Gorgeous Female Tenants

Li Changhong exaggerated the situation and told Xie Chenghu about it. Upon hearing this, Xie Chenghu quickly promised to stand up for his sister-in-law and make Xu Xiangbei’s group cry out for their parents.

"Kid, I’m in this line of work, and everyone calls me Brother Xie. Today, it’s up to me to decide. You can’t blame me; after all, you offended my brother. How about this? Just obediently pay 1 million, then kowtow a few times. Actually, you don’t even need to kowtow. After all, people live for their dignity, just like trees live for their bark. Just pay 1.5 million and apologize, and let’s call it even. What do you think?" His words carried both threat and warmth, making them not too off-putting.

Clearly, he had done such things many times before and was very skilled. If it were someone else hearing this, they would obediently pay and apologize. But who was Xu Xiangbei? It was always others who paid him and apologized.

"I agree with you. Pay 1.5 million, no need to kowtow, just apologize, and let’s call it even!" Xu Xiangbei said earnestly.

"Ah, right, brother, you really know when to advance and retreat, there will definitely be a bright future for you!" Xie Chenghu said with a teachable attitude.

Xu Xiangbei was very familiar with this routine. Skillfully, he took a piece of paper from his pocket, scribbled a card number, and handed it over.

"Not bad! Not bad!" Xie Chenghu was quite satisfied as he accepted it, thinking it was a check, only to realize it was a blank piece of paper with a card number written on it, leaving him utterly confused.

"What do you mean?" Xie Chenghu’s face was filled with confusion and a hint of anger.

"That’s my card number. Transfer 1.5 million; I don’t want more from you. I’m pretty merciful!" Xu Xiangbei smiled kindly.

"Alright, you little brat, you dared to play me. Soon, it won’t be just an arm or a leg, but your third leg I’ll have broken. Don’t blame me for being ruthless then!" Feeling deeply insulted, Xie Chenghu signaled to the dozen or so underlings nearby, who then swarmed to surround Xu Xiangbei.

"Great, some more exercise is good for health!" Xu Xiangbei remained serene, while the Gu Family Sisters also appeared calm.

Only Xiao Qiulian and her daughter seemed a bit tense. Although they knew Xu Xiangbei was skilled, there were over a dozen people here, and each held a weapon. Taking a hit could definitely result in an injury.

"No more talking, just beat him up for me, cripple him, and I’ll take responsibility. Beat him to death; today, I want him to be carried out of the Mandarin Duck Lake Scenic Area horizontally, so he knows the consequences of mocking me!" Xie Chenghu spoke and tore the paper into pieces, tossing them into the air with a commanding presence, as if launching an attack.

The dozen or so underlings, holding steel pipes, immediately started attacking. In an instant, seven or eight pipes swung toward Xu Xiangbei’s head, while two or three aimed for his waist and shoulders.

Yet with a turn, Xu Xiangbei miraculously dodged, causing the attackers to miss and the pipes to clash with a clanging sound, numbing their hands.

Xu Xiangbei didn’t take out his iron balls; instead, he channeled all his Inner Strength and True Qi to his arms, using them as weapons and engaging in combat directly.

"Wow, is this guy crazy? Catching steel pipes with bare hands, does he think he’s Vajra Indestructible?"

"I guess he’s watched too much Iron Man or thinks he’s learned Copper Head Iron Arm at Shaolin Temple!"

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The onlookers kept discussing, with many similar comments, while showing pity in their eyes. Most believed Xu Xiangbei would end up in trouble today, likely getting seriously injured.

"Humph! Humph!" Xie Chenghu showed disdain. In his eyes, Xu Xiangbei was bound to have a miserable end; even he couldn’t catch steel pipes barehanded. A few hits were fine, but prolonged duration would undoubtedly lead to injuries. However, dealing with those dozen people was within his capability given his skills.

Just when everyone thought Xu Xiangbei was getting severely beaten, a miraculous scene unfolded before their eyes.

"Boom!" Xu Xiangbei’s flesh arm collided with the solid steel pipe, creating a loud noise akin to steel hitting steel, not the sound of bones breaking.

"How is this possible? Are his hands really made of iron?"

"Maybe he’s got a prosthetic?"

"I think it must be a prosthetic, otherwise catching a steel pipe barehanded is legendary!"

"No, I’ve heard some people can do it; it’s said some special forces or martial artists can too!"

"Indeed, Copper Head Iron Arm is no myth; it actually exists but requires years of training and some talent."

"His Inner Strength is profound; this seems fishy!" Xie Chenghu, no stranger himself, having studied at Shaolin Temple for years, was well aware of such matters.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei, he realized he must have practiced Martial Arts, with considerable Inner Strength, to achieve such feats. He suddenly felt helping Li Changhong today might have been a wrong decision. However, losing face wasn’t an option in this region; backing down could severely threaten his future standing. "The path you choose, you must walk even if on your knees! In our line of work, we can be defeated, but never back down!"

Xu Xiangbei’s opponents too felt shocked; they weren’t hitting an arm but an iron vice. But amidst the urgency, several more rushed up.

The scene was utterly chaotic. Actually, only three or four battled Xu Xiangbei at once, fearing to harm their own with more people involved. Others stood ready to attack when the chance came, but Xu Xiangbei’s defense was watertight, leaving no openings as if eyes grew at his back.

Three to four gangsters besieged Xu Xiangbei, their combined assaults met with effortless defenses. His palms were nimble and tough, seemingly enduring any blow, his expression unchanged, calm and composed, as if certain of victory.

Finally, spotting an opportunity, a thug charged with a stick aimed at Xu Xiangbei’s back, the steel rod approaching fast.

"Watch out!" Gu Xinyan shouted nervously.

However, before her shout ended, the thug was kicked by Xu Xiangbei, sent flying three to four meters away, clutching his chest, incapacitated, screaming in pain.

Xu Xiangbei’s eyes moved to attack, utilizing Fierce Tiger Fist as if a fierce tiger descending the mountain or a hidden dragon surfacing. At that moment, he was like a king in command, emanating robust aura, overpowering everything, dazzling viewers.

Instead of two hands, he seemed to wield four, maybe eight hands, leaving trails of afterimages in the air. His demeanor resembled a tiger, fierce, swift, and agile. The opponents barely reacted before their backs, shoulders, arms, waist, and limbs suffered blows, sprawling on the ground, howling, drained of any combat capability. Witnessing their cohorts retreat, Xu Xiangbei charged ahead, right fist and left leg in synch, swiftly knocking them down.

In mere blinks, over ten lay on the ground, wailing, astonishing nearby spectators as if witnessing a miracle.

"A master! Absolutely a superhero." Glistening eyes full of admiration from many women onlookers.

"Is this a film shoot? How can it be so formidable? Are these staged actors?"

"This is what a real master looks like, definitely trained for years, possibly nurtured since childhood. No way these are staged; it’s the real deal!"

Many around were awestruck, deeply impressed by Xu Xiangbei’s skills, whispering among themselves.

"So, are you ready to begin now? Start your performance!" Xu Xiangbei clapped his hands, smirking at Xie Chenghu.

"It’s true, you’re trained, and I concede today. But can we leave this be? After all, we’re all in the same game, and who knows when paths cross again!" Xie Chenghu wasn’t easily scared, having faced many such scenarios. Though he knew he wasn’t Xu Xiangbei’s match, he couldn’t show weakness in spirit.

Zhang Yingying wanted to speak but was quickly stopped by the stunned Li Changhong by her side. He realized he’d hit an iron plate today, and being let off was already a fortunate outcome.