"That's him—him! Beat him up!"
The moment Guan Xing stepped through the door, Qian Bao instinctively staggered backward in fright. If not for the skinny man's support, he would probably have fallen flat on his back. That brutal punch from before had left a deep psychological shadow on him.
The ten men dressed in black all wore vicious expressions. Among them, three were over two meters tall, their hair standing upright, exuding an intimidating aura as they closed in on Guan Xing.
Xi Hengsheng was shocked. He had never imagined that Qian Bao would be so lawless as to commit violence right inside Feiyang Company—this was far beyond his expectations. He shouted urgently, "Doctor Guan, get back quickly! Call the police!" At the same time, he waved his hand, signaling the security guards to move in again.
"Call the police? You think our young master is afraid of the cops?" the skinny man shouted arrogantly. "Hit him—hit him hard! Anyone who dares help gets beaten too!"
There was no helping it. After that shout, Qian Bao's torn mouth wound split open again. He was now clutching his mouth, suffering in silence.
Guan Xing smiled faintly, feeling a trace of gratitude toward Xi Hengsheng. In this world, people who refused to bow their heads before violence were becoming fewer and fewer. Over the past two days, he had also learned more about Qian Bao's background from Cheng Yunya—having the mayor of Jingdu City as a backer was indeed something most people could not ignore.
A fierce punch came surging in with overwhelming force. The three men over two meters tall were clearly extraordinary fighters. Cruel smiles curled at the corners of their mouths. For underground fighters like them, attacking someone meant targeting the weakest points.
The head—or the groin.
This ferocious punch was aimed straight at Guan Xing's head.
Guan Xing's eyes turned cold. His head swayed like a willow branch in the wind. Almost no one saw how he moved—only that he had already dodged aside. In the next instant, he was standing before the foremost man. His fist clenched tightly and shot forward without the slightest hesitation.
This punch did not strike the chin. Guan Xing's fist landed squarely on the man's face. Blood spurted from his nose, flowed from his mouth, and even seeped from the corners of his eyes. Clutching his face, the man howled and collapsed backward.
The blow was delivered with ruthless precision. The man's nasal bones were completely shattered. Even if it wasn't fatal, his face was ruined. This was one of the most vicious attacks in underground boxing. Against these provocateurs from the underworld, Guan Xing felt no need to hold back.
The two closest men instantly realized something was wrong. Guan Xing's casual punch had far exceeded their expectations. They had thought this was just a simple job—take the money, teach someone a lesson. There was no need for so many people. But now they realized Guan Xing was far more dangerous than anticipated.
Money might make the rules, but it couldn't change reality.
Qian Bao stepped forward despite the pain on his face and shouted, "Hit him! Surround him—beat him to death!"
The remaining nine men immediately abandoned the security guards and closed in on Guan Xing. Only the two tallest men rushed in first this time—but they were far more cautious than before, their expressions heavy. They could feel the pressure emanating from him.
A heavy punch and a brutal kick came in almost simultaneously, attacking Guan Xing from both sides. After seeing their companion taken down in a single blow, they were not foolish enough to fight alone—this was a two-on-one assault.
Guan Xing raised his leg and blocked the kick cleanly. At the same time, he seized the punching man's wrist in a tight grip. No matter how hard the man struggled, he couldn't move it an inch. A chilling aura spread, as if frost had formed around Guan Xing's hand. A sharp cracking sound followed.
The man's face twisted in unbearable pain. Meanwhile, the man whose kick had been blocked launched another punch toward Guan Xing's right side, trying to rescue his companion.
Guan Xing moved—just a slight shift of half his body. The punch whistled past under his armpit. Before the attacker could react, Guan Xing twisted his entire body. A louder crack echoed through the room—clear and unmistakable.
It was the sound of an elbow snapping.
Along with it came a piercing scream. No matter how tough a man was, few could endure the agony of having their arm broken by force.
That man collapsed to the ground. At the same time, Guan Xing's right hand shot out and landed on the shoulder of the other attacker. With both arms exerting force, his body rotated sharply. The man—over two hundred pounds—was lifted upside down.
Before his body even hit the ground, Guan Xing's powerful kick had already landed.
This man fared even worse. He smashed through the thick glass coffee table, then slammed into the doorframe. His face was covered in blood. Without making a sound, he lost consciousness on the spot.
