Chapter 93 Ye Liuyun's Rare Anger
Wang Sheng pushed open the door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.
Standing at the door was a burly man with a face full of scars and a buzz cut. He wore a black leather belt around his waist with a badge that symbolized his status as a Great Soul Master.
Not only did he possess level 28 offensive soul power, but he was also the elder brother who had brought Wang Sheng into the industry, nicknamed "Mad Thunder Leopard".
"Wang Sheng, the sun hasn't even set yet, and you're already thinking of hiding inside and cuddling your wife?"
Mad Thunder Leopard spat out the grass root in his mouth and looked at Wang Sheng with a forced smile.
Wang Sheng took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady:
"Brother Leopard, I'm sorry. I've made up my mind. I'm quitting this line of work. I have a wife and kids, and I want to find a proper way to make a living."
"You're quitting?"
Mad Thunder Leopard chuckled as if he had heard a joke.
"Without me, what are you, Wang Sheng? What skills do you have besides your strength? Will you let your whole family starve to death?"
Wang Sheng straightened his chest, his tone unusually firm.
"I've made up my mind, I'm quitting."
Mad Thunder Leopard's face instantly darkened, his eyes turning as sinister as a venomous snake:
"Are you sure you don't want to do it anymore?"
"Sure."
"Sure."
Mad Thunder Leopard sneered and stretched out his hand:
"Then let's settle the accounts. The money you borrowed to save your parents' lives when they were sick is still outstanding. Pay it back."
Wang Sheng was horrified:
"Didn't I already pay it all off?"
"That's just interest."
Mad Thunder Leopard curled his lips in a mocking smile:
"The principal hasn't been touched yet. And since you're planning to withdraw now, the interest that was previously waived should be recalculated, which is reasonable, isn't it?"
Wang Sheng trembled with rage. He understood that the other party was trying to drive him to his death.
"You... you're extorting me!"
Just as Wang Sheng was falling into despair, a long and strong hand gently patted his shoulder.
Ye Liuyun walked out of the house with a calm expression and waved for Wang Sheng to move aside.
Wang Sheng shouted out subconsciously.
"Boss Ye..."
Upon hearing this title, Mad Thunder Leopard immediately laughed disdainfully, pointing at Ye Liuyun's aloof face:
"Boss Ye? Oh, which gang are you from? In Notting City, you dare to try and steal people from our Lightning Faction, and even steal my underlings?"
Just as Ye Liuyun was about to step forward, he suddenly heard a faint sound of wooden sticks rubbing together behind him.
He turned his head slightly and saw that Xiaoya in the inner room was hiding behind the door, holding a thick washing stick in her hand. She was peeking out half of her body, her eyes filled with fear, but she was staring intently at Mad Thunder Leopard, ready to rush up and fight at any moment.
This scene, witnessed by Wang Sheng, caused him immense heartache.
As a man, the guilt of having to make his wife and children live in fear was suffocating.
A subtle chill flashed in Ye Liuyun's eyes.
Normally, he would not hesitate to teach the person in front of him a lesson, and killing him would not be out of the question.
However, Ning Rongrong's words were like a thorn stuck in his heart:
"You did a good deed, but what about afterwards? Who knows if they'll retaliate?"
It's easy for him to kill a few people, but he can't stay at Wang Sheng's door forever.
He didn't know what kind of gang the other side was, how many people they had, or whether they would retaliate against Wang Sheng.
Ye Liuyun did not make a move immediately, but slowly approached Mad Thunder Leopard, his soul power surging, his robes fluttering without wind.
Just as Mad Thunder Leopard was about to shout, he found himself unable to move.
In that instant, the surrounding air seemed to solidify into thick cement, and an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended like Mount Tai pressing down.
Ye Liuyun leaned close to Mad Thunder Leopard's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"I'm in a really bad mood lately, so you'd better not mess with me."
"I will beat you until you question your existence, I will stab your toenails one by one with bamboo skewers, peel off your skin and pull out your tendons, break your bones one by one, and then grind you into dust with a washboard."
