Chapter 200: Mysterious Phone Call

"What?!"

Hearing Aunt Zhang’s words, Yang Xun’s face turned ashen, and a towering rage flared in his eyes.

’That’s the only thing my parents left behind!’

’The last keepsake connecting me to them in this world!’

"Aunt Zhang, thank you for letting me know. I’m on my way!"

Yang Xun hung up, immediately hailed a taxi, and yelled at the driver, "Xiaoxie Village! Step on it! As fast as you can!"

The taxi sped down the road. Yang Xun sat in the back, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The rage in his chest felt like it would burn right through him.

The old house may have been dilapidated, and he no longer lived there, but it was the home his parents had worked their entire lives to build.

Every wall, every beam, carried his memories of them.

’If Xie Haitao dares to burn down my old house,’ Yang Xun swore to himself, ’I’ll make him pay in blood, even if it costs me my life!’

The taxi raced on, arriving at Xiaoxie Village a dozen or so minutes later.

Yang Xun threw the fare at the driver and sprinted toward his old house.

From a distance, he could see the gate to his courtyard wide open. A crowd of people stood inside, and he could faintly make out the flickering light of a few torches.

Yang Xun covered the remaining distance in a few quick strides. When he reached the gate and took in the scene, the tension in his chest finally eased.

Xie Haitao had indeed stormed the courtyard with a dozen or so men holding torches, but the old house hadn’t been set on fire yet.

’I’m not too late!’

"Yang Xun!!"

Xie Haitao spotted Yang Xun immediately. His face, already swollen like a pig’s head from their last encounter, twisted in a grotesque snarl. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he were staring at his father’s killer.

He violently pulled a gleaming dagger from his waistband and pointed it at Yang Xun, roaring, "You bastard! You dare steal my stuff! I’m gonna kill you today!"

After his roar, Xie Haitao tightened his grip on the dagger and started walking toward Yang Xun, one step at a time.

At the same time, thugs who had been hiding in the corners of the courtyard and outside the walls swarmed out from the shadows. Armed with steel pipes, machetes, and baseball bats, they completely surrounded Yang Xun.

A quick glance revealed there were more than twenty of them.

Faced with this spectacle, Yang Xun remained exceptionally calm. He stood his ground, hands in his pockets, his expression as still as a stagnant pond. He glanced at the vicious-looking thugs around him, the corners of his mouth even twitching into a slight smirk.

Xie Haitao stopped two or three meters in front of Yang Xun, his dagger reflecting the cold, hard light of the torches.

He stared at Yang Xun, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and threatened through gritted teeth, "Bastard, I’ll give you one last chance. Hand over the goods, and I’ll make your death a little easier!"

"What goods?"

Yang Xun tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face, but a playful curve graced his lips.

"Stop playing fucking dumb!"

Enraged by Yang Xun’s act, Xie Haitao trembled with fury. His reason snapped. With a loud roar, he raised the dagger and lunged, aiming straight for Yang Xun’s chest.

In Yang Xun’s eyes, however, the speed of Xie Haitao’s strike was like watching something in slow motion.

He sidestepped with a quick flash, easily dodging the blade. Then, he lifted his right leg and viciously kicked Xie Haitao in the stomach.

"BAM!"

The kick was immensely powerful. Xie Haitao’s corpulent body flew back two or three meters before crashing heavily to the ground, the dagger flying from his grasp.

"AHH!!"

Xie Haitao lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and writhing in pain. His face was pale, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

After several seconds, he managed to lift his head and shriek at his thugs, "What are you all standing around for?! Get him! Beat the hell out of this bastard!"

"Kill him!"

At his command, the twenty-odd thugs raised their weapons and swarmed toward Yang Xun from all directions.

Yang Xun sneered, a sharp glint in his eyes.

’A Cultivator at the Fifth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm dealing with this ragtag mob? It’s child’s play.’

The first thug to rush forward swung a steel pipe at Yang Xun’s head. Yang Xun dodged to the side, grabbed the pipe with his right hand, and yanked hard. The man’s body flew forward uncontrollably, right into Yang Xun’s raised knee.

"Agh!"

The thug cried out and collapsed to the ground, curling up as he clutched his stomach.

Immediately after, three or four more men lunged at him. Yang Xun spun on his heel, moving like a tiger among sheep, a punch here, a kick there, each blow precise and powerful.

A fist slammed into one man’s face, sending blood splattering.

A kick to another’s chest sent him flying.

In no more than a dozen seconds, a large number of the charging thugs were already down.

The remaining men froze at the sight. Their weapons trembled in their hands, and none of them dared to take another step forward.

"Go! Get him!"

Xie Haitao screamed desperately from the ground.

But the moment the words left his mouth, Yang Xun had already charged into the crowd like a cheetah.

What followed was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Yang Xun’s fists were like the wind. Every strike was clean and efficient, with no wasted motion.

The thugs were utterly powerless against him. They swung their pipes and machetes, only to have them snatched away or easily dodged, followed by a merciless, storm-like barrage of attacks.

In less than two minutes, all twenty-plus thugs were on the ground, clutching their heads or stomachs, wailing and writhing in agony. The courtyard was filled with their cries.

The entire courtyard looked like a battlefield from hell.

Seeing this, Xie Haitao was utterly stunned.

He knew Yang Xun could fight, but he had never imagined he was this terrifyingly strong!

’More than twenty armed men couldn’t even last two minutes? Wiped out by a single person?’

’Is he even human?!’

As Yang Xun slowly walked toward him, Xie Haitao was scared out of his wits. He scrambled backward, his eyes filled with terror.

"Don’t... don’t come any closer!"

Yang Xun stopped in front of Xie Haitao and looked down on him, a disdainful sneer on his lips.

"That’s right. I’m the one who took those things."

Yang Xun’s tone was as casual as if he were commenting on the weather. "What are you going to do? Call the cops?"

Xie Haitao’s face turned livid.

’Call the cops?’

’The origin of those things couldn’t see the light of day. If he dared to call the police, he’d be the first one to get locked up!’

Seeing Xie Haitao’s expression, Yang Xun’s lips curved upward slightly.

’It’s just as we planned. Now Xie Haitao has no choice but to ask the person behind him for help.’

’As long as Xie Haitao goes to the mastermind for aid, the traitor hidden within the Cyan Dragon Gang will be forced to show their face.’

"Do you have any idea who those things belong to?!"

Xie Haitao sat on the ground and roared, his face a mask of savagery, "They belong to someone you can’t afford to provoke! It’s not too late if you hand them over now. If you make him come for you himself, you won’t even know what hit you!"

"Ooh, I’m so scared."

With a mocking expression, Yang Xun lifted his foot and stomped on Xie Haitao’s chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

He bent down, his gaze icy as he looked at Xie Haitao, and said dismissively, "Then tell him to come see me."

With that, Yang Xun pressed down harder. The pain contorted Xie Haitao’s face, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it, not daring to talk back.

"RING RING RING!"

Just then, the phone in Yang Xun’s pocket suddenly began to ring.

He took it out and saw it was an unknown number.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Yang Xun frowned slightly and answered the call.

"Jyeh heh heh..."

However, no one on the other end spoke. There was only a strange and sinister laugh.

The laugh was low and raspy, enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

The caller laughed for several seconds but still didn’t say a word.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Yang Xun’s fingers tightened around his phone as a sudden, inexplicable sense of unease welled up from deep within him.