The remaining seven men recoiled in fear. Guan Xing, however, turned his cold gaze toward Qian Bao. Qian Bao and the skinny man both felt their scalps go numb with terror. They had never imagined Guan Xing could be this terrifying.
"You—you guys go! Hurry, go!" Qian Bao shouted hoarsely at the remaining men, cold sweat pouring down his face. But his voice was far weaker than before. The skinny man had already hidden behind him, not daring to utter another word.
Guan Xing stepped forward. With fists swinging left and right, one heavy punch landed squarely in a man's abdomen. The man clutched his stomach and slowly dropped to his knees. Guan Xing followed with a flying kick straight to his face.
Smack.
The man fell to the ground with a faint groan.
As for the last two, Guan Xing barely needed to lift a hand. Before his fists even reached them, they had already collapsed. There was no helping it—they were terrified. Knowing they couldn't win, they simply pretended to pass out.
"C-call the police! Call the police!" Qian Bao screamed as he saw Guan Xing approach with icy eyes. In panic, he grabbed the skinny man behind him. That night had been too dark—only now did he truly see how dangerous Guan Xing was. If he had known earlier, he would never have dared provoke him.
The phone in his hand was suddenly seized by Guan Xing—and snapped cleanly in two.
Qian Bao forced a servile smile onto his face and stammered, "Doctor Guan, Doctor Guan… it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We—we were just joking. Really, really—"
"Is that so?" Guan Xing tightened his grip, pressing directly on Qian Bao's injured spot. The pain made Qian Bao's body tremble violently, rendering him unable to beg for mercy.
Without hesitation, Guan Xing kicked forward.
This time, it was the skinny man who was unlucky. The kick landed squarely on his face. His glasses shattered but didn't fall off. A clear footprint was stamped across his face. Without making a sound, he staggered back a few steps and collapsed like a sack of meat onto the sofa—unconscious.
No one bothered to check whether he was truly unconscious or just pretending. Even if he were faking it, he wouldn't dare wake up now.
Xi Hengsheng stood nearby, utterly stunned. When Guan Xing had entered, he had been genuinely worried. Those ten black-clad thugs had overwhelmed dozens of security guards—yet within ten-odd minutes, every single one of them was down.
"Quick—quick—" Rapid footsteps echoed again. Rushing in were not only more men in black, but also a large number of police officers.
Old Peng arrived as well. Seeing him walking quickly while wiping sweat from his forehead made it clear how rushed he had been.
"Doctor Guan, are you all right?" he asked anxiously as he reached Guan Xing. Then, seeing Qian Bao being held by Guan Xing, his anger exploded. He slapped Qian Bao hard across the face.
"Qian Bao! I told you already—Doctor Guan is my guest! You're acting so recklessly. Are you really forcing me to take action?" Old Peng said, still unsatisfied, and slapped him again with his backhand.
Here, perhaps no one knew Guan Xing's true identity—not even Old Peng himself. But Old Peng had lived on the island for a full six months. He had heard more about Guan Xing than anyone else. He had even seen the leader of the largest American crime syndicate treat Guan Xing with more reverence than an ancestor.
"God"—that was the name of the syndicate. Anyone in the underworld knew it. God was the number one force in the criminal world, with its power spread across more than fifty-six countries—including China. This, however, was something only Old Peng knew.
Such power was not something anyone dared treat as a joke.
Old Peng had learned of Guan Xing through a friend's introduction—a medical prodigy. As a veteran of China's underground world, he had traveled thousands of miles seeking treatment. Only then did he realize that if he were not Chinese, if he were not Guan Xing's compatriot, he might never even have met him.
Only at that moment did Old Peng truly understand how insignificant his so-called underworld background was on that island—so insignificant it could almost be ignored.
He didn't know why Guan Xing was working here as a small-time doctor, but this was his territory. No matter what, he could not allow Guan Xing to be harmed in the slightest. Otherwise, even he would not be able to bear the consequences.
Whatever Qian Bao had wanted to say was beaten back into his stomach by those two slaps.
"Mr. Peng, we're sorry, but this scene is now under police control. Please cooperate with the investigation." A police officer walked in. He clearly knew the old man's identity. Even if someone was beaten in front of them, they still had to show him sufficient respect.