The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 254 Entrust

"Crash—" With that sound,

the red-haired youth flipped the table over and shouted angrily from his throat, "Old man, either cough up thirty thousand bucks right now and never set up your stall here again, or pay two thousand a month in protection money so you can stay here unharmed, or choose the third option, where we send your old bones to meet the King of Hell for free."

As the red-haired youth overturned the table, a bowl of wontons that was on it was also knocked over. Chenfeng had only taken two bites of those wontons! The previously good mood was completely ruined by these five bastards.

"Kid, didn’t you see we’re busy? Get lost right now," the red-haired youth yelled at Chenfeng, who was sitting on the chair, seemingly indifferent.

Chenfeng’s mouth curled up slightly as he stood up from the chair, his dark eyes fixed on the red-haired youth as he said coldly, "I sure won’t be getting lost. How about you roll away first and show me how it’s done?"

"Damn it, you blind fool, it seems you need a lesson," the red-haired youth, with a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth, swung his right fist towards Chenfeng’s cheek. In his view, Chenfeng’s thin body and fair complexion made him look just like a pretty-boy!

With a "slap!" Chenfeng’s palm blocked the punch of the red-haired youth, and his palm instantly contracted, tightly enveloping the fist of the red-haired youth within his grasp.

As the grip tightened, chilling "crack, crack" sounds came from Chenfeng’s palm. The red-haired youth’s back arched like a bow, his forehead covered with dense sweat, his face twisted in extreme agony as he gave a heartrending cry, "Ah, ah, ah!"

Chenfeng let go of the red-haired youth’s fist and kicked hard into his stomach. The red-haired youth’s body rolled away like a soccer ball until it came to a stop against a wall at the side of the street.

"Looks like you’re the one more suited to getting lost," Chenfeng said nonchalantly.

The red-haired youth felt all the bones in his right hand were broken, and his whole body seemed to fall apart. He was somewhat of a small-time leader; when had he ever endured such humiliation? Enduring the pain, he bellowed, "You guys, get him for me, chop him to death."

Upon hearing the red-haired youth’s command, the other four youths with knives in hand pressed in on Chenfeng from all sides, their blades slicing down towards Chenfeng’s head from four different directions.

When the knife blades were only one centimeter away from Chenfeng’s head, no matter how much force the four youths exerted, they couldn’t move their knives any further.

As the four knives were swinging down at Chenfeng’s head, he released the Soul Force within his body, extended his right hand effortlessly, and drew the four knives into his palm.

Chenfeng crossed the four knives together, twisted them into the shape of an iron ball, and sneered, "Can’t even hold a knife steady, and you try to play the tough guy?"

With four consecutive kicks, he knocked the four stunned youths to the ground. Dealing with these punks was an overkill for Chenfeng, like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The red-haired youth who had rolled to the wall, upon witnessing Chenfeng’s strength, realized he’d bitten off more than he could chew, "Kid, don’t get too cocky. Do you know who we are? We are... mmm, mmm—"

Before the red-haired youth could finish, Chenfeng walked up to him and stepped directly on his mouth, rubbing his shoe sole back and forth aggressively over it.

"I don’t care who you are! Even if the Heavenly King himself showed up, I’d treat him just the same," Chenfeng said, shrugging his shoulders.

The shrill sound of police sirens grew from faint to loud, reaching this street. It was then that the sixty-year-old owner of the wonton stall came to his senses and walked over to Ye Chenfeng, advising, "Young man, since you’re just visiting Yun City, you might not want to stir up trouble. Better leave quickly!"

While the elderly vendor was speaking with Ye Chenfeng, the red-haired youth and his companions struggled to their feet and, with faltering steps, started to run off into the distance.

Ye Chenfeng was about to give chase when the elderly vendor grabbed him, "Young man, this wasn’t your concern to begin with. These people can’t be handled by you alone. I can tell you’re a good person, but these days, even good people don’t necessarily get rewarded for their deeds."

Ye Chenfeng expressed his gratitude for the elderly vendor’s concern. He knew this gang likely wouldn’t let the matter rest, and since he had already intervened, there was no reason not to follow through. Consequently, he found a nearby hostel to stay in.

After settling briefly in his room, evening neared. Chenfeng decided to go back to the elderly vendor’s stall to have a bowl of wontons and give the vendor his mobile number, telling him to contact him immediately if any trouble arose.

However, when Ye Chenfeng arrived at the wonton stall, he saw about twenty young men surrounding the vendor and beating him mercilessly. Some were even stabbing the elderly vendor repeatedly with knives and daggers.

The owners of the surrounding snack stalls kept their heads down, pretending not to see. They knew that if they intervened, they would become the next victims, and besides, in today’s society, there were very few who still possessed the courage to stand up for justice.

Ye Chenfeng had not expected the gang to seek revenge so swiftly and so viciously. After all, the wonton stall owner was just a man in his sixties—how could they not feel any remorse for their actions?

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot. With a flash, he dove into the crowd, grabbed a cleaver, and began to swing it. His movements were so fast, they were practically a blur. In less than a minute, the dozen or so thugs were nearly all sent to their demise. For such inhumane wretches, Ye Chenfeng felt no need to hold back.

Ye Chenfeng crouched down and lifted the body of the elderly vendor, whose clothes were completely soaked in blood. Blood continuously bubbled from his chest; the cleavers and daggers had pierced many of his vital organs, even his heart.

Ye Chenfeng immediately infused Soul Force into the elderly vendor’s body; however, his life force was fading fast, so much that not even Ye Chenfeng’s Soul Force could repair his damaged organs in time. If the old man could have held on for another hour or two, Ye Chenfeng was confident he could save him. However, given the elderly man’s condition, he could at most hold on for another couple of minutes. How could Ye Chenfeng save him? Even if the Heavenly King himself came down, it would probably be in vain.

The vendor’s eyelids flickered open slightly, and with all his strength, he croaked, "Young man, may I... may I ask you for a favor? I have a granddaughter who is currently in her third year at Yun City’s Number One High School, in class three. For many years, it’s been just the two of us. She’s the one I can least bear to leave behind, and there’s no reliable relative in Yun City I can entrust her to."

"Young man, I can see you’re a good person. Here’s my bank card, and the girl in this photo is my granddaughter. The numbers written on the back are the card’s PIN. Over the years, I’ve managed to save some money—it’s enough to support my granddaughter through college. All I ask is that you look out for her these next few years."

With shaking hands covered in blood, the elderly vendor took a photo and a bank card out of his pocket.

"Young man, I beg you..."

Before he could finish his last sentence, the elderly vendor’s eyes bulged, and he left this world for good.

Ye Chenfeng gently closed the vendor’s eyelids. He knew that had it not been for his intervention against those thugs, the elderly man would not have met such a fate. As for the elderly vendor’s last wish, Ye Chenfeng would definitely fulfill it.

For the vendor to have shown such trust in Chenfeng, a complete stranger, even sharing his bank PIN, filled him with a sense of warmth. Moreover, he felt a twinge of guilt towards the kind-hearted old man. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)