Super Soldier in the City
Chapter 419 - 426: Experts Are As Common As Dogs

Chapter 419: Chapter 426: Experts Are As Common As Dogs

Although the four men sensed Li Yifei’s strength, the fact that Li Yifei had managed to strike Song Ziqiao under their protection was a huge insult to them. Additionally, as members of the Song Family, their entire duty was to serve the family and ensure the safety of its members. Now that Song Ziqiao was injured, it meant they had failed in their duties. If they couldn’t regain control of the situation, they would face severe punishment upon returning home.

Therefore, they immediately leaped into action and charged at Li Yifei, refusing to believe that they couldn’t subdue him when working together.

Gently patting Xu Shanshan, Li Yifei said in a soft voice, "Shanshan, go take care of your sister. Your brother-in-law will handle these dogs."

Jolted by his touch, Xu Shanshan couldn’t help but stagger back several steps, settling steadily onto the sofa, while Xu Yingying also collapsed beside her. Yingying quickly wrapped her arms around her sister, and, being unable to discern genders in her state, instinctively clung to anyone nearby, writhing in their embrace.

Xu Shanshan was too concerned to care about propriety; her eyes fixed on Li Yifei and the four men as they clashed. The five of them were now embroiled in combat, with Li Yifei surrounded in the center, which made her rather worried. Even without an understanding of martial arts, the ferocity of the four attackers was evident, and she knew they must be formidable.

Song Ziqiao, accustomed to witnessing such expert combatants, was most concerned with the outcome and kept shouting persistently, "Beat him to death! Kill him for me!"

Fang Yeyu and the others were left dumbstruck, having seen their fair share of tough individuals; usually, these were just brawlers who weren’t afraid to strike, with impressive physiques. However, the scene unfolding before their eyes resembled an action sequence from a martial arts film—measured advances and retreats, rapid punches and kicks, leaving them dazzled.

Li Yifei had previous interactions with such families and was aware that they harbored highly skilled individuals who were fiercely loyal to their families, protecting important members and sometimes undertaking unsavory tasks.

However, Li Yifei never truly believed that the experts within these families were that strong. He was now forced to concede that their prowess was undeniable. Any one of these four individuals was remarkably skilful, comparable to top-tier assassins from the killer syndicates.

Moreover, these four men knew some team combat tactics, aiding one another with lethal strikes that made them hard to handle.

Yet in comparison to individuals of differing strengths, they still seemed weak in Li Yifei’s view. He had refrained from using deadly force simply to gauge the strength within these prominent families. Now that he knew their limit, he had lost interest in prolonging the fight.

"Break!" Li Yifei suddenly bellowed, hurtling a punch directly at the expert in front of him.

The punch, charged with unstoppable momentum, alarmed the man facing him. He knew very well that Li Yifei’s fist was not something he could parry, immediately retreating.

Those beside him felt pressured by Li Yifei’s formidable aura and couldn’t approach, while the man behind shouted forcefully, launching an attack at Li Yifei in a bid to force him to defend himself and relieve the pressure on the man in front.

But Li Yifei’s body accelerated suddenly, causing the man behind to miss his mark, and his punch landed firmly on the chest of the man opposite.

The man, struck with terror, hastily crossed his arms and shouted in an attempt to block Li Yifei’s punch.

Upon impact, a sound of bones shattering was heard; the expert’s shout was cut short as he was lifted off the ground, flew over the heads of Song Ziqiao and the others, crashed against the wall, and finally dropped to the floor.

"Pugh!" A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his head tilted as he collapsed, silent on the ground.

Li Yifei’s punch, while not lethal, had shattered the man’s arm bones and spared not even his chest bones, breaking at least six or seven of them. In such a state, remaining conscious would be surprising.

With one man downed, the four-man team attack crumbled. Already unable to best Li Yifei when they were united, they stood even less chance without their coordinated assault and one man down.

"Young Master Song, we must go, the enemy is too strong," a martial expert shouted.

Song Ziqiao, realizing the tide had turned against him, also thought of fleeing. If Li Yifei eliminated his protectors, he would be left to face retribution.

"Young Master Song, we’ll hold him off, you run!" The three martial experts, feeling increasingly pressured, urgently encouraged Song Ziqiao.

Song Ziqiao didn’t dare linger and immediately sprinted for the door, with Fang Yeyu and his group hastily following suit. If Song Ziqiao was fleeing, they dared not remain there.

But they didn’t get the chance to escape. Li Yifei roared, hastening his punches and kicks. The three experts were like kites with snapped strings, flying out one after another, each coughing up blood, severely injured.

Meanwhile, Li Yifei had swiftly moved behind Song Ziqiao and reached out to seize him by the hair.

