Urban Martial Saint

Chapter 1732 - 1732: No Need to Follow the Rules

The few men were momentarily at a loss for words after being cursed by Handsome Fatty Wang. After a while, the leading man suddenly shouted angrily, "If you hadn't brought someone with Martial Arts over, why would we kill him? Fat Wang, you broke the rules first!""****!" Handsome Fatty Wang completely lost it, crouching and charging forward, stomping on the man's face, cursing, "You ******, know why I'm beating you up?"

The man covered his face, fuming, "You... you want to torture me into confession, forcing me to frame Ninth Master..."

"Screw you!" Handsome Fatty Wang cursed again, unleashed a barrage of punches on the man, who could only cry out for his parents.

"Remember!" Handsome Fatty Wang stomped on the man's face, angrily declaring, "I already put up with a lot, how dare you be even worse than me? The thing I hate most in my life are people like you. Hear me clearly, I've got principles. My principle is simple: I can frame others, but others absolutely cannot frame me, got it?"

The four men looked at each other, wondering if this could be considered a principle.

Ye Qing was speechless, Handsome Fatty Wang indeed had principles. But such principles were rather worthless!

After roughing up the man a bit, Handsome Fatty Wang relaxed somewhat. He leaned back on the sofa, glancing at the people before him, "I'll give you one more chance, confess honestly, who broke the rules first."

The four men exchanged looks and simultaneously pointed at Handsome Fatty Wang, "You!"

"Screw you, if I don't beat you to pieces, will you ever learn?" Handsome Fatty Wang roared, getting ready to pummel the four people again, but was held back by Ye Qing.

"There's no point in talking principles and rules with people like them." Ye Qing suddenly reached out, grabbing the collar of the man who spoke earlier, opened the car door, and threw him out. However, Ye Qing still held onto his collar, so the man's feet were on the ground, but his upper body was still in the car.

"Drive!" Ye Qing nudged Handsome Fatty Wang, who was initially stunned, then quickly scrambled to the front driver's seat, started the car, and roared off.

The people in the car behind had no clue what happened on this side, seeing the man thrown out by Ye Qing, they just realized something was off. But as soon as they jumped out to intervene, Handsome Fatty Wang had already driven off. The people hurriedly got back into their car to give chase.

Ye Qing paid no attention to the car behind, holding the man's collar, slowly letting him down. Even though the man tried his best to lift his feet, he ultimately couldn't fully leave the ground, his backside scraping along the pavement. With the car speeding up, the man's rear ground against the pavement, a sensation one can only imagine.

"You *******, let go of me, let go of me!" The man howled in pain, his pants torn, leaving a trail of blood along the road, the pain was excruciating.

Despite being seated, the three men opposite didn't dare to stop Ye Qing. They knew clearly, Ye Qing could easily handle all of them even with one hand.

"Let go of you?" Ye Qing smiled slightly, "Alright!"

With that, Ye Qing released his hold, the car speeding forward, the man essentially thrown out by Ye Qing. He rolled over several times, sustaining many injuries, definitely hurt badly.

Seeing Ye Qing's aggressiveness, the remaining three men froze. They were typically tough themselves, thinking they weren't afraid to die. But witnessing the man being thrown out by Ye Qing instilled fear in their hearts.

"Wow, Young Ye, you're certainly fierce!" Handsome Fatty Wang shouted while driving, "Now we've truly offended Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. If you want his help again, it's almost impossible."

"You're speaking as if he would help us without animosity." Ye Qing replied coldly, "Haven't you realized? This bunch intends to double-cross us, even prepared with guns. If you handed over the map today, they'd probably kill you too. They've probably committed quite a few murders and silencing acts. Killing them is clearing evil for the public!"

"Killing is killing, you're acting like it's a righteous path." Handsome Fatty Wang muttered, "Don't blame me for not warning you, without Nine-Fingers Wu Yong, just the two of us can't enter that tomb!"

Ye Qing said, "If he's unwilling to help, then I'll bring him in. Then, if he wants to live, he must help us with the traps."

"You... you plan to forcefully take him in?" Handsome Fatty Wang paused, then excitedly said, "That's a great idea, damn it, dragging that old fellow in, he'll definitely fight to survive! Then we'll all be in the same boat, see how he jumps around!"

Handsome Fatty Wang was quite perceptive, he guessed Ye Qing's intentions accurately.

Ye Qing smiled, looking at the remaining three men, "You three, still want to talk rules?"

