Chapter 47: I Belong to Lord Rabbit!

Ye Wushang was taken aback. He stopped in his tracks, turned to look at him, and frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, give me back what you took.”

“That forty thousand of yours, I’ll return it to you!”

As he spoke, he pulled out four neat stacks of fresh bills from his satchel and handed them to Ye Wushang.

With a smack, before Ye Wushang could react, An Lan, standing to the side, casually knocked the money onto the floor. Her expression was icy as she said, “You think you can take back what you’ve already sold? Keep dreaming.”

“Exactly.”

“Fat Jin, you’re out of line. You sold the item, and now you want to buy it back for the same price?”

“I remember when you two made the deal, it was clearly stated—once the transaction is done, you owe each other nothing.”

“Mr. Ye recognized its value because he was lucky. If you had the same ability, you’d have kept it. You can’t act like this.”

“Don’t make us look down on you.”

The crowd began to jeer.

Fat Jin’s face darkened with embarrassment. He snapped, “Shut the hell up!”

“I’m the one who sold the item, so I have the right to take it back.”

“I’m offering you forty thousand to get it back. That’s already generous. Push me, and you won’t even get four bucks.”

He bent down, gathered the four stacks of bills from the floor, and once again handed them to Ye Wushang. “She’s a woman; I won’t stoop to her level.”

“As for you, we’re fated to meet, so I don’t want to make things hard.”

“Return the item, and you can keep the money.”

“That way, we can get along, might even become friends. Otherwise—”

Smack!

Again, the bills were scattered before he could finish.

At the same time, Ye Wushang stepped forward, emanating an overwhelming aura that made everyone shudder. “I got the little golden censer fair and square, and I’m in a good mood.”

“If you don’t want to die, move aside.”

“Damn it!” Fat Jin roared in fury. “You don’t know what’s good for you!”

“Why don’t you ask around? On Antique Street, when I, Fat Jin, decide to do something, who dares stop me?”

“I’m being reasonable because I don’t want to make a scene. But if you push me, you won’t walk out of this shop alive. Believe it or not?”

Bang!

Ye Wushang couldn’t be bothered to argue. He threw a punch, landing squarely on Fat Jin’s nose. Bone cracked, blood gushed instantly, staining his chest.

“You little bastard, you dare hit me?” Fat Jin shouted, clutching his nose in pain.

The onlookers were shocked. They hadn’t expected this young man to have such a temper—he didn’t hesitate to throw a punch, unlike the weak pretty boy they’d assumed he was.

But this could be trouble. Fat Jin was nominally just a stall owner, but everyone knew he was a local thug, and he had powerful backers no one wanted to cross.

“If you say another word, I’ll not only hit you, I’ll kill you.”

“Out of my way.” Ye Wushang gave him a shove and walked forward with An Lan.

The crowd, cowed by his terrifying presence, parted to let them pass.

But just as they reached the door, Fat Jin, having recovered, suddenly yelled, “Damn you, you little bastard! You want to kill me?”

“If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you won’t know how tough Brother Jin is!”

“Men, grab them! I’ll deal with them myself!”

At his command, the heavy curtains at the back of the shop were suddenly flung aside.

Six or seven burly, fierce-looking men surged out, all wearing staff uniforms. Clearly, these were enforcers for the Clear Breeze Hall. No one had expected them to be in league with Fat Jin.

Moreover, the antique shop actually kept hired muscle—it seemed the Clear Breeze Hall was more complicated than he’d thought.

“Wushang…” An Lan instinctively wanted to speak, but Ye Wushang stopped her, shaking his head slightly. “It’s fine. Let me handle this.”

He hadn’t wanted to get entangled, but since Fat Jin wouldn’t let go, and considering he’d likely come here again for cultivation materials, it was best to settle things once and for all to avoid future trouble.

Seeing him step forward, An Lan, who knew his skills well, didn’t try to stop him. Still, she could tell that Fat Jin was so bold because he had someone powerful backing him.

Subconsciously, she took out her phone, sent a quick text to her assistant, and then stood silently by, saying nothing more.

Soon, the men rushed over and quickly surrounded Ye Wushang.

Fat Jin, still clutching his bleeding nose, pointed at Ye Wushang and cursed, “You little bastard, get on your knees!”

