The Spanish man looked around the furnishings of the small clinic and couldn't help but curiously ask:

"When I heard my subordinates report the whereabouts of these guys, I was puzzled as to why there would be such a clinic in this place."

"Just now when I came in and saw the guys on the bed, I realized, perhaps this clinic is specifically opened for people like them, right?"

Regardless of what Yang Yan's intentions are, this Spanish man managed to see through it; the Asian youth before him truly had skills.

It's known that those who come to this clinic are typically not ordinary people.

And the illnesses they come to treat, of course, aren't simple.

"Just trying to make a living," Yang Yan said casually, "Besides, I saw there wasn't a hospital nearby, so I figured I'd set up a clinic here. It's beneficial for everyone, why not?"

The Spanish man was right, the clinic wasn't originally intended for ordinary people.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be situated here.

You know, Yang Yan searched for quite a while; this place is a passage those walking on the edge must pass, and coincidentally a facade was available for rent.

"Forget it, I don't care why you opened up shop here; I just want to take these guys back and properly ask who sent them to kill me."

As he spoke, the Spanish man's face turned sinister.

"Uh... Do you not have an illness or something? You want to take my patients away right in front of me? Do you think that's possible?"

Yang Yan rolled his eyes exaggeratedly and spoke with an annoyed tone.

"Oh? So it means you intend to meddle in this matter? Do you know how many people are involved behind this? Are you sure you want to get involved?"

The Spanish man asked with a cold smile.

Even though he didn't know who Yang Yan really was or his background, he couldn't possibly let these guys trying to kill him walk away.

"Stop with the nonsense. Let's make it simple! I'm definitely not letting you take them away."

"If you're dissatisfied, you can go be dissatisfied elsewhere."

"If you want to fight, I can guarantee you this, none of those who start a fight will be able to walk out."

Yang Yan said somewhat impatiently.

"Interesting! I really want to see what you're capable of! Managing to keep that kind of beauty by your side all the time!"

"Surely, you must have something unique, right? Truly makes one anticipate!"

After finishing, the Spanish man waved his hand to the people behind him.

Damn!

This guy's still fixated on Wang Xue?

What kind of impression did Wang Xue leave on this guy...

It's been over two years, yet he's still obsessed with her!

Yang Yan couldn't help but look at the man with a bit of surprise.

The opponent didn't give Yang Yan much time to think, as he waved his hand, someone was already charging at Yang Yan from behind him.

In the clinic, the space was of course limited; coupled with the rapid speed of these guys, only in the blink of an eye, they were in front of Yang Yan.

"Tsk tsk! Quite rude! This kind of attack, if it were a regular person, they'd probably end up dead!"

At that moment, one person had already rushed to Yang Yan's front.

With one hand raised, he immediately executed an elbow strike, and aimed directly at Yang Yan's temple.

If this hit landed, it would have likely been fatal for a regular person.

Thud!

Yang Yan raised his left hand casually, effortlessly blocking the elbow strike.

"Oh! Indeed, you've got some skills! But if it's just this, you might be in for a tough day today."

The man standing by, watching the fight, flashed a hint of surprise upon seeing Yang Yan effortlessly block the attack, but soon sneer as he spoke.

"What a joke! You really think these few failures are worth anything? With such losers, I could take on a hundred without breaking a sweat, you believe it?"

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, showing a displeased expression.

"Is that so?"

The Spanish man chuckled coldly:

"In that case, go ahead and make a move. If these guys aren't enough, I've got plenty more outside."

"I can't guarantee a hundred, but there's definitely seventy or eighty. Feel free to fight, hit as much as you want."

Yang Yan also began to laugh:

"Alright! Hope the ones you brought are numerous and strong enough, don't disappoint me! It's been ages since I had the chance to loosen up a bit."

While speaking, Yang Yan didn't relax his grip in the least.

He raised his arm and delivered a fierce elbow strike towards the opponent's temple.

Moreover, whether in speed or strength, he's on a whole other level compared to this man.

Thud!

With a muffled thud, the man was directly knocked to the ground by Yang Yan, his life or death unknown.

"Keep going! Don't just freeze there, hurry up!"

"I dared to open this clinic, naturally, I've mentally prepared for all sorts of situations."

"So, don't worry about my feelings! Keep going! Since it's a fight, make it a real one."

Yang Yan didn't even glance at the man he floored, instead he looked at the others with an arrogant challenge.

The Spanish man shouted angrily:

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear him say he's not had enough?"

"Usually bragging about how tough you are, how come now when he's provoking you, you're cowards? Get moving!"

With the Spanish man's words, everyone behind him rushed towards Yang Yan.

"Really think you're tough because of numbers? These weaklings, what can they do?"

Yang Yan scoffed.

Though he spoke, he was also ready to act.

With a flick of his hand, the silver needles on the leader's body flew back, and he caught them in his hand.

"Ah—"

With a shrill scream, all those charging at Yang Yan collapsed instantly, writhing in agony on the ground.

Yang Yan, the instigator, was squatting next to a man, continuously making gestures with the silver needle in his hand.

"How's the taste of the Golden Needle Acupoint Stimulation? This is authentic Huaxia medicine!"

Yang Yan spoke with a harmless smile, tauntingly.

The Spanish man's smile froze completely as he watched his people be taken down by Yang Yan as if they were dry sticks.

He looked seriously at Yang Yan and said gravely:

"Huaxia Martial Artist? And at a high level as well."

Yang Yan nodded lightly, smiling as he said:

"How to say, strictly speaking, I'm not a Huaxia Martial Artist because I haven't systematically studied those martial arts; just half-trained."

"But you should be thankful I'm not. Otherwise, these guys wouldn't just be writhing on the ground so simply."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.