Imposter Young Master
Chapter 231 - 234 Scared Peeless_1

Chapter 231: Chapter 234 Scared Peeless_1

"Murder? No, no, how could I? I’m a good person, how could I kill someone. I just shut them up, that’s all," the young man said with a wicked smile.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yang Gang’s face showed a great disappointment, sighing constantly.

"What a joke? So, it was all bark and no bite, just a coward. You don’t even dare to kill, yet you talk so big, isn’t that just asking to be laughed at?"

The young man hearing this, turned green with rage, cursing, "Damn, you’re looking for your own death, don’t blame me! Ron, I permit you to use full force today, kill this guy for me."

The muscular black man behind him cracked a smile, revealing a hint of cruelty, his tongue intentionally licking his lips.

The five men originally surrounding Yang Gang looked somewhat frightened, seemingly very afraid that they might get hurt by this black man.

The young man let out a mirthless laugh, "I forgot to introduce, this gentleman is a famous American underground boxing king, in the underground ring, at least five men have died under his hand."

"Oh, yes, he is a strength boxer, with an average punch force of 350kg, and a maximum punch force exceeding 500kg. These are not human data, these are superhuman data. Haha," the young man laughed uncontrollably.

"An average punch force of 350kg and a maximum punch force of 500kg?" Yang Gang just shook his head.

Seeing Yang Gang utterly fearless, showing only contempt, the young man completely lost his temper.

"Ron, hit him hard! The rest of you, make sure this kid doesn’t run away!"

Ron had already been thoroughly triggered by Yang Gang’s repeated disregard. He roared, pulling back his left punch, and then aimed at Yang Gang’s forehead, swinging away.

This blow was clearly aimed to kill.

Even the little henchmen couldn’t bear to watch, turning their heads away.

But the young man showed a bloodthirsty excitement, eagerly watching the ’upcoming bloodshed’.

Yang Gang just sighed softly, and amidst the onlookers, Yang Gang’s right hand slowly reached out, grabbing Ron’s heavy fist just before it hit his forehead, in the style of Tai Chi, using the principle of using a minimum force to deflect maximum force.

On the surface it looked like a stalemate.

The onlookers were stunned.

A man of one meter and eighty-five tall, weighing over two hundred kilograms, with a maximum punch force of over 500kg, was evenly matched with a man of about one meter and seventy-eight, who weighed probably only 70kg, with an average physique!

Seeing this, the young man flew into a rage, "Ron, what are you doing, hurry up and crush that guy!"

However, at this moment, Ron couldn’t care less about his master’s rage, because right now he was experiencing the greatest shock of his life.

Immovable.

This was Ron’s current state. It’s not that he didn’t want to move, or didn’t want to beat Yang Gang, but... he simply couldn’t move.

His hardest punch was easily blocked by this unassuming young man, and in the moment they touched, the roles of attacker and defender had been reversed. At this moment, he was completely at the mercy of this young man.

Others might only be surprised that he, whose strength was at the forefront, was evenly matched with an Asian of average build. But only he knew that this was not a draw at all, but a complete defeat!

And the one who was defeated was none other than himself!

"Where did this young man come from? The power hidden within his mediocre physique... it’s too terrifying. I’m afraid even three or four champions of his level would be killed instantly by this young man! If he’s a superhuman, then this seemingly harmless young man... is not human at all!"

Ron was frightened. It’s not the punishment from his young master he was afraid of if he failed the task, but he wasn’t sure if he could survive today.

Because, at the moment they made contact, he got a glimpse of the color in the young man’s eyes.

Gloomy, with a touch of crimson.

"The special forces guy who ran away earlier was right, this young man is not ordinary. How many people would he have had to kill to possess such death-like pupils? Is it very impressive that I killed five people in the underground ring? Heh~~Maybe, those are just a fraction of the people this young man has killed..."

"Hey, guys, you all have to witness this, he started it, I’m only defending myself," Yang Gang casually said to the onlooking henchmen.

Upon hearing this, Ron felt an increasing sense of trepidation.

Just then, a wave of intense pain surged from his left fist, followed by the resonant sound of a bone cracking.

In a mere breath, Ron’s primary attacking left fist was fiercely crushed.

The youngster’s face turned completely pale, he was on the brink of losing his mind: "Attack, everyone attack!"

Seeing the situation, the remaining five henchmen hesitated, but eventually swarmed forward.

Yang Gang effortlessly lifted Ron, who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms, with one hand and hurled him straight at the charging crowd.

Boom!

Following a few screams, two men charging at him were directly hit by Ron’s hefty body into a pit, where they fell unconscious, their fate unknown.

The three remaining men seeing all this instantly scattered, running away without a trace.

In a moment’s time, only Yang Gang and the young man were conscious in this forest.

At this moment, the young man was thoroughly terrified, his legs were trembling, he was utterly incapable of comprehending what was happening before his eyes.

His strongest bodyguard, Ron, was incapacitated in the blink of an eye; of his six underlings, one ran away early, two were hit without even landing a blow - knocking them unconscious, while the remaining three were gone without a trace.

Now, he who was previously at an advantage due to his numbers, had become isolated and vulnerable.

Yes, just like a fish on a chopping board, is there a more fitting description?

Who exactly is this young man? He didn’t know!

But one thing was clear, he had provoked someone he absolutely, absolutely, absolutely should not have provoked.

If he could turn back time to ten minutes ago, even if he were threatened with a knife, he would never have targeted this ’freak’.

But it was all too late...

"You... don’t do anything rash, my father is the boss of the Black Dragon Society..."

Before the young man could finish his sentence, Yang Gang’s foot landed on his chest.

"Don’t kill me, whatever amount you want, I’ll give it to you." The young man cried out in panic and despair.

Yang Gang slowly approached the young man, sneering coolly: "Oh? Where has that ruthless energy gone?"

"I was wrong, please don’t kill me. I promise I’ll never fight with you over Liu Hui again, I’ll never bother Liu Hui again. Please don’t kill me."

The young man was almost on the verge of collapsing, a wet spot appeared in his crotch area - he was clearly so scared that he wet himself.

"So, what’s the story with today’s incident?" Yang Gang asked calmly.

"We fire on people of our own, we’ve never actually met." The young man, showing some wisdom, quickly answered.

"Since I’m in a good mood today, I won’t go on a killing spree. Remember what you just said." Yang Gang replied snugly.

"I remember, I remember." The young man, feeling as if he had received a pardon, hastily got up and ran away in disarray.

"A local gang, the Black Dragon Society, huh..." Watching the young man’s hasty retreating figure, Yang Gang pondered: "I’ve never considered using the underworld before..."

With a thoughtful expression, he seemed lost in thought.

Yang Gang stayed where he was for a while and then left.

After walking about a hundred meters or so, Yang Gang suddenly said: "Come out."