still didn’t move, as if he hadn’t heard a word.
"Brother Jie?"
Yang Xuan’s face showed confusion, just as he was about to turn around—
"Shut your mouth!"

Li Jie could finally bear it no longer; he slapped Yang Xuan hard across the face.
A crisp sound rang out. Yang Xuan’s cheek instantly swelled and reddened.
Though Li Jie was no martial arts master, against a spoiled brat like Yang Xuan, his strength was overwhelming.
"You… why did you hit me?"
Yang Xuan clutched his cheek, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"I hit you because you deserved it!"
"Who do you think you are, daring to order him to kneel for you?"
Li Jie raised his right hand again and slapped Yang Xuan straight across the face.
Another sharp smack echoed. Caught off guard, Yang Xuan was sent sprawling to the ground.
"Li Jie, you brought more than twenty men—why are you afraid of this guy? What’s the meaning of this?"
Yang Xuan was furious, confusion and rage on his face.
Before Chu Tian appeared, he and Li Jie had gotten along well.
Li Jie had even pounded his chest, guaranteeing he’d teach Chu Tian a lesson.
Why was it that the moment he saw Chu Tian, Li Jie acted like he’d seen a ghost?
Even Yang Xuan, slow as he was, realized the problem was with Chu Tian.
"Mr. Chu, I have nothing to do with this!"
"Yang Xuan asked me for help earlier, but I didn’t know you were the one he wanted to deal with. If I’d known, you couldn’t pay me enough to get involved!"
Li Jie was inwardly cursing his luck, desperately explaining himself.
The other thugs all nodded furiously, terrified Chu Tian wouldn’t believe them.
"Tell me—what did Yang Xuan just order you to do?"
Chu Tian chuckled lightly, fully aware this was all coincidence, not a deliberate act of vengeance.
"He… he told me to break your legs, Mr. Chu." Li Jie swallowed hard.
"If this has nothing to do with you, then I’ll give you all a chance. Break his legs for me, and I’ll let you go."
Chu Tian’s smile vanished, his icy gaze settling on Yang Xuan.
"Yes, sir."
Li Jie nodded hastily and waved his hand.
The thugs behind him understood at once and rushed forward to pin Yang Xuan down.
"What are you doing?!"
Yang Xuan shuddered all over, completely unprepared for this turn of events.
"What are you waiting for? Do it!"
At Li Jie’s command, two thugs armed with iron pipes stepped up and aimed at Yang Xuan’s legs.
"No, don’t—!"

Yang Xuan’s heart filled with terror as he pleaded for mercy, but it was far too late.
Bang! Bang!
The iron pipes came down mercilessly, smashing into Yang Xuan’s legs.
"Aaaah!"
Yang Xuan’s legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony like a pig being slaughtered.
His cries were piercing in the darkness of night.
Yet, Chu Tian had long grown used to decisive violence in his previous life, and the thugs present were no strangers to bloodshed. No one pitied Yang Xuan; they only felt he’d brought it on himself.
Only Li Xin couldn’t bear the bloody sight and turned his head away.
Still, Yang Xuan’s screams echoed in his ears.
…
Night Bar, first-floor counter.
Ye Binglan sat near the bar, mixing herself another Ice Blue Tear.
Just then, four burly men descended from the second floor, approaching Ye Binglan.
"Miss Ye, your dance just now was quite something. Our young master would like to buy you a drink."
The four men looked menacing, their tone somewhat forceful.
The bartender, familiar with Ye Binglan’s temperament, was about to step in when he saw someone approaching her.
But Ye Binglan waved him off, signaling him not to interfere.
"Lead the way."
Ye Binglan stood, drink in hand, and headed upstairs.
She knew the background of these men, and the identity of Situ Feng. Otherwise, she would never have agreed to meet.
The group arrived on the second floor.
There were a dozen booths there, all reserved by Situ Feng, who disliked being disturbed.
"Young Master Situ, you wanted to buy me a drink?"
Ye Binglan smiled faintly, settling onto the sofa across from Situ Feng.
After her heated dance, a sheen of sweat clung to her, and her clothes were damp at the chest, the fabric clinging to her ample curves—an image of ultimate temptation.
"I don’t just want to buy you a drink. I want you to dance for me as well."
Situ Feng’s gaze was lecherous, roving over Ye Binglan’s voluptuous figure and finally lingering on her chest.
"What kind of dance?"
Ye Binglan’s smile never faltered, but inwardly she was filled with disgust.
"A striptease, of course!"
"With a body as sexy as yours, if you’d strip and dance just for me, that would be the ultimate thrill!"