When I first issued that challenge, it was also the moment I stepped into the underworld. How arrogant and utterly defiant I was back then. And in that moment, a thought took root in my heart: I am a rogue, unboundedly wild, and I will use my wildness to make those who ignore me, those who look down on me, regret ever drawing breath in this world. — The Memoir of Yang Yi’s Challenge to the Underworld

Inside the Space Bar, the scene was utterly chaotic. What had been a dense tangle of men and women chasing pleasure on the dance floor had now scattered and fled at the utterance of a single sentence.

Sometimes, humans are just that fragile, especially in a bar setting. After all, those inside have usually loosened their inhibitions and opened their hearts to enjoy themselves because of the alcohol. Thus, when words that didn't fit the atmosphere pierced the air, these people inevitably felt a wave of fear.

However, the development unfolding seemed to astound everyone present. The large men in black, who had originally been moving to seize or stop the disruptive Fatty Lin, were now inexplicably retreating backward. It wasn't entirely by choice; the sheer pressure of the crowd forced them back, otherwise... they might have been completely swallowed by the throng.

"Boss, what you said about giving them a good show—this is what you meant?" Xu Ming stared, eyes wide, at the chaotic dance floor and the continuously-ing doorway.

"Heh heh, since they hold us in such high regard, wouldn't it be disrespectful if we didn't stir things up a bit?" Yang Yi watched the 'live broadcast' with a smile, seemingly pleased with the current effect.

"Damn, Boss, you are too... uh, too incredible." Xu Ming chuckled, but the word 'cunning' that had been on the tip of his tongue suddenly morphed into something else as it left his mouth.

Ye Xiaohou gave Xu Ming a look of disdain, then glanced at Yang Yi, who was observing coldly, and asked, "Boss, what's our next move?"

"Wait," Yang Yi uttered the single word softly.

"Wait???"

Tonight’s actions by Yang Yi were arguably the most unbelievable to Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou. Moreover, judging by his demeanor, he appeared completely confident in the outcome.

"Damn it! Grab that kid!" A man in black pointed fiercely at Fatty Lin, who stood on the stage with a deceptively 'sweet' smile, and roared.

Fatty Lin surveyed the scene, decided it was enough, and promptly leaped off the DJ booth. His expression was as steady as a mountain as he squinted at the group of large men in black converging toward him.

"Little punk, let's see where you run to now!"

"Heh heh, I've been right here the whole time, haven't run anywhere. In fact, it seems like you guys are the ones running around," Fatty Lin said with a grin to the assembled men in black.

The faces of the men in black shifted instantly. Indeed, had they not been jammed in the crowd earlier, they would have seized this kid long ago. They perfectly understood what Fatty Lin meant.

"Why are you wasting time talking? What are you all good for? Go!" Hearing the command, the group of men in black immediately prepared to attack.

In the underworld, skill is forged either in fighting or in turf wars. Although these large men looked strong and were accustomed to fighting as if it were commonplace, in Fatty Lin's eyes, they seemed like children playing with mud, riddled with openings.

"Bang!" Fatty Lin threw a punch, taking down one of the men in black. The force of each blow seemed precisely calibrated, and the location even more so. The waist and ribs are among the body's most vulnerable spots; a single punch was enough to send those men clutching their stomachs and kneeling, struggling even to stand.

"Damn it! What good are you? Aren't you going to pull out your hardware?" The man who had been barking orders from the sidelines roared with fury.

Fatty Lin glanced at him. Besides a somewhat robust physique, he saw nothing truly formidable, but the next moment, Fatty Lin's nerves tightened. The chill in his narrowed eyes intensified as he stared intently at the men holding firearms.

Xu Ming’s pupils contracted sharply when he saw this. "Boss!" he called out.

"Hmph. A bunch of useless trash. When your hands and feet aren't enough, you resort to pulling out those cheap toys to scare people?" Yang Yi snorted coldly, stood up, and slowly began walking toward Fatty Lin.

Feng Shi, Xu Ming, and Ye Xiaohou followed behind, clearly prepared to attack at any moment. Xu Ming, trained since childhood in military family settings with military combatives, felt no fear of these guns; instead, a flicker of excitement bubbled up from deep within.

As for Ye Xiaohou, due to the secrecy surrounding his family, he too had received rigorous training from a young age. He understood basic combatives and even martial arts, but he was acutely aware of the danger these guns posed; a single bullet could end a life. Thus, his nerves were taut, ready to spring into action.

As for Feng Shi, there was even less need to mention it. She had experienced scenes like this countless times; firearms were merely toys to her, and she didn't even bat an eyelid.

"I think it's time for your Master Hu to show himself. Since he already knew I was coming tonight, why is he still hiding his face?" Yang Yi stopped walking, looking at the thugs with a cold smirk.

"You are with them?" The lead man in black who had been giving orders cried out in shock.

"Swish!" A portion of the thugs had already leveled their guns at Yang Yi and his group.

Yang Yi’s mouth curved into a cold smile. "Did you not understand a word I said? Furthermore, let me warn you, stop pointing those toys at me. If one accidentally discharges, don't blame me!"

"Hmph... You little brat, stop being so wild, I...!"

Before the man in black could finish, his vision went dark. Suddenly, a figure stood behind him. A sharp pain shot through his neck, and his eyes widened as he stared crookedly at the youth whose throat he was being choked by, too terrified to speak.

"Since your Master Hu refuses to show himself, I suppose I'll have to do something to draw him out." With that, Yang Yi gathered his internal energy, a stimulating Zhenqi emanating from his body. He employed the strange movement technique he had learned in the Dead Man's Cave, and in an instant, something astonishing occurred.

Yang Yi, still gripping the man’s throat with one hand, sprinted with extreme speed, circling the thugs holding the guns. In a mere three seconds, the gunmen felt a sudden blackout; the weapons in their hands felt loose, having seemingly vanished in a bizarre manner.

[I am a rogue, unboundedly wild. Brothers, rise up! My underworld is also your underworld. I am a rogue, so my underworld is the underworld of rogues. Stand tall, I’ll try my best to update!]