“Bow your head and apologize! If you don’t show the right attitude, I’ll kill you myself!”

With reinforcements, Fat Jin spoke with renewed confidence.

The arrival of these thugs made the onlookers uneasy—they backed away, not wanting trouble.

Fat Jin might be shameless, trying to reclaim what he’d already sold, but this was his turf, and he had strong backing.

No matter how sharp Ye Wushang was, this situation was clear—he’d better know when to yield.

“Young man, just apologize and be done with it.”

“The mighty dragon can’t suppress the local snakes. If you keep fighting him, nothing good will come of it.”

“A wise man knows when to retreat. Listen to us.”

“That golden censer may be priceless, but it’s not worth your life. Don’t be reckless.”

Everyone was genuinely trying to help, all urging Ye Wushang to back down.

Even An Lan was worried things would get out of hand.

Her secretary had already replied—the street manager would be there soon.

But before she could persuade him, Ye Wushang straightened up, proud and fearless. “Just as you said.”

“Now, kneel and apologize to me. If you show sincerity, I might let you live.”

“Otherwise—”

“Damn it!”

He’d thought the young man would be afraid, but instead, Ye Wushang used his own words against him, infuriating Fat Jin.

“Get him! Kill him! If anything happens, I’ll take the blame!”

With his shout, the six or seven muscle-bound men lunged forward. Fists clenched, legs braced, their menacing posture was enough to frighten anyone.

The crowd was aghast; some even closed their eyes in fear.

So many men, so vicious—if they all attacked at once, the young man would be smashed to a pulp.

Youthful recklessness was one thing, but this was sheer folly. Clearly outmatched, yet still standing his ground—was he mad?

Bang.

But the reality was nothing like they’d imagined.

Ye Wushang struck like lightning, his fist smashing aside the lead attacker. Then, moving with ghostlike speed, he rushed forward.

He seized the man, shoving him into two others behind. The three tangled together as if wielded like a weapon, and Ye Wushang hefted them as easily as if they weighed nothing.

Thud, thud, thud.

With a sweeping motion, he sent all three crashing to the floor.

Then, grasping those three, he spun them in a full circle, fists and feet landing on the remaining attackers’ waists and stomachs.

“Ah!”

“Ugh!”

Bang!

Bones cracked, screams rang out, and blood spurted.

What was supposed to be an overwhelming assault turned into a rout. In the blink of an eye, all seven musclemen lay on the ground, writhing and unable to get up.

Each of them rolled about, vomiting blood, trembling in agony.

Ye Wushang landed lightly, hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

Not a flush, not a gasp.

He looked nothing like a man who’d just been in a fight—more like someone who’d taken a leisurely stroll.

“Is he even human?”

Someone’s exclamation sent a wave of shock through the crowd.

“Incredible.”

“I thought he was just brash, but now I see he’s a real expert.”

“One man against so many, and he crushed them all. Unbelievable.”

“No wonder he said those things earlier. He’s not crazy—he’s truly capable.”

“So young, yet so perceptive and so skilled. Remarkable!”

The mood shifted dramatically. The way everyone looked at Ye Wushang changed, filled not just with awe but with admiration and respect.

Especially An Lan.

She didn’t know why, but every time Ye Wushang made a move, she couldn’t help but feel her heart race.

Even knowing Fat Jin was trouble, she was willing to stand by his side.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

Ye Wushang’s face was cold and indifferent as he spoke, and he strode straight toward Fat Jin.

Fat Jin’s face turned ashen; fear overwhelmed him.

He hadn’t expected this young man to be so formidable. These enforcers were the elite of the Clear Breeze Hall—strong, seasoned fighters, used to getting their way in such “take it or leave it” deals.

But today, they’d met their match. In front of Ye Wushang, they were like children, utterly defenseless.

As Ye Wushang drew near, his gaze as chilling as death itself, Fat Jin staggered backward in terror, finally collapsing in a heap against the wall.

In a flash, Ye Wushang closed the distance and seized him by the collar.

“W-what are you going to do?”

“I’m warning you, I’m Rabbit Lord’s man.”

“If you lay a finger on me, he won’t let you get away with it!”