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{Chapter: 371: Devil!}
Lin Yuan and Qiu Wanxi both slowed their pace as their eyes drifted ahead, toward Xiao Lian and Xiao He who were walking just a little further along the riverside.
A sense of unease began to creep in.
Just a few meters ahead, under the soft and patchy glow of the streetlamps, a group of five or six men—reeking of alcohol and dressed like small-time thugs—staggered into view. Their clothes were messy, some with their jackets open or missing entirely, their steps unsteady as they stumbled forward laughing obnoxiously.
They looked like they belonged in a cheap underground bar, not out here near the upscale Riverview district.
The wide riverside path should've made it easy for both parties to just pass each other without issue. But instead, the drunkards halted and began ogling the women ahead of them—Jiang Rou, Chen Yu, Xiao Lian, and Xiao He.
Lin Yuan and Qiu Wanxi, still a little distance away, could see everything clearly. And more importantly, Lin Yuan's hearing—exceptionally sharp even by ordinary standards—picked up every disgusting word spoken.
"Heh... Brother Gang, look at that... beauty. Beauty... damn, I think I'm in love."
"Yeah... especially the one with the glasses... I like that one... Her legs... tsk, tsk... go ask her number, Brother Gang..."
The group laughed lewdly, their voices slurred but unmistakably predatory.
They weren't just drunk—they were drunk and looking for trouble.
Jiang Rou and Chen Yu, both graceful and elegant in appearance, had naturally caught the attention of the group. But Xiao Lian and Xiao He, with their youthful charm and energy, were not spared either. In the soft moonlight, the four women looked like stars that had wandered into the night—beautiful, out of place, and now unfortunately in danger.
Jiang Rou wore a nightdress with a light jacket casually draped over her shoulders. Though she wasn't revealing much skin, her natural allure with the outline of her breasts was more than enough to send these men into a frenzy.
The women had originally leaned on the railing, enjoying the view of the river—but now, their expressions turned to ones of clear disgust and growing caution as the group of drunk men began to approach. The air turned tense, the playful chatter between the girls vanishing instantly.
Still, the men closed in.
Their eyes glinted with intoxicated desire, and their behavior only became more aggressive.
"Beauties... Give us your numbers, yeah? Come drink with us..." one of them slurred, nearly tripping over his own feet.
Without shame or hesitation, the gang formed a semi-circle, trying to block the women's path and trap them between the railing and themselves.
Qiu Wanxi, watching everything unfold beside Lin Yuan, clutched his arm tightly in growing panic. "Young Master... Xiao Lian, Xiao He, Jiang Rou, and Chen Yu—those men, they're surrounding them!"
Lin Yuan placed his hand gently over hers and gave her a calming smile, patting her soft hair as he reassured her.
"It's alright," he said quietly, his eyes steady. "Chen Yu is there. They'll be fine."
He wasn't worried in the slightest.
These thugs had no idea that among the four women they were harassing, one of them was not just another pretty face—but an internationally trained killer.
Chen Yu didn't need backup. She was the backup.
While Lin Yuan and Qiu Wanxi spoke in calm tones, the situation escalated.
One of the thugs, apparently emboldened by alcohol and his friends' encouragement, took a step forward and reached his grimy hand toward Jiang Rou.
"Come here, little girl," he said with a wicked grin. "Come play with Brother Gang. I'll treat you nice..."
His hand inched closer.
And at that very moment—
A sudden flash of silver light cut through the darkness like a streak of moonlight.
Shlick!
A sickening sound echoed in the air.
Then—splat!
Warm blood sprayed across the pavement.
The drunkard didn't even have time to scream before his hand was severed at the wrist, flying through the air and landing with a wet thud a few meters away.
"Ahhh—!!!" The man's delayed scream finally tore through the air, loud and gut-wrenching as he stared in horror at the stump where his hand used to be.
Blood gushed like a broken faucet, painting the ground red.
The scent of alcohol was now mixed with fresh blood.
Chen Yu stood tall and composed in front of the women, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
In her hand was her prized blade—Piao Xue, a beautiful yet deadly weapon with a thin, glimmering edge that shimmered in the dim light like a frozen river.
She had drawn it and struck in one fluid motion, her stance calm and deliberate, her expression unreadable.
The other drunkards froze.
Their drunken confidence evaporated instantly as they stared at their friend writhing on the ground, cradling his bleeding arm and screaming in pain.
Only now did they realize—they had messed with the wrong group.
They hadn't cornered a few helpless beauties.
