Chapter Four: The King's Justice?

“Hah, the law? In Crane City, the Gao family *is* the law! Anything Gao Qian Duo sets his sights on sooner or later belongs to us. Go ahead and call the police—let’s see who’s faster, me or the cops,” sneered a burly man in a black suit, leading a group, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Listen, the nearby precincts have all been notified. Even if you call the cops, they won’t arrive for at least an hour. And forget about reporting to the city bureau; you know Commissioner Li at the city bureau? He’s my uncle-in-law!”

“What exactly do you want? If you come any closer, I won’t hold back!” Shi Kexin, seeing that threats of legal action were useless, feigned authority and awkwardly adopted a boxing stance to intimidate them.

“Oh? The young lady’s pretty feisty… Come on, let the big brothers show you some massage techniques,” the men chuckled as they closed in on her.

“Enough,” Yan Tian said, leaning against the car door and patting Shi Kexin’s shoulder. “The Gao family’s a local tyrant—calling them the overlords of Crane City wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Today we teamed up and beat up their eldest son; there’s no escaping this mess. Get in the car—I’ll handle them.”

“I won’t!” Shi Kexin said stubbornly. “I told you, I want to protect you! With your build, one punch from someone else and you’d be down.” Then she muttered softly, “Honestly, if you knew they were local bullies, why did you provoke them?”

Yan Tian laughed. “Shi Kexin, that’s heartless of you! If it weren’t for that pest Gao Qian Duo pestering you, would I have bothered with the Gao family? Besides, my temper’s been growing lately—I’m itching to show off a bit. Especially when I see you; if I don’t vent a little, I might just explode. Now enough talk. I’m a man—do you really think I need you to protect me?”

Shi Kexin’s heart warmed at his words, but the situation was grim. Nearly thirty men surrounded them, all grinning with malice. Could a young girl like her not be nervous? Even if she was used to big scenes, this was their turf—no matter how strong the outsider, the local king always had the upper hand.

The Gao family’s thugs barely paid attention to Yan Tian and Shi Kexin. Though a few noticed Yan Tian’s unfazed demeanor and casual chatting with Shi Kexin, sensing something off, they dismissed it. Wasn’t it obvious? A teenage high schooler and a pretty girl couldn’t possibly stand against twenty or so fierce bodyguards.

“Girl, come quietly or do we have to make you?” the black-suited leader fixed his gaze on Shi Kexin, glancing briefly at Yan Tian. “If you come with us willingly, maybe we’ll spare your little boyfriend’s life.”

“Is that so?” Yan Tian jumped down from the car, stepping in front of Shi Kexin and shielding most of her body. Smiling, he said, “Others fear the Gao family; I, Yan Tian, do not.”

“Get lost!” Shi Kexin, both happy and scared to see Yan Tian stand up, reached out to pull his collar, trying to drag him behind her. But this time, she failed. Despite pulling with all her strength, Yan Tian stood like a utility pole cemented to the ground, unmoving.

Yan Tian turned back and smiled at Shi Kexin. “I told you, from now on, I’ll protect you.”

In that moment, Yan Tian’s aura shifted. The lazy youth suddenly seemed like a towering mountain in Shi Kexin’s eyes, exuding a solemn, imposing presence that felt capable of overshadowing the entire sky.

Shi Kexin’s breath caught, her heart fluttered, and a rosy flush spread across her cheeks. In that brief moment of distraction, Yan Tian turned to face the bodyguards closing in on them.

Watching Yan Tian’s back, Shi Kexin’s expression grew distant and complex—part disappointment, part joy, part astonishment, and a hint of shyness.

Suddenly, she understood: this big boy might no longer need her protection like when they were kids. Instead, he had gained the ability to protect her.

“Take him down,” the black-suited leader snarled.

Three men wielding steel pipes laughed darkly and fanned out to close in on Yan Tian. Though Yan Tian appeared slight, they didn’t take him seriously; had they truly wanted to kill him quickly, they wouldn’t have sent only three.

Yan Tian planned to use the “Sun Finger” technique to disable them from a distance but reconsidered. He didn’t want to cause a scene on the street. Smiling, he shook his head and suddenly leapt nearly two meters into the air, shouting, “Take this palm strike!”

In an instant, Yan Tian’s legs struck out three times midair. His palms were like lightning; the three attackers were hit simultaneously in their chests. Thuds echoed, and the three men spat blood and collapsed into the crowd like broken sacks, unconscious.

Shi Kexin’s eyes widened, mouth covered in shock at Yan Tian’s cinematic martial arts.

Yan Tian landed lightly and, before the others could react, pressed off with his left leg and dashed forward. He leapt amid the crowd and shouted, “Take my sweeping kick!”

His body spun like a windmill, stirring gusts of wind. His legs, like iron rods, swept in all directions.

Another series of dull thuds sounded. Around Yan Tian, people flew backward like a boiling pot bursting open—five or six bodies shot out seven or eight meters, blood spraying midair, collapsing unconscious upon landing.

Watching Yan Tian’s stunning leg techniques, Shi Kexin’s astonishment turned into fiery admiration.

Yan Tian landed, catching his breath, smiling at the now pale-faced thugs.

He avoided using the “Dark Nether Divine Palm,” a deadly move that left no survivors once unleashed. Instead, he improvised two moves from his favorite game manga, bringing them into reality.

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With his robust internal energy and agility, these high-level martial arts techniques came naturally. Though inexperienced in real combat, his formidable ability easily handled street-level thugs.

“Anyone else want to try?” Yan Tian swept them with a cold gaze. His eyes were icy but he didn’t use his “Heaven’s Eye” or “Dual Pupils”—both too powerful. Despite his newfound confidence after mastering his skills, he didn’t want to kill on the street.

Only a few rugged men remained, visibly intimidated and exchanging nervous glances. None dared attack.

The ten black-suited bodyguards, however, were far more skilled. Their leader, known as “Madman” Sang Biao, was once an underground boxing champion with impressive kung fu.

Though impressed by Yan Tian’s strength, Sang Biao saw the flaws in his flashy kicking style. No one in real combat would leap into the air exposing their entire body like that, making themselves an easy target.

Sang Biao knew Yan Tian’s success so far was due to his speed, but he was confident in his own speed and skill.

The nickname “Madman” wasn’t earned lightly—Sang Biao fought over a hundred underground matches, winning them all, killing ninety-nine opponents, leaving the rest crippled. None of his matches lasted more than ten seconds; one ended just two seconds in with a whip kick shattering an opponent’s kidney.

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