"Ah!" Song Ziqiao, still running forward, felt as if his scalp was being torn off. He screamed in pain, abruptly halting his steps.

"Let go of me! Let go! If you dare touch me, I’ll make sure you’re dead," Song Ziqiao bellowed with his usual arrogance, threatening Li Yifei instinctively.

Li Yifei responded with a cold smile, grasping Song Ziqiao’s head and slamming it against the wall with a dull thud.

"Ah!" Song Ziqiao screamed once more. Li Yifei’s blow hadn’t knocked him out, just left a bloody gash on his head. The pain brought tears to his eyes, mixing with the blood and streaming down his face.

"Stop right there!" Li Yifei shouted once more.

Already at the door, Fang Yeyu and the others now stood as if under a spell, no longer daring to move forward even one step.

"This... this is not our business, it was all arranged by Young Master Song," Cheng Dong, his face quivering, stuttered to Li Yifei.

Li Yifei snorted and said, "Is that so?"

Cheng Dong immediately responded, "Yes! Absolutely! Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known your wife, how could we harm them."

"That reason isn’t good enough for me to let you go," Li Yifei replied coldly.

The men looked at each other, and Cheng Dong stammered, "Then what... what do we need to do for you to let us go?"

Li Yifei glanced at Song Ziqiao and said coldly, "Each person slaps Song Ziqiao ten times, and then you can leave."

"Ah!" The men were dumbfounded.

Song Ziqiao shouted angrily, "You bastards, if you dare to hit me, I’ll skin you alive."

Li Yifei spoke leisurely, "You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to; then I’ll do it myself." With a swing of his hand, he struck Fang Yeyu’s face, sending the guy crashing into the wall. Fang Yeyu’s pretty-boy face immediately bore five bright red finger marks.

From the moment he entered, Li Yifei had been observing everyone’s reactions. He sensed that Fang Yeyu was not as simple as he appeared, subtly aggravating the conflict with Song Ziqiao. It seemed the boy had ulterior motives, which was why Li Yifei decided to make an example of him first.

While Li Yifei was furious with these men and even harbored thoughts of killing them, he was no longer the second-in-command of the Flying Hawks Squad; hence, killing was not something he could do lightly. Having them slap Song Ziqiao, on the other hand, meant that Song Ziqiao was bound to harbor deep resentment, and they would get their comeuppance from him without Li Yifei’s intervention.

As for Song Ziqiao himself, Li Yifei certainly wasn’t going to let him off easily. After all, he had dared to use such tactics against Xu Yingying and Xu Shanshan; if Li Yifei didn’t give him a thorough punishment, it would not quell the rage in his heart.

Getting even with Song Ziqiao would inevitably offend the Song Family, but Li Yifei no longer cared. Even if he hadn’t beaten Song Ziqiao today, the feud had been set, and their issues with the Song Family had become irreconcilable, so there was no need to hold back in teaching Song Ziqiao a harsh lesson.

"Are you going to hit him or not?" Li Yifei glared and shouted at the men.

Seeing Fang Yeyu clutching his face, unable to utter a sound after being hit by Li Yifei, they were all terrified. If that slap had been on their faces, they couldn’t imagine how painful it would be.

"Young Master Song... sorry, he forced us," Cheng Dong gritted his teeth and went over to Song Ziqiao.

Song Ziqiao immediately glared back furiously and roared, "Cheng Dong, you dare hit me?"

With clenched teeth, Cheng Dong said, "Young Master Song, he forced me. Don’t blame me." Then he raised his hand and slapped Song Ziqiao across the face.

Then came a series of slaps, as Cheng Dong relentlessly struck Song Ziqiao’s face until he had slapped him ten times. Li Yifei barked an order, "You can go now."

Overjoyed, Cheng Dong pushed open the door and ran out.

The rest, seeing that Li Yifei was true to his word, made their excuses to Song Ziqiao before mercilessly slapping him as well, then turned tail and fled.

Even Fang Yeyu ended up slapping Song Ziqiao before leaving.

"Good, you bastards! How dare you hit me? I won’t let you go," Song Ziqiao was practically about to explode with rage. Being hit by Li Yifei was one thing, but being slapped by his own friends, his own underlings, drove Song Ziqiao to the brink of madness.

"Now there’s only you left," Li Yifei said slowly, his gaze fixed on Song Ziqiao’s eyes.

Song Ziqiao shuddered, only now remembering he had to face Li Yifei alone. His earlier menacing attitude turned into panic as he stuttered, "What else do you want?"

Li Yifei snorted, "Quite simple, I’ll break your legs." With that, his foot flickered, landing blows on both of Song Ziqiao’s legs.

Song Ziqiao screamed miserably and fell to the ground, clutching his legs and wailing like a slaughtered pig.