Chapter 210: Cleaning House

Gunshots, screams, the clang of bullets striking metal, the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor...

The entire KTV lounge was like a slaughterhouse. The air hung thick with the acrid stench of cordite and blood, and dozens of bodies lay strewn across the floor.

However, Scarface stood behind the crowd, his expression terrifyingly grim as he watched Yang Xun mow down his men with contemptuous ease.

"Interesting."

Scarface muttered to himself, drew a silver pistol from his waist, and aimed it at Yang Xun’s head.

"I never thought a mere live-in son-in-law would have this kind of skill. I underestimated him."

Yang Xun seemed to sense it. He whipped his head around just in time to see Scarface fire a shot at him.

The corner of his mouth quirked into a slight smile. As the bullet flew toward him, he shot his hand out and, unbelievably, caught it between his fingertips.

"What... What in the world are you?"

Scarface’s eyes widened, making his scarred face look even more grotesque.

"I’m your daddy!"

Yang Xun mouthed the words at him before turning back to deal with the remaining thugs.

The battle lasted less than ten minutes. The hall was littered with the bodies of Scarface’s men; those still alive had lost their ability to fight, and they cowered in the corners, wailing and too afraid to move.

Yang Xun wiped the blood from his face and turned to look at Scarface.

"So much for your men."

Yang Xun’s tone was flat, but his eyes were full of provocation.

Scarface slowly crushed the cigarette butt in his hand and looked up. A savage grin spread across his scarred face. "Don’t get ahead of yourself!"

The words were barely out of his mouth when Scarface whipped out a strangely shaped dagger from his waist. Its blade was covered in a dense pattern of runes that pulsed with a faint, eerie green glow in the dim light.

He let out a low growl, and the floor tiles beneath his feet shattered. He charged at Yang Xun like a raging bull, moving with incredible speed.

Yang Xun’s eyes narrowed. He could tell that Scarface’s body had obviously been enhanced in some way.

He wasn’t a Cultivator, but his body was far beyond the limits of a normal person. Among ordinary people, he would be a top-tier expert. Unfortunately for him, he was facing a Cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm.

SWISH!

The runed dagger in Scarface’s hand carved an eerie green arc through the air, heading straight for Yang Xun’s throat.

Yang Xun sidestepped, and the dagger grazed past his neck, slicing off a lock of hair.

Then, Yang Xun’s right fist, wreathed in True Qi, shot out like a cannonball and slammed into Scarface’s chest.

BAM!

Scarface was sent flying backward, slamming hard against the wall behind him and leaving a spiderweb of cracks on its surface.

He sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood. The bulletproof vest on his chest was completely caved in by Yang Xun’s punch, and the sound of several ribs giving way with a sharp CRACK could be heard.

Sputtering blood, Scarface slid down the wall and collapsed to one knee, a fresh stream trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked up at Yang Xun, his eyes finally filled with utter shock.

"You’re... you’re a Cultivator? How is that possible!"

Yang Xun slowly walked over to Scarface and loomed over him, whispering, "You’re only realizing it now? Too late!"

Scarface tried to struggle, but seven or eight of his bones were broken, and he no longer had the strength to even stand up.

"Young Master Zhou, this man is from your Cyan Dragon Gang. You should be the one to clean house."

Yang Xun turned to look at Zhou Yuan.

Still reeling from the firefight, Zhou Yuan was in a daze, but he immediately hurried forward at Yang Xun’s words.

"Scarface! The Zhou Family treated you well, yet you betrayed us! Today, I’ll be the one to send you off!"

Zhou Yuan said through clenched teeth, his finger ready to pull the trigger.

Sweat poured down Scarface’s forehead, his eyes filled with bitter indignation.

Just then, a cloud of black mist began to spread through the hall with incredible speed.

Wherever the black mist passed, the lights began to flicker, and a dreadful, oppressive feeling filled the air.

"Hold your breath!"

Yang Xun roared at everyone behind him while simultaneously circulating his True Qi, creating a barrier that forced the black mist back three feet.

But in that moment of chaos, a figure shot through the black mist like a phantom, grabbed the heavily injured Scarface, and dragged him away from Yang Xun’s feet.

Yang Xun reacted in a flash, thrusting out a palm. His immense True Qi transformed into a blast of force that pierced the black mist and shot directly at the figure.

A muffled grunt came from within the black mist, evidence that Yang Xun’s strike had found its mark.

But the figure was incredibly fast. Using the black mist as cover, they vanished with Scarface through a hidden door at the back of the hall in an instant.

"Shit!"

Yang Xun wanted to give chase, but he glanced back at Yang Cai and the other two, who were huddled in a corner, choking and coughing from the black mist. He then looked at the few injured Cyan Dragon Gang members and ultimately decided against pursuit.

He took a deep breath, circulated his Cultivation Technique, and drew all the surrounding black mist into his body to refine it. A moment later, the mist finally dissipated completely, and brightness returned to the hall.

’Never pursue a desperate foe. Right now, my sister’s and Mi Ting’s safety is the most important thing.’

As for the person who had rescued Scarface, Yang Xun had clearly sensed the fluctuations of True Qi coming from them. Although they were much weaker than him, they were, without a doubt, a Cultivator!

’I never expected to find another Cultivator in a small place like this.’

’Too bad they’re not on the righteous path. Instead, they’re a heretic who runs with people like Scarface.’

This sparked a sense of unease in Yang Xun. If Scarface and that Cultivator came back for revenge, he worried for the safety of Yang Cai and the others.

"Where did he go? Quick, after him!"

Only after the black mist had cleared did Zhou Yuan realize that Scarface had vanished without a trace.

"Don’t bother. They’re long gone," Yang Xun said nonchalantly.

Zhou Yuan was still a little dazed, but he remembered clearly how Yang Xun had protected him several times during the firefight.

Without Yang Xun, he’d probably be meeting King Yama by now.

"Mr. Yang, thank you for saving my life! If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word. As long as it’s something I can do, I won’t hesitate!" Zhou Yuan said gratefully.

"Just help me find the medicinal herbs I need."

The words had barely left Yang Xun’s mouth when Yang Cai stumbled forward and threw herself into his arms.

"Brother!"

Hearing her trembling voice, Yang Xun opened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I was so scared! Brother..."

She clung desperately to Yang Xun’s waist, sobbing until she could barely breathe.

Mi Ting and Chen Xiafang also gathered around, their eyes red. The three women crowded around him, shedding unstoppable tears of relief after surviving the ordeal.

"It’s okay now. It’s okay."

Yang Xun gently patted Yang Cai’s back and soothed her in a soft voice, "I’m here. You’re safe now."

Seeing him surrounded by the three women, Zhou Yuan gave a knowing smile and motioned for his men to start cleaning up the scene.

After all, with so many deaths, it would be bad for the KTV—and the Cyan Dragon Gang—if word got out. The best solution was to dispose of the bodies and clean up thoroughly.

"None of you are hurt, right? Did they harass you at all?" Yang Xun asked softly, looking the three of them over.

"No!" Mi Ting said hurriedly, afraid Yang Xun would get the wrong idea.

"Good, as long as you’re alright. I’ll take you home," Yang Xun soothed, and began to lead the three of them away.

Just then, he suddenly heard a muffled thud.