"If you don't believe me, let's try it in the alley next door. I guarantee... you won't die, but you'll regret being born."
"Take your henchmen and leave right now. Don't ever come back here again. That settles everything."
His voice was calm without a ripple, yet it carried a chilling, bloody undertone.
The invisible soul pressure made Mad Thunder Leopard feel as if hundreds of pounds of boulder were pressing on his body, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand. His legs trembled, and he couldn't even utter a sound of begging for mercy.
The fleshy muscles on Mad Thunder Leopard's face trembled violently, and the contempt in his eyes had long been replaced by fear.
He could tell that the boy in front of him was not joking.
Ye Liuyun stared intently at Mad Thunder Leopard.
He disdained to argue with Shrek's group, because some of them were indeed brats, while others simply disliked each other.
But he felt no guilt whatsoever when facing these rotten worms that were sucking blood from ordinary people.
If the other party really wants to test his skills, he doesn't mind letting them see them.
Mad Thunder Leopard felt as if he were being watched by a bloodthirsty beast, and cold sweat poured down his spine uncontrollably.
Although he was naive and inexperienced, his instincts told him that the boy in front of him was definitely not lying when he said he could kill him.
But he was ultimately a street thug who had spent many years on the streets, and a minor leader of the Lightning Gang, with six Soul Masters of level 10 or above under his command.
If he were to run away like this in front of his henchmen, he would be finished in Notting City.
He forced his trembling legs to stand up, not even daring to look Ye Liuyun in the eye, and merely uttered two harsh words in a show of bravado:
"Fine! You've got guts! Since someone's standing up for you, Wang Sheng, you're lucky today! But this isn't over yet, we'll see!"
After saying that, as if afraid that Ye Liuyun would change his mind, he hurriedly left with his underlings.
Ye Liuyun remained calm, neither retorting nor pursuing the matter.
He knew very well that these thugs valued so-called "face in the underworld" the most.
At this point, leaving them a way out and giving them a way to save face will allow the matter to be considered closed out in the open.
If they insist on arguing here, it might only provoke the wrath of these scoundrels, and once he leaves, the Wang family's situation will be even more dangerous.
Watching the group slink away, Wang Sheng's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief, showering Ye Liuyun with praise:
"Boss Ye! You're practically my god!"
Wang Sheng was so excited that he became incoherent.
"You didn't even lift a finger, and I could see that Brother Leopard's face was as white as if he'd put on powder. Those two threats he uttered sounded like empty words. What level are you at? That's incredible!"
Xiaoya, who was inside the house, put down the wooden stick she was holding, patted her chest, and walked over, looking at Ye Liuyun with eyes full of admiration:
"Boss Ye, thank you so much. I was terrified just now, but they left as soon as you stepped in."
Surrounded by the couple praising him profusely, Ye Liuyun's heart, which had sunk to the bottom because of Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu, actually felt a little happy.
The sense of accomplishment from "being needed" and "truly helping people" is even more rewarding than increasing one's soul power.
He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, trying his best to appear profound.
If I were to laugh out loud at this moment, I would be too carried away with my pride, so I could only suppress my laughter.
"Alright, stop flattering me."
Ye Liuyun kept a straight face, but his tone became a little lighter.
"Before it gets dark, I'd better keep studying and try to learn more about soul beasts."
"I'll go to Notting Academy tomorrow to say hello and get things ready for you."
"Alright! Don't worry!"
Wang Sheng's motivation was off the charts at this moment, and he chuckled:
"Brother Ye, you're right. I've never felt so promising in my life. When I become a teacher, my first lesson will be about the Mandala Snake. Anyone who doesn't understand will have to run laps on the track!"
"Boss Ye, how did you scare those guys away with that move you just used? Was it some kind of high-level Soul Master technique? Teach me, so I can keep those naughty students in check too..."
Watching Wang Sheng take notes while also showering him with compliments in various ways, Ye Liuyun shook his head helplessly.
This guy reminded him of his time as the boss of Dormitory 7.
However, this feeling... isn't so bad.
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