The three men exchanged glances, and one of them, a bit braver, whispered, "You... you're breaking the rules, if this gets out..."

Ye Qing didn't wait for him to finish, directly grabbed his collar, and like the previous person, hung him out of the car.

Seeing Ye Qing act again, Handsome Fatty Wang was even more excited. He floored the accelerator, and the car's speed suddenly increased. Charging onto the highway, the friction on the cement surface was even more painful. It didn't take long before the man started crying and screaming in agony.

The two remaining inside the car, hearing the man's screams, were trembling all over with fear. Ye Qing's method was more unbearable than just killing them outright.

Ye Qing had no pity for this man. If he didn't know martial arts, these four people would have probably already killed him. It was clear that these people were no strangers to killing and looting. So, as Ye Qing had said earlier, killing these people was just a matter of enacting vigilante justice.

Ye Qing dragged this man for several hundred meters until his cries weakened before he tossed the man out. Then, he looked at the remaining two and asked again, "Do you two still want to talk about rules?"

The two men shook their heads simultaneously, hearing the earlier screams of the two men. How could they dare to go against Ye Qing?

"Alright then!" Ye Qing nodded in satisfaction and said, "Since we're not talking about rules, then trouble yourselves to lead the way. I want to meet Nine-Fingers Wu Yong."

Both men's expressions changed. One of them said quietly, "Big brother, Ninth Master... Ninth Master won't let you see him. If he finds out that we brought you to him, he'll definitely kill us."

"If you don't take me there, then I will kill you myself." Ye Qing reached out again, pulling the man in front of him.

The man turned pale with fright, immediately begging for mercy, "Big brother, big brother, let's talk it over, let's talk it over, spare... spare me, I beg you, spare me..."

"Take us to see Nine-Fingers Wu Yong!" Ye Qing didn't throw him out, only said coldly, "Take me there, and I will guarantee your survival. Refuse, and I'll kill you now. Think it over, are you more afraid of me or Nine-Fingers Wu Yong?"

After speaking, Ye Qing casually tossed the man back into his seat. The man, as if granted an amnesty, still trembled and quickly backed away a bit. He exchanged a glance with the man beside him, both clearly wondering who they should fear more.

After quite some time, the man Ye Qing had grabbed earlier finally said softly, "Alright, I'll... I'll take you to find Ninth Master."

"A wise man submits to circumstances!" Ye Qing smiled faintly, reclining slowly on the sofa, and said, "Tell the route to the fatty, and once we're there, you can leave immediately. Nine-Fingers Wu Yong won't trouble you anymore."

The two men trembled inside, clearly understanding what Ye Qing's words implied. It seemed that this time, Nine-Fingers Wu Yong was in grave danger.

The two men, shaking, told Handsome Fatty Wang in the front the location of Nine-Fingers Wu Yong. Handsome Fatty Wang, having seen Ye Qing's earlier actions, was already so excited he could barely contain himself, and shouted at once, "Hold tight, Fat Lord's taking you drifting!"

One of the men immediately exclaimed in panic, "Fat Lord, the mountain road has many curves and cliffs on the sides, no drifting."

Handsome Fatty Wang shouted back, "How can I not drift? There's a tail following us."

"Just drive, don't worry about the back." Ye Qing casually fiddled with the four guns in his hands, picked up one, suddenly turned, and fired a shot. The left front tire of the car behind them was instantly shot and blown out, causing the vehicle, which was traveling at high speed, to lose control and roll several times before coming to a stop. Catching up again was now utterly impossible.

The two men in the front seat, seeing this, widened their eyes in shock.

Handsome Fatty Wang, driving up front, saw the situation in the rearview mirror and exclaimed, "Oh, your shooting is quite accurate."

Ye Qing couldn't be bothered to respond to him. After all, he was a former Special Forces soldier. How could he mix if his marksmanship wasn't accurate? Besides, with the car following so closely, if he missed, that would really be embarrassing.

Ye Qing's action left the two men with no other thoughts, their hearts filled with newfound respect and fear for him. No wonder, with his martial skills and precise shooting, even if he charged into Nine-Fingers Wu Yong's lair, that group wouldn't be his match.

Sitting in the car, Ye Qing didn't care what these two men were thinking. He was still plotting another matter in his mind. Dealing with Nine-Fingers Wu Yong was relatively easy, but would Corpse Ghost Dragon just obediently wait in Shenchuan City for him to find the secret technique left by Patriarch Bodhidharma and come back to deal with him?