"Who are you people, daring to interfere in the affairs of our Eagle Gang?" The young man with dyed yellow hair felt a sudden jolt of surprise, unnerved by the sight of the person seated on the stool, whose gaze, fixed like a predator on its prey, sent a primal fear crawling up his spine.

"Hmph. Who we are is none of your concern, and I couldn't care less what kind of owls you are. All I want to know right now is which choice you'll pick from the options I've laid out!" Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, thinking, What kind of gang is this 'Eagle Gang'? Thugs? Or...? But it seemed Yang Yi paid little mind to such trivialities now; all he knew was he needed to drive away this scum who dared interrupt his breakfast.

"Hmph—choices? See if you have the ability for that," the yellow-haired punk managed, suppressing the urge to wipe the cold sweat beading on his forehead, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Fatty, break both their arms." Yang Yi was truly enraged now, genuinely furious.

If one had looked closely at Fatty Lin's face at that moment, and Yang Yi’s, they would have understood everything.

"Understood!" Fatty Lin didn't hesitate. In two swift strides, he was standing before the two men, who were both dripping cold sweat. "What? Aren't you going to fight back? If you don't make a move, I won't be polite. Besides, Brother Yi already gave the order: break your arms."

Crack! A sharp, loud sound immediately rang out. Before the two men could even react, Fatty Lin had shattered both their arms. In the eyes of Fatty Lin, and in Yang Yi's eyes as well, these three were nothing more than petty clowns relying on the reputation of some gang to run wild.

"Ah—!" The scream was like that of a slaughtered pig, raising goosebumps on everyone nearby. As for why it was so agonizing, one would have to ask the victims themselves. The faces of the men whose arms had been twisted were contorted into masks of sheer agony, truly repulsive... a matter of wounded pride.

It was precisely this piercing wail that startled the passersby. Some quickly hurried away, while others stood frozen in shock. The stall owner's wife’s eyes widened in utter astonishment, yet only the tiny Xiao Yan looked around with innocent confusion before her gaze finally settled on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi smiled briefly at Xiao Yan, then turned his attention back to the yellow-haired punk. He saw the punk staring at Fatty Lin with shock and fear, but upon feeling someone's gaze upon him, he snapped his head up to look at Yang Yi.

"You... you.... Don't come any closer!" the yellow-haired punk stammered, his body trembling slightly.

"What, scared now?" Yang Yi sneered, walking towards him.

"What do you want? I'm from the Eagle Gang! You're offending our Eagle Gang today—don't you fear death, kid?" The punk tried to use the gang's name to intimidate Yang Yi, hoping he would retreat in fear.

Crack!

"Ah!"...

As soon as the punk finished speaking, Yang Yi sprang forward with nimble grace, easily catching his arm, giving a sharp tug. A crisp, loud sound followed. Plainly put, the yellow-haired punk’s wrist joint was dislocated. More accurately, the site of separation was at a degree where the bones could never be perfectly reattached.

Why say this? Because the yellow-haired punk still held a sliver of hope. After all, being in their line of work, what injuries hadn't they sustained? Especially for small-time thugs like them. He thought his arm had merely popped out and could be set back at a hospital. This was his thought process, though the agony twisting his face clearly betrayed him.

"Scram! If I ever see you lot here again, the consequences won't be as mild as today," Yang Yi hissed coldly. He disliked being threatened. He did fear death, but his definition of fearing death was different: if he died, he couldn't do anything else; he couldn't pursue his own goals; he couldn't flirt with girls. That was why he truly feared death—because existing was the best state for pursuing romance.

Moreover, the person capable of killing him before he finished what he needed to do hadn't appeared yet, or perhaps hadn't even been born.

The three members of the Eagle Gang, hearing the threat, ignored the throbbing pain from their injuries and bolted instantly.

Yang Yi turned back and glanced at the little girl watching him, offering a soft smile. "Little sister, it's alright now, don't be scared!"

"Big Brother, my name isn't Little Sister!" Xiao Yan stated innocently.

"Xiao Yan!" The stall owner's wife snapped at Xiao Yan once she recovered, then gave Yang Yi a grateful smile. "Young man, thank you so much for what you did just now. If it weren't for you, I... I really wouldn't have known what to do!"

"Heh heh, Madam, no need for formalities. I just couldn't stand by and watch. However, I suggest you consider moving your business elsewhere; they will definitely come back," Yang Yi said lightly.

"Yes," the owner's wife murmured thoughtfully before adding, "Oh, right, you two haven't eaten yet. I'll get something for you right away. Please, sit for a moment."

"Ah, hehe, thank you for the trouble!" Yang Yi smiled calmly.

"Little sister, how old are you today?" Fatty Lin walked over and asked Xiao Yan.

"I already told you, my name isn't Little Sister, it's Xiao Yan," Xiao Yan pouted.

"Uh!" Fatty Lin stumbled over his words slightly.

"Heh heh, alright, Xiao Yan, how old are you today?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.

"Seven years old!" Xiao Yan replied.

"Oh, seven years old. Then Xiao Yan, you need to study hard and do well," Yang Yi said. As he spoke, a strange flash of inspiration crossed his mind. He paused for a moment, then gently patted Xiao Yan's head.

And just like that, this slightly dramatic, idiotic farce concluded. Afterward, Yang Yi suddenly realized he seemed to be missing something. Composing himself, Yang Yi knew he had just provoked a gang operating outside the law.

"Fatty, did you hear that?" Yang Yi asked, his face growing serious.

"Mm, the Eagle Gang," Fatty Lin responded.

"It seems the waters in City A are indeed deep," Yang Yi muttered.

"Brother Yi, what are you planning to do?" Fatty Lin asked, bewildered.

"What else can we do? We'll figure things out after we visit the Li family. We'll find the answers we seek then," Yang Yi said, grasping at the fleeting inspiration in his mind.

"Okay, let's go then, directly to the Li family."

"Fatty, did you hear Grandpa mention the Li family? Why did Grandpa tell us we had to visit the Li family once we arrived in City A?" Yang Yi voiced his confusion.

"Uh! No, I didn't," Fatty Lin replied, a flicker of hesitation crossing his eyes, one that Yang Yi failed to notice.

"Hmm—let's just go then," Yang Yi said, pushing away the thought stirring in his mind. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that once they reached the Li family, events beyond his imagination might unfold.

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