Chapter 28: One Against Twenty

South Horse, North Deer, East Bear, West Wolf.

The four men, each with a distinct character.

Lu Youwei, the North Deer, was a cautious and meticulous person.

He lived on the thirty-third floor, but the thirty-first and thirty-second floors were occupied by his subordinates. The common areas were all equipped with surveillance cameras, and he had a trusted aide constantly monitoring them. At the slightest sign of anything amiss, it would be reported immediately. For instance, when Shen Ye entered the thirty-first floor and instantly knocked out the two thugs guarding the elevator, the cameras naturally caught it all.

When Shen Ye killed Scarface, Lu Youwei had already issued a flurry of orders, instructing the twenty-odd men stationed on those two floors to grab machetes, steel pipes, and storm toward Room 3101 with fierce momentum.

“Brothers, get in there! Wearing some freakish mask and daring to break into our headquarters—does he think he’s Superman?” The speaker was a towering man, nearly two meters tall, bare-chested with a dragon tattoo. He was One Dragon, Lu Youwei’s fierce lieutenant—a man both able to fight and kill. It was he who led the charge this time.

They rushed to the door of 3101 and looked inside.

Inside was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

A blood-soaked corpse.

And a young man wearing a mask.

“Damn, he really killed someone.”

“No joke—he actually killed him.”

“Shit, Scarface is dead just like that.”

Hearing these shouts from his men, One Dragon waved his hand fiercely. “Don’t hold back today! Hack this guy to death, then wrap him in cement and dump him in the sea. The boss said, anyone who dares barge in here dies!”

“Right!” Most of his men shouted in agreement. After all, one man killing means risking the death penalty, but so many attacking together—who’s going to get punished?

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Shen Ye naturally saw the twenty-odd men charging toward him.

One against twenty?

It was an experience he’d never had before.

But looking at his own physical condition and attributes...

Shen Ye, Hero, first job change.

Level: Two.

Faction: Justice.

Attributes:

Mental Power 1.5 (Normal adult male is 1. The higher the mental power, the stronger the magic one can wield.)

Strength 4 (Normal adult male is 1.)

Agility 2.3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: The higher the agility, the faster movement and attack speed.)

Defense 3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: The higher the defense, the less damage taken when attacked.)

Constitution 3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: The higher the constitution, the better stamina, and the quicker recovery after injury.)

With these attributes, just his strength alone was four times that of a normal person.

A regular adult could lift a hundred pounds; he could lift four hundred.

This wasn’t merely a difference in quantity—it was a difference in quality.

He could easily crush any opponent. Why fear these petty thugs?

However, there were two troubles.

First, he didn’t have a weapon, while the thirty men opposite wielded steel pipes and other weapons—somewhat tricky.

Second, behind him stood his sister-in-law, Wen Xiuting. If he dodged during the fight, Wen Xiuting could easily get hurt.

What to do?

Just then, one thug rushed in fastest, nearly reaching him.

Shen Ye leaned his body to the right, easily dodging the machete in the thug’s hand, and grabbed the thug’s wrist.

With a clang, Shen Ye’s powerful grip forced the thug to drop the machete, which clattered to the floor.

Shen Ye then used his strength—four times greater than an adult’s—to lift the thug up, swinging him around like a weapon.

Using a person as a weapon is only possible when one possesses extraordinary strength.

Shen Ye’s actions brimmed with dominance, reminiscent of a king lifting a cauldron.

The poor thug, face pale, dizzy from being hoisted upside down. He’d fought in at least ten street battles, but never had he been used as a weapon. The only way to describe his mood: “I feel miserable.”

The other thugs had all fought in street brawls, but none had ever seen such a scene—someone wielding a man as a weapon.

They couldn’t help but pause, but their momentum was too great. Unable to stop, their machetes and steel pipes landed heavily on the first thug.

Only a few managed to pull back.

“Ah!” The first thug, struck by multiple weapons, let out a miserable scream and fainted.

Taking advantage of the moment when their attack was halted, Shen Ye swung the thug’s body, spinning rapidly to sweep the front.

In that cluster, seven or eight thugs were present. A couple, sensing danger, managed to dodge out of the way.

But the remaining five or six were all struck.

Shen Ye’s immense strength sent all five or six flying.

Essentially, these five or six lost all combat ability.

Without giving the others a chance to react, Shen Ye stepped forward and again swung the thug’s body like a weapon, sweeping through the crowd.

His attack was like a storm.

Another five or six thugs were struck and sent flying.

From over twenty thugs, he cleared out a dozen in moments, leaving only a handful.

Originally, the thugs were fierce, ready to tear Shen Ye apart.

Now, they’d lost their courage, shrinking back, faces filled with fear.

“Oh, so you’re not charging anymore?” Shen Ye sneered, like an eagle among chicks.

He casually tossed the unconscious thug to the ground, then stepped forward at lightning speed, reaching the remaining ten or so thugs. Grabbing another nearby thug, he swung him around, sweeping in all directions—like a king crushing his foes—knocking down another five or six.

Repeating the process, in moments, only two remained standing.

Those two weren’t fools; they turned to flee.

But Shen Ye wouldn’t let them get away. He stepped forward like a tiger, reaching them in an instant, and struck with both elbows, sending the two flying.

By now, every one of the twenty-odd thugs had been knocked down—none left standing.

Some were unconscious; some still awake.

(There will be another chapter around midnight tonight.)