They had cornered a goddamn wolf in sheep's clothing.
Chen Yu took one small step forward, her blade glinting under the moonlight.
"If any of you move another inch... I'll start collecting heads next."
Her voice was quiet, but each syllable was coated in steel. The tone didn't need to be loud to command fear—it carried death with it.
The gang of men, still shocked and terrified, stumbled back in unison. One of them dropped to his knees and began to vomit.
Jiang Rou clutched her jacket tighter, still frozen from the shock.
Xiao Lian and Xiao He instinctively moved closer to Chen Yu, looking at her as if they were seeing her for the first time.
"C-Chen Yu..." Xiao He whispered, her voice trembling.
Chen Yu flicked the blood off her blade with a practiced motion, as if nothing had happened.
She didn't even spare the man a second glance.
Lin Yuan, still standing calmly with Qiu Wanxi, gave a faint smile.
Qiu Wanxi exhaled deeply and leaned into him, her heart still racing from what she had just witnessed.
She knew Chen Yu was strong—but tonight, she had seen a glimpse of just how dangerous she really was.
"What beauty...?"
"No, this... this is a devil!!"
"Ahhhh!"
The terrified screams of the drunkards pierced through the riverside silence.
Despite their usual bravado, despite being no strangers to street fights, they couldn't bear the fear that seized their hearts after witnessing Chen Yu's decisive slash—and her calm, emotionless face.
It wasn't just the wound—it was the aura.
That cold, quiet killer's presence.
She wasn't just a woman with a knife—she was a blade herself.
Panicking, the gang of so-called tough guys broke into a chaotic retreat, stumbling over themselves to escape this living nightmare. Their voices trembled, their legs shook, and they dropped any sense of pride or composure.
But how could Chen Yu, the Iceblade Killer of international renown, let them simply walk away?
As if responding to some silent code of justice, her eyes flashed with chilling intent.
Without a single word, her figure moved like a shadow—and with it came a flurry of cold glints in the moonlight.
Shlick! Slash!
Several arcs of steel whirled through the air like dancing spirits of death.
Blood misted again.
But this time, it was not too fatal.
Chen Yu's blade struck wrists, ankles, and joints with precise restraint. She disabled, not killed—cutting deep enough to ensure pain and shock, but careful not to claim lives.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
One by one, the gang members collapsed to the pavement, clutching their limbs and groaning in agony, their alcohol-addled minds unable to fully process what had just happened.
But she wasn't finished yet.
The so-called "Brother Gang"—the self-proclaimed leader of the group—had seen enough.
He had no interest in playing the hero.
As soon as Chen Yu began cutting, he bolted like a scared animal, using the others as distractions. His sneakers slapped loudly against the pavement as he darted ahead, weaving between the lamp posts, gritting his teeth.
He managed to run seven or eight meters smoothly.
And ironically—tragically, even—his escape route brought him straight toward Lin Yuan and Qiu Wanxi.
"Get out of my way!" Brother Gang roared as he charged forward, his face twisted in desperation. He didn't even glance at them—just assumed that a young man and a delicate woman would dodge on instinct.
He had no idea who he was charging at.
Qiu Wanxi flinched and instinctively grabbed Lin Yuan's arm tighter, her eyes wide with worry.
But Lin Yuan?
He didn't even blink.
He simply took one calm step forward and lifted his leg casually—like someone brushing aside a branch on the road.
BANG!
The moment Lin Yuan's foot connected with Brother Gang's chest, a horrifying sound rang out.
It was like a muffled crack—no, more like the crunching of bones under a tire.
Brother Gang's body was launched backward, limbs flailing like a broken doll.
He flew eight full meters through the air before crashing down hard on the pavement, tumbling twice before coming to a still, breathless heap.
His chest had visibly caved in.
And he was completely unconscious.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Even the night breeze seemed to pause.
Qiu Wanxi's jaw dropped, her lips parting in disbelief.
She looked up at Lin Yuan, her heart thudding loudly against her chest.
"Young Master... you're... amazing! That was incredible!" she whispered breathlessly, awe shining in her eyes.
She had seen Chen Yu in action, yes—but this?
This was something else.
Lin Yuan didn't even look like he tried.
Chen Yu, standing a short distance away with her blood-stained blade, blinked in surprise.
Her cold eyes softened slightly, more curious than shocked. After all this time working under Lin Yuan, she had only seen glimpses of his combat ability. Until now, she had thought of him mostly as a strategist, a mastermind who pulled strings from the shadows.