"Ah!!!"

Capital City, South District, Carter Club.

Receiving Li Daniu's call for help, Ye Huan immediately drove over.

Just as he got out of the car, he heard a very piercing scream coming from inside the club!

Walking into the club lobby, Ye Huan saw the scene before him and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

The club was lavishly decorated, with walls and floors made of high-quality amethyst, and the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the lobby's ceiling was evidently very expensive.

At this moment, over a thousand burly thugs with dragon tattoos on their muscular arms, holding steel rods, were lined up in an orderly manner under the chandelier, to the right of a temporary large fighting ring of a hundred square meters.

They looked at the short man in samurai attire on the ring, with a long sword at his waist, sweat like grains of rice continuously beading on their foreheads!

"Shhh——"

The referee on the ring blew the whistle!

The Japanese moved so quickly that it was almost impossible to see an afterimage, as he confronted a panicked thug holding an iron rod, trembling all over, eyes filled with fear!

He lifted his toe!

With lightning speed, he kicked out fiercely!

"Bang!"

The Japanese kicked directly at the thug's crotch!

"Crack!"

The sound of cracking eggs echoed!

The thug bent over, clutching his crotch, eyes nearly popping out, his face instantly turning a blue-purple color!

The next second...

"Ah!!!!!!!"

The agonizing pain from his crotch made him collapse on the ring like the other ten or so thugs, clutching his crotch and letting out a horrifying scream!

Watching this scene, the thousand or so thugs to the right of the ring all involuntarily twitched at the corners of their eyes, feeling a chill below!

Opposite them, to the left of the ring, more than thirty men in samurai attire, with long swords at their waists, looked on with ridicule!

"You Huaxia barbarians truly are weak!" The Japanese retracted his toe, with eyes full of contempt, giving the thugs a big middle finger!

Instantly, the thugs were enraged!

But no one dared to step forward and fight!

The ten or so people who went up just now couldn't take even one move, instantly left impotent by the kicks, who could withstand that!

"If anyone has guts, come up here. I'm in a good mood today, and I'll keep kicking until you're all impotent! If no one has the guts, then be smart and get out! The South District is ours now!"

The Japanese said with disdain.

No one answered!

Who would dare go up?

This Japanese is simply a ball-kicking demon!

He made it clear; anyone who goes up, comes down impotent!

The eggs would get kicked to pieces!

Too ruthless!

But in the end, a desperate-looking thug, forced by a middle-aged man with a gun from the back of the crowd, stepped onto the ring!

Meanwhile.

Ye Huan, who had already slipped into the crowd of thugs, with hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the Samurai sword at the waist of this Japanese man on the stage, showed a hint of interest on his face.

Ye Huan could tell at a glance that this man's strength had reached the Jonin level.

He looked no older than thirty.

To have advanced to Jonin at this age, his talent was quite outstanding within Orochi, and he indeed had the qualifications to be one of the heirs of the Kameda Clan.

The high-ranking dark force of Japan - Orochi.

Rather than calling it a force, it's more of an alliance composed of eight great ninja families in Japan, dominated by the top three strongest families, and the slightly weaker bottom five families!

These eight ninja families would select the juniors with the strongest martial arts talent as family heir candidates for concentrated training; the best performers with the exceptional talent would ultimately inherit the family!

These heirs held a very high status within Orochi because, with their martial arts talent, even if they couldn't become the top combat power in Orochi, they would surely become a mainstay.

To emphasize the heirs' nobility, each family would have a long Samurai sword carved with the family totem made of extremely rare materials, which they would carry with them.

The Kameda Clan is one of the bottom five, with two Divine Ninjas, several Jonin, and countless lower-ranked Ninjas under their command!

Family Totem - Ninja Turtle!

The Samurai sword at the waist of the Japanese man had a gold-plated hilt, with a fierce, ruthless-eyed evil turtle engraved on it, exuding menace!

Clearly, he was one of the heirs of the Kameda Clan!

"Crack!"

The sound of cracking eggs echoed throughout the scene once more!

The thug, forced onto the stage earlier, had his crotch kicked, and after letting out a rooster-like scream of pain, he fainted while clutching his crotch!

Cracked eggs, life lost!

The Japanese laughed mockingly.

Soon.

Another thug was forced at gunpoint to step onto the stage, tears in his eyes!

Ye Huan frowned, coming back to his senses, his gaze sweeping over the dozen fainted people on the stage and was relieved not to see Li Daniu.

It seemed he wasn't too late.

Ye Huan then scanned the crowd of thugs.

Finally, his gaze settled at the back of the crowd.

"Daniu, Uncle really has no choice but to want you to step in for a while! Uncle can't bear it either, Uncle's heart aches too, but for the Rose Gang, for Master Ba, for the peace of the underground industries in the South District, you have to hold on for a while!"

"Rest assured, Uncle will surely prepare the best medical resources for you to ensure you won't be impotent."

"Besides, if you want to make money under me, shouldn't you help me out in this urgent situation?"

The middle-aged man spoke earnestly, but the pistol twirled rapidly around his index finger.

The meaning was clear: if you don't want to go up there, think carefully if you can take a bullet!

Li Daniu shivered, his voice trembling: "Uncle Fan, I... I don't want to make this money anymore, I... I'll go work elsewhere..."

"Oh, is that so, are you sure?"

Fan Tong pulled back the slide on his pistol with a click, showing an innocent smile.

Li Daniu only felt a chill rush from his feet to his Celestial Spirit, and his heart sank.

But he still mustered the courage to say, "Uncle Fan, I... I know Ye..."

"Ye who? Don't tell me you know the Crown Prince - Ye Huan." Fan Tong sneered, interrupting Li Daniu.

"I... I really know Ye Huan..."

"Then let me tell you, even if you said you knew the Crown Prince and even if the Crown Prince came here today to speak for you, it wouldn't work, I'm not giving him face! Today, you have to step up as a cannon fodder for me!" Fan Tong said viciously, pressing a gun firmly against Li Daniu's forehead!

Though the Crown Prince had indeed visited Xiangyang Village a few days ago, Fan Tong absolutely did not believe that the Crown Prince would stoop to the level of befriending a farmer like Li Daniu.

Saying such harsh words was just for show since the Crown Prince wasn't aware...

But just then.

A hand reached from the left, pushing away the gun from Li Daniu's forehead.

Li Daniu turned his head to look, filled with ecstatic joy: "Young Master Ye!?"