The Buddha said—
A finger snap is sixty instants, and in one instant, nine hundred dissolutions.
Chen Jinzhao seized the fleeting opportunity, took two steps back, and threw a punch that landed squarely on Atimu's knee.
Before Atimu could react, he was sent flying by the immense force.
Amidst the screams, the sound of bone shattering could be heard.
Chen Jinzhao did not let up. He quickly moved forward and stomped on Atimu's palm. Atimu knew his knee had been shattered by Chen Jinzhao's punch and that he was no match for him.
He quickly surrendered, "I surrender! Please be merciful!"
Chen Jinzhao smiled, "I already have been."
Had he gone all out, Atimu would have been killed by Chen Jinzhao's punch, with no chance to speak.
Before Atimu could comprehend what he meant, Chen Jinzhao applied force to his foot, crushing Atimu's palm bones. Atimu let out a pig-like shriek that nearly pierced everyone's eardrums.
"You overestimated yourself and offended me."
"Now I've broken your palm. Are you convinced?"
Large beads of cold sweat slid down Atimu's forehead. Hearing Chen Jinzhao's words, he endured the pain and said, "I, I am convinced! I am convinced!"
Chen Jinzhao kicked him towards the doorway. "Then get out!"
Atimu stumbled to his feet and hopped away on his remaining leg, with no one daring to stop him.
A suffocating atmosphere descended upon the villa.
Even more stifling than before.
Xu Yaoyao began to clap, happily saying, "Brother Jinzhao is so amazing, his prowess is undiminished."
Yu Mengzhi let out a long sigh of relief, the farce finally over.
Su Jinghui stared at Chen Jinzhao with a face full of horror, unsure if Chen Jinzhao was human or ghost.
Such a formidable Muay Thai master was defeated by Chen Jinzhao's single punch. He was certain that even his entire team would be no match for Chen Jinzhao.
He panicked.
His body trembled involuntarily.
Sun Hanfei also swallowed hard, having never seen anyone so fierce in his life.
"Su Jinghui, do you have anything else to say?" Chen Jinzhao asked with a smile.
Su Jinghui instinctively retreated a few steps. Only when he could retreat no further did he feign composure and say, "Chen Jinzhao, I admit you have some skill, but what's the use?"
"Flesh and blood cannot withstand firearms!"
"I didn't intend to use this trump card, but you were too aggressive, forcing me to draw my sword."
"Die!"
*Clack!*
Su Jinghui pulled out a gun and aimed it at Chen Jinzhao's forehead.
Yu Mengzhi and Xu Yaoyao's faces tensed again. Neither dared to breathe too deeply, fearing they might startle Su Jinghui and cause the gun to misfire.
"Su, do you know you're committing a crime? Illegally possessing a firearm is punishable by law!" Xu Yaoyao shouted coldly, hoping to calm Su Jinghui down.
Yu Mengzhi also said, "Put the gun down first. If it misfires, no one will be in a good situation."
However.
Su Jinghui had gone mad.
He roared, "All of you, shut up! I will kill Chen Jinzhao today, no matter what. Who made him an obstacle in my path? You'd best behave, or don't blame me if the gun goes off."
Yu Mengzhi's heart sank to the bottom as she tried to figure out a solution.
Chen Jinzhao's anger was completely ignited, his gaze turning cold. "Su Jinghui, do you know what you are doing?"
"Put the gun down now, and there's still a way back."
Su Jinghui laughed heartily, his face filled with mockery. "Are you scared? Of course, who wouldn't fear firearms? No matter how strong you are, you must show some respect to the handgun in my hand."
"Kneel down for me."
"I'll give you ten seconds, or I'll shoot."
"Of course."
"I won't kill you directly, but I'll break all your limbs, and then I'll make you watch me and Yu Mengzhi be intimate."
Yu Mengzhi's face was unsightly. Su Jinghui's heart was indeed vile.
Xu Yaoyao had been silent since being reprimanded by Su Jinghui, contemplating something.
"Ten!"
"Nine!"
"Eight!"
"Seven!"
"..."
Time was running out, and the crisis was escalating.
At this moment.
Xu Yaoyao suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs, "The police are here!"
Su Jinghui immediately panicked, his gaze darting towards the door, fearing the police had indeed arrived.
At the same time.
Chen Jinzhao moved.
He lunged forward and appeared before Su Jinghui. Su Jinghui realized Xu Yaoyao's shout was a diversion. By the time he recovered, Chen Jinzhao was already in front of him.
"You..."
Su Jinghui was terrified.
In the face of Chen Jinzhao's lightning-fast movements, Su Jinghui was as slow as a snail.
Chen Jinzhao grabbed Su Jinghui's wrist and dislocated his arm with a slight exertion. Su Jinghui was thus unable to hold onto the gun, which Chen Jinzhao easily took.
The entire process was seamless, without a single flaw.
"Chen Jinzhao, give me back my gun!" Su Jinghui exclaimed, a mixture of shock and fear.
Chen Jinzhao slapped Su Jinghui across the face and then kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to retch and writhe in pain. He could only lean against the wall and slowly fall to his knees.
From behind.
Xu Yaoyao's voice rang out.
"Trying to run? No way!"
Sun Hanfei, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, tried to disappear into the crowd and escape. However, he was spotted by Xu Yaoyao.
Once discovered by Xu Yaoyao, Sun Hanfei gave up pretending and fled out the door. Xu Yaoyao naturally wouldn't allow it. She casually grabbed an ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at Sun Hanfei. The ashtray seemed to have eyes, hitting Sun Hanfei's knee cavity, causing him to stumble and fall face-first. Xu Yaoyao clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Don't blame me for hitting hard, just behave."
Yu Mengzhi eyed Xu Yaoyao with a strange look.
That move just now clearly required practice to hit so accurately. This young girl was quite capable.
"Brother Jinzhao, my skills are not bad, are they?" Xu Yaoyao asked, seeking praise.
"Our coordination just now was seamless. Doesn't that count as telepathy?"
Chen Jinzhao praised, "You did well."
Actually.
Even without Xu Yaoyao distracting Su Jinghui, Chen Jinzhao could have easily subdued him. However, the girl needed some encouragement. She had lived a special kind of life since childhood, rarely receiving praise from her grandfather, Xu Hancheng.
"Are you alright?" Chen Jinzhao added.
Xu Yaoyao proudly puffed out her chest, "You underestimate me too much. What could possibly happen to me?"
"That's good then."
Afterward.
Chen Jinzhao walked up to Yu Mengzhi and asked with a smile, "Miss Yu, do you have any questions?"
Yu Mengzhi shook her head, feeling that Chen Jinzhao was being sarcastic.
What questions could she possibly have?
Yu Mengzhi suddenly thought of something and looked at Chen Jinzhao's hands, "Is your hand alright?"
She had heard the sound of Atimu's kneecap shattering earlier, but force is reciprocal. Chen Jinzhao's hand might have been injured.
Chen Jinzhao placed his hand in front of Yu Mengzhi, and indeed, there was slight redness and swelling.
"That serious?" Yu Mengzhi exclaimed.
Chen Jinzhao said helplessly, "Do you really think I'm one of the eighteen bronze statues of Shaolin? I'm also flesh and blood. But this minor injury is nothing. You can make me fully recover if you help me do one thing."
"What is it?"
"Kiss me."