Compared to the bustling scene inside, the alley behind the bar appeared dilapidated, dark, and filthy. The scent of corruption gave Tang Yulan, who was already accustomed to it, a sense of belonging, and he slightly curled up the corners of his mouth. In the darkness of the alley, it was as if the devil had opened its mouth, swallowing everything and instilling fear. A sleazy laugh came from a distance, faint but not escaping Tang Yulan's ears. He turned and walked towards the source of the sound. "Get away, don't touch me... Get lost!" After walking more than ten meters, Tang Yulan saw a group of people crouching in the corner, the four hooligans and Hua Qinrou, who was curled up in the corner, protecting herself with her last bit of consciousness. Hua Qinrou's punches and kicks were weak and powerless, posing no threat to the four hooligans. "Damn it, today I'll turn you into a wanton woman," the big man said, grabbing the girl's hair and slapping her with a crisp and loud noise, shouting, "You stinky bitch still resists, pretending to be pure, spread her legs for me!" "Haha... Alright, Third Brother, save some for us after you're done!" "I want to burst her chrysanthemum!" Tang Yulan frowned and said coldly, "Does this make you very happy?"

The burly man felt a jolt in his heart; the voice seemed to have emerged out of nowhere from behind him. He hadn't heard any footsteps before, and he shivered with fear, quickly turning his head around. When he saw that the person approaching was Tang Yulan, the group visibly relaxed, though they were dealing with a timid and cowardly pretty boy. He was anxious, on the verge of enjoying the beauty, and before he could even remove his pants, someone came to spoil the fun. The burly man turned around abruptly, his face contorted with rage, his eyes flashing fiercely. 'Scum, you base your joy and satisfaction on the pain of persecuting vulnerable women,' Tang Yulan said slowly, his voice very cold. 'Bastard dog, don't you look in the mirror before you dare to meddle in other people's business. Believe it or not, I'll stab you to death with one knife.' The three words 'bastard dog' made his expression stiffen. As a child, Tang Yulan's health was extremely poor, nearly leading to an early death. His parents had suffered a great deal for him, and later he was cured by a passing sloppy Taoist priest, who tattooed an incredibly profound pattern on his body using the Big Dipper's positions combined with the structure of his meridians, tendons, and bones. Since then, Tang Yulan's physical fitness had been improving day by day, he had never been sick again, and later joined the army to become a war hero. He smiled gently, his right index finger touching his nose, and said with a laugh, 'What did you just say?' 'Damn it, bastard dog, I'll make you lie down and pick up soap!'

Tang Yulan exhaled a breath, looking as if he felt somewhat more relaxed. He pulled out a soft pack of Lushan cigarettes, and with a flick of his index finger beneath the pack, a cigarette obediently jumped out. At the same time, a burly man let out aHowl in agony，The crotch was suddenly hit by a kick，Howling and jumping up more than a meter high，He covered his lower body and fell to the ground in pain。 cry of agony as a sudden kick struck his groin, sending him hopping over a meter high before he collapsed to the ground, clutching his lower body in pain. Tang Yulan tucked the cigarette between his lips. The remaining three were terrified, their eyes wide with shock, not knowing what had happened. 'Crack!' Another crisp sound followed, as the cervical vertebrae of one thug broke with a snap, his cheek tearing open, a few drops of fresh blood splattering from the wound as his body slumped to the ground. Tang Yulan's right hand somehow held a lighter, which he flicked open, his thumb producing a trail of sparks with a scratch, elegantly lighting the cigarette. Without a sound, Tang Yulan had already taken down two men. One thug's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, paralyzed with fear, his pale face devoid of any color, his body trembling non-stop. He had heard the real deal when Tang Yulan broke his cervical vertebrae with a slap, and he trembled as he lifted his head, saying, 'Big... Big brother, I was wrong... I...' Tang Yulan narrowed his eyes, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and as the first ring of smoke curled out, his right foot struck out like lightning, hitting the thug's chin. The thug's body spun 360 degrees backward in mid-air, crashing to the ground with a thud, not even groaning, his head jerking irregularly backward, his body still convulsing. 'My goodness!'

The last thug was completely terrified, having never seen such a ruthless figure before. He turned and ran, wishing his parents had given him two extra legs. He exerted all his strength, but in Tang Yulan's eyes, he ran slower than a tortoise. Tang Yulan's figure blurred, and with a swift step, he lunged behind the thug, his right hand grabbing directly at the spine. With a fierce eagle claw, he grabbed several vertebrae, causing them to protrude, and the thug's body stiffened, all movement ceasing. Tang Yulan loosened his grip, and the thug collapsed to the ground like a piece of dead meat, dead. The essence of martial arts lies in combat, killing the opponent with the fastest and simplest means, just like Tai Chi, which seems elegant and slow during practice, but is as swift as thunder when it comes to actual fighting. Tang Yulan's strength was extremely powerful, which determined his exceptional speed and explosive power. This formidable strength reached its peak when he was eighteen years old and was maintained for two years before slowly declining. That was the most glorious time when he became the 'King of Soldiers.' Despite his seemingly frail appearance, he weighed a full 120 kilograms, his muscles filled with explosive power, and the density of his muscle fibers was enough to amaze any medical expert. His powerful neural reflexes and explosive strength allowed him to easily perform actions that athletes train for over a decade to accomplish, and even to do so more complexly and cleverly. However, in the following year, Tang Yulan felt his weight beginning to decline. During the three years he was in prison, he thought of various methods, but none could change the fact that his weight was decreasing.

To his surprise, his weight was now only a little over ninety kilograms. Perhaps only by finding the scruffy old Taoist priest who saved him at that time could these matters be resolved. Tang Yulan sighed leisurely and walked up to the lady, looking at the big man clutching his groin and convulsing non-stop, he said, 'Do you know why I didn't kill you? Because sometimes living is more painful than death.' Then, he lifted his leg and kicked the big man in the lower abdomen, sending him flying like a cannonball. After crashing to the ground with a thud, the big man rolled a few times and lay motionless. When Su Qinrou woke up, she was already lying in the hospital. After asking the nurse, she learned that it was the man in ordinary clothes who had brought her here. She vaguely remembered the fragmented scenes from last night. 'Brother Tang!' Finally, Hua Qinrou gently bit her almost bloodless lips and called out the name that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, and a tear involuntarily flowed down.