Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 97 - 85 Anger

Chapter 97: Chapter 85 Anger

The next day, Lin Yuan patrolled as usual.

Walking to a secluded alley, the originally narrow street was cluttered with overturned night pots, and waste water was splashed everywhere, with no one to clean it up.

The scent of sweat, fish stench, and the foul odors of waste and urine relentlessly assaulted his nose.

The terrible environment made Lin Yuan frown heavily.

Wu Yangqing and Han Zhong held their noses, almost ready to vomit their dinner from the previous night.

"When we were here yesterday, although the environment was poor, it wasn’t this chaotic. What’s going on?" Despite the unbearable stench, Lin Yuan stepped forward.

From several small houses came the suppressed crying of women, sounding utterly tragic.

"Why are you not working during the day? What’s going on?" Wu Yangqing followed him in, watching the helpless women cry, and couldn’t help but shout.

"Have mercy, my husband was injured while fishing, and now he’s ill. Please, give us a few more days for the rent, we beg of you," a woman turned around, thinking it was the Lotus Gang coming again, and continuously kowtowed to the group.

Through the woman’s disheveled hair, Lin Yuan saw her bruised face, obviously the result of a beating by those who came to collect debts.

"Let’s check elsewhere."

Lin Yuan’s face turned grim, anger rising within him.

In several places, many impoverished families were found in similar situations.

"Sir, please spare my child, she’s only six years old. I’m willing to be a servant. How can she survive at such a young age?" In another household, a woman sobbed loudly.

The Lotus Gang, unable to collect rent money, resorted to kidnapping young girls, either selling them as servants to the wealthy at best, or sending them to brothels, where their future life would be miserable.

Han Zhong, having completed his investigation, saw the highly somber expression on Lin Yuan’s face, feeling uneasy.

Lin Yuan wasn’t enjoying himself in taverns but came here to experience this distress.

A while ago, things were just minor disputes.

Now that he’s more involved in these affairs, it seemed likely he would stir up trouble again.

Having been in the gang for quite some time, Han Zhong was accustomed to such occurrences.

Though initially he was like Lin Yuan, aiming to achieve his ambitions and bring about some peace, the circumstances proved stronger than his will, ultimately smoothing his edges.

Han Zhong collected himself, walked closer, and whispered, "Sir, twelve households have had their young girls taken, and their whereabouts are unknown."

"Good! Good! Well done, Lotus Gang," Lin Yuan laughed angrily, fury surging in his heart.

"Sir, this matter involves a lot," Han Zhong saw in Lin Yuan a reflection of his past self, and reminded him, "The Lotus Gang and other factions consider these girls an important source of income. Intervening rashly might..."

"Hmph!" Lin Yuan snorted coldly.

Understanding Han Zhong’s thoughts, but unable to suppress his anger.

"Where is the Lotus Gang’s hall situated here?"

"Lead the way!" Lin Yuan’s tone was firm and unquestionable.

"Aye!"

Wu Qingyang and another exchanged glances, seeing the helplessness in each other’s eyes.

The three moved swiftly, arriving at the courtyard in no time.

A group of gang leaders were gathered around a table, with an array of fish and meats, indicating they were drinking.

"Ah! Lin Yuan, that persistent brat, made me suffer, and the drinks lost their flavor," Wu San downed his cup, still unable to dispel the resentment in his eyes.

"The Hall Master is seeking backup today; they say Lin Yuan’s skills aren’t weak, let’s endure for a few days," another black-faced thug advised bitterly.

"Damn it, Lin Yuan, that bastard," a few others cursed simultaneously.

"Hehehe," at this moment, a chuckle disrupted their gloom.

"Hey, Old Devil, what are you laughing at?" Wu San glared and asked.

"Laughing at your stupidity, walking down a dead end, stuck in a rut," snickered the Old Devil.

"What’s your idea?"

"Change the path! How can living people be stymied?" Old Devil boasted.

"Last night, brother took a few girls from Li Alley, otherwise how could we survive this month?"

"Great idea!" With these words, the rest brightened up.

As their minds cleared, the thugs felt relieved, drinking and celebrating loudly.

"Bang!"

Just as the gangsters were jubilant, the courtyard gate was kicked open.

"Who the hell has the gall to act up at my door!" Wu San shouted, ready to strike.

The rest, still drinking, were equally furious, rolling up their sleeves to fight.

"Where’s your boss? Tell him to come out and see me."

Han Zhong took the lead, holding the scabbard with his left hand, while the blade in his right gleamed coldly.

All the gangsters fell silent.

As Wu Qingyang led the way, Lin Yuan, with a somber face, walked into the yard casually.

"Who’s here to speak?" Lin Yuan stood directly in the middle of the yard, questioning with boldness.

"Sir," Wu San stepped forward, suppressing his anger: "The boss is away, but if you have any instructions, I’ll be sure to relay them."

"I ask, you answer," Lin Yuan scanned him calmly.

"I’ll leave nothing unsaid," Wu San lowered his head, holding back his temper.

But among the gangsters, someone hot-tempered couldn’t stand the situation.

"I’ll answer your grandfather! Die!" A thug with a fierce face jumped from the crowd, throwing a punch at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan glanced at him, his eyes flashing coldly.

Everyone only saw a blur.

"Boom."

The fierce-faced thug, who had just sprung up, fell back like a boulder tumbling down a hill, crashing into the wall, his fate unknown.

"Such profound martial arts, so fast. This Lin Yuan is comparable to the Hall Master, even stronger by three parts," everyone realized, their gaze towards Lin Yuan changing abruptly.

"Avoid angering this demon," Wu San broke into a cold sweat, grateful for his restraint.

The rest of the thugs suddenly quelled their anger, daring not to resist in the slightest.

"This... this level," Wu and Han were even more shocked, as they hadn’t seen how Lin Yuan struck: "No wonder he defeated An Heng, such strength is truly fearsome."

After the shock, they saw Lin Yuan with a serene expression, calmly tidying his slightly disordered sleeves.

"Who handled the rent matters in Li Alley?" Lin Yuan asked calmly.

Everyone looked at each other until finally setting their eyes on Old Devil.

"It was me, I handled it," Old Devil stammered, terrified.

Just as he had been proud in the crowd, he was now equally frightened.

"Cut off an arm," Lin Yuan instructed indifferently.

Swish!

Han Zhong heard and his knife flashed.

Old Devil tried to dodge, but Han Zhong, being experienced, was not someone these gang leaders could compare with.

"Ah! My hand," Old Devil cried out, cold sweat pouring as he wailed in agony.

An arm was severed, blood spattering.

"Stop the bleeding."

Lin Yuan said calmly, "Within an hour, return the girls taken yesterday, and refund the rent fully, also provide medical expenses for the injured."

"Otherwise, everyone present will die!" Lin Yuan’s voice was calm, but to the thugs, it was like the Grim Reaper’s decree.

Especially Old Devil, who nodded continuously amidst his cries of pain.

The other thugs felt a chill, huddling around Old Devil to urgently inquire about the sales locale.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan walked out.

Not far from Li Alley, he found a tea house, ordered a pot of tea, and waited for the result from the Lotus Gang thugs.

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