Chapter 6617
: It's easy for you to be a young master
Xiao Chen stood there calmly, his eyes as calm as a deep lake.
He raised his hand slightly, and his two fingers, like nimble elves, accurately clamped the opponent's fist.
The movement was as graceful as catching a falling leaf, without any drag.
His fingers were long and powerful, tightly clamping the opponent's fist, as if the fist had become a toy in his hand.
"Brother, this strength is like you just drank health tea?" Xiao Chen said in a relaxed tone with a faint smile on his face.
Before he finished speaking, his fingertips moved slightly, as if an invisible force was surging from his fingertips.
The man's expression suddenly changed. His face, which originally had a hint of arrogance, turned pale in an instant, like a piece of white paper.
He only felt that his fist, which he was so proud of, was now like being locked in a vise and could not move.
The bones made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, as if they would break at any time.
“It hurts, it hurts!” The man’s face instantly turned red, the color of a ripe tomato.
His previous arrogance turned into cold sweat that kept flowing down his temples and wet his collar.
His whole body was bent like a shrimp, and his knees slammed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The dust filled the air, choking him and causing him to cough.
"I'm going to quit this farce right now. It's easier than uninstalling the game!"
He coughed and cried out, his voice full of fear and pleading.
Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows with a smile, and his brows rose slightly like two sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, with a bit of unruly and playful look.
He secretly added a little more strength to his hands, as if an invisible force was flowing through his fingers and into the man's wrist.
The man's wrist was twisted at an unreasonable angle, like a branch bent by a raging wind, and the joints made crisp "crackling" sounds, as if they would break at any time.
His features were twisted in pain, and he screamed like a trapped injured animal. His voice was sharp and shrill, echoing in the silent streets: "It was that kid Yin Yun who tricked me! He said you were just a show-off, but with your strength, I'm afraid you must be cheating!"
The voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if Yin Yun was the source of all this evil and he himself was just an innocent victim.
"Yin Yun?" Xiao Chen turned his head slightly, his eyes like a searchlight, accurately falling on Yun Yuyan.
The corners of his mouth curled up into a teasing smile, that smile was like the sudden cold breeze in spring, with a bit of ridicule and playfulness, "Miss Yun, your peach blossom calamity is full of thorns, it almost pricked Xiao."
As he spoke, his eyes moved back and forth over Yun Yuyan, as if he was examining a precious work of art, with a hint of barely perceptible concern.
Yun Yuyan was so angry that her face turned red, like a lit fireball.
She clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, and the ends of her hair swayed slightly as she stomped her feet in anger, as if expressing her dissatisfaction.
"If I had known earlier, I should have used "Unforgettable Tonight" as the background music for his confession and ended this farce directly."
She gritted her teeth, and the sound squeezed out from between her teeth, with a hint of regret and self-mockery.
It looked like an angry kitten, with its claws and fangs bared, yet somewhat cute.
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of metal colliding in the dark, "ding-dong-dong", as if someone had knocked over a toolbox in a panic. The sound was crisp and abrupt, and was particularly harsh in the quiet streets.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yin Yun stumbling out of the alley.
His originally straight suit was now askew, his tie hung on his neck like a dead snake, his hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and he looked like a mouse being chased by a cat, looking extremely miserable.
He ran like mad, his leather shoes slipping on the ground, making a squeaking sound.
Several times, he lost his balance and almost fell into the roadside gutter, waving his hands wildly in the air as if he was grabbing at the last straw.
"Want to run?" Xiao Chen tapped his feet lightly, and his figure appeared in front of Yin Yun in an instant like a flash of lightning.
The wind brought by his clothes was like an invisible hand, lifting up the dead leaves on the ground. The dead leaves swirled in the air and slowly fell.
He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes showing a hint of disdain and provocation, "Xiao Wang next door, are you going to participate in the midnight marathon?"
The voice echoed in the quiet streets, with a hint of ridicule and mockery.
Yin Yun suddenly braked and staggered forward a few steps due to inertia, almost bumping into Xiao Chen.
His face was paler than the wall, without a trace of blood, and his lips were trembling slightly, like leaves blown by a cold wind.
But he still forced himself to sneer, that smile was uglier than crying, and the muscles on his face were twisted and deformed because of the force: "Do you know who I am? My father is Wang Ruizhi, the head of the Wang family in the ancient city!"
He deliberately puffed out his chest, trying to make himself look more imposing, but he couldn't hide his slightly trembling legs. His legs were like two reeds in the wind, ready to fall down at any time.
Xiao Chen raised his hand and patted his face lightly, as if he was patting a naughty puppy.
His tone was teasing, but also a little bit scrutinizing: "It sounds intimidating, but judging from your performance, it seems like you are too well protected by your family? You are like a flower in a greenhouse, unable to withstand the slightest wind and rain."
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Yin Yun's, as if he wanted to see through the fear and cowardice in his heart.
"Snap!" A crisp and loud slap exploded in the quiet street, like a thunderbolt breaking through the night sky.
Yin Yun's originally fair face swelled up instantly, like over-fermented dough, and was a glaring red.
His eyes were as big as copper bells, full of disbelief, and Xiao Chen's cold and somewhat playful face was reflected in his pupils.
"You dare to hit me? I have a strong man in the realm of heaven and man in my house. I can make you ..." Yin Yun's voice became sharp due to anger and shock, and trembled a little, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
As he spoke, he subconsciously took a step back, trying to distance himself from Xiao Chen, but his trembling legs betrayed his inner fear.
"Let me join your family group and receive chicken soup for success every day?" Xiao Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and then slapped him hard again.
This slap was more powerful than before, and it made a whistling sound, as if it was going to blow away all the arrogance and arrogance in Yin Yun's heart.
With the impact of the slap, Yin Yun's body involuntarily tilted to one side and he almost fell to the ground.
"You always bring in your elders when something happens. It's easy for you to be a young master." Xiao Chen crossed his arms in front of his chest, his eyes full of disdain, as if he was looking at a clown.
When he spoke, his tone was relaxed but with an unquestionable majesty, which made Yin Yun dare not resist in the slightest. (End of this chapter)