Urban Wolf King Chapter 152 - 152 152 Kicking the Ball

152: Chapter 152 Kicking the Ball 152: Chapter 152 Kicking the Ball With a single command from Master Hei, four strong n rushed out from behind him.

The attire of these four was extrely peculiar.

They wore thick gloves, heavy winter clothes, scarves around their necks, and masks and sunglasses on their faces.

From head to toe, not a single patch of skin was left exposed on these four n.

It turned out that Master Hei had already made plans before coming.

Since Wang Yan’s silver needles could immobilize people, they wrapped themselves entirely so that Wang Yan’s needles couldn’t penetrate, leaving Wang Yan helpless.

Moreover, Master Hei was decisive and ruthless.

As soon as he reached the Three Principles Hall, he said nothing unnecessary, using the claim that Wang Yan’s treatnt had killed soone, he directly sent four n forward.

Officially, they were smashing the sign, but in reality, they aid to restrain Wang Yan.

With four n tackling one Wang Yan, and Wang Yan unable to use his silver needles, they could easily subdue him, then bind him and take him back to their headquarters.

The whole process wouldn’t even take a few minutes.

By the ti everyone understood, it would be too late to find Wang Yan.

When Wang Yan disappeared, it could be brushed off as an act of revenge by disgruntled relatives of patients.

If this event were to spread, it would just be seen as a dical dispute, leaving no culpability that could be traced back to them.

Though Master Hei had dark skin, his mind was remarkably ticulous, and his heart even darker than his face.

This plan was flawless.

Sure enough, when this group rushed over carrying a “corpse”, everyone present was shocked, genuinely believing that Wang Yan had killed soone.

Even Sun Da and San were uncertain, wondering if Wang Yan had really made a mistake with the dication.

While Sun Da’s four disciples were secretly pleased, standing by and watching coldly to see what their “little master” would do about this situation.

As everyone hesitated, the four heavily ard n pushed aside the patients in line, stord into the Three Principles Hall, and lunged at Wang Yan, with Master Hei following, blocking the doorway.

The dozens of n behind him carrying that “corpse” surrounded them, sealing off the already small entrance of the Three Principles Hall tightly.

Seeing his plan co to fruition, Master Hei arrogantly shouted, “A quack dares to practice dicine recklessly and killed my brother; you must pay with your life.”

As he spoke, Master Hei lifted his foot and kicked the wooden door of the Three Principles Hall, which was made of several old wooden boards nailed together.

The door was already dilapidated and couldn’t withstand Master Hei’s kick; it shattered like paper, and the broken wood pieces scattered all over.

At this mont, the four heavily ard n had reached Wang Yan.

One of them raised a hand and used a thick glove to cover the Silver Needle Package on the table.

Seeing the silver needles being covered, the remaining three n sighed in relief.

Even though they wore thick winter clothes, they were sowhat afraid of Wang Yan’s silver needles, but seeing them restrained, the other three n beca audacious.

The three n, like wolves surrounding a little rabbit, sneered as they rushed toward Wang Yan.

Sun Da, trapped inside, turned ashen as he realized Wang Yan was in danger, but fear of Master Hei and his followers paralyzed him.

San took a half-step forward, trying to snatch back the Silver Needle Package, but after stepping out two steps, he was pushed back by one of the strong n, crashing into the wall and falling to the ground.

With this collision, San felt as if his breath was knocked out of him, paralyzing him montarily.

At this mont, San glimpsed Master Hei standing at the door, imdiately stunned.

Having lived on Eight Great Street, San had long known about Master Hei.

One could say Master Hei was like the despot of the entire Eight Great Street; in San’s eyes, Master Hei was a figure untouchable and sovereign.

Seeing Master Hei in person drove San to despair.

The physical pain combined with his ntal shock left him pale, as if facing death.

With his last ounce of strength, San scread hoarsely, “Brother Wang Yan, quick, escape—”

But by now, Wang Yan was surrounded by the three strong n, his formidable silver needles pinned to the table by one of them.

At this point, in everyone’s eyes, Wang Yan seed trapped in a dead-end, with no hope of turning the tide.

Yet, looking at Wang Yan again, facing Master Hei and his n who had stord in, he continued to sit at the table, motionless.

San, Sun Da, and the others stood behind Wang Yan, unable to see his expression, believing he was scared silly like them.

But if they stood where they could see Wang Yan’s face, they’d be shocked by his expression.

Since Master Hei’s arrival, Wang Yan’s expression had darkened, and by the ti Master Hei kicked down the door and the strong n toppled San, Wang Yan’s face had turned completely cold, even revealing a murderous intent in his eyes.

After coming to Eight Great Street, Wang Yan was vexed by constant harassnt.

Hence, Wang Yan decided this ti he would teach them a lesson they’d never forget.

At this mont, the three strong n were already in front of Wang Yan.

Master Hei had chosen them carefully, each over one ter eighty and weighing over two hundred pounds.

Especially wearing their winter clothes, they seed taller and stronger.

In anyone’s eyes, not to ntion three, even one could handle Wang Yan with ease.

At this mont, the first of the strong n had raised his hand, reaching for Wang Yan’s neck.

Seeing this, a cruel smile appeared on Master Hei’s face.

Just then, Wang Yan, who hadn’t moved, raised his hand towards the first strong man’s wrist.

Seeing Wang Yan daring to resist, Master Hei’s mouth curled into a disdainful smile.

However, that smirk froze on Master Hei’s face imdiately.

Because, when Wang Yan’s hand clutched the strong man’s wrist, the man scread in pain as if caught by pliers.

And then, lightly seated on the chair, Wang Yan lifted his foot and kicked the man in the stomach.

The man was instantly kicked airborne, flying up so that both his feet left the ground, striking the two n behind him.

Even though the man flew, Wang Yan didn’t release his hold on the man’s wrist.

So after flying, the man was dragged back down, kneeling at Wang Yan’s feet.

As soon as the man knelt, Wang Yan kicked again, sending him airborne once more.

The man was kicked upwards and downwards repeatedly, and though he weighed over two hundred pounds, in Wang Yan’s hands, he seed as light as a balloon.

The expression on the man’s face was one of extre agony, contorted to the point of distortion, unable to scream from the perpetual kicks up and down.

Seeing a man over two hundred pounds, handled by Wang Yan as if catching a little chick, Master Hei and his n shrank back in fear, their gaze at Wang Yan now filled with terror.