"You little punk, are you f***ing blind? You actually dared to hit my car? Do you even know who I am?" The young man spat out a string of curses as he walked up behind Ye Fei.
Ye Fei ignored him completely, focusing instead on resetting the elderly woman's broken bone. He had never formally studied dicine, but with a master healer like Dongfang Ruolan around, he had picked up quite a bit. In fact, his theoretical knowledge even surpassed hers in so areas, so handling a simple fracture was no problem at all.
The young man's face darkened when he saw Ye Fei ignoring him. He raised his voice and barked, "Listen up! My last na is Zhang. My father is Director Zhang from the Bureau of Comrce. Damn it, trying to scam ? You must have a death wish!"
Ye Fei finished resetting the elderly woman's leg and stood up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned toward the arrogant young man. He spoke in a calm, indifferent tone. "So, this is the kind of governnt official we have in Wanghai?"
"Cut the bullsh*t! Pay for my car!" The young man shouted, clearly furious at being ignored. He sneered and added, "And quit pretending. You think you can just pop a bone back into place like that? What a joke."
"Oh? You don't believe I can set a bone?" Ye Fei's eyes narrowed even further, but a dangerous glint flashed in them.
"F*** y—AHHHH!"
Before the insult could leave his mouth, the young man let out a bloodcurdling scream. Ye Fei had kicked him square in the shin, and with a sickening crack, his tibia snapped clean in two, forming an unnatural V-shape forward.
As the watching crowd gasped, Ye Fei crouched down next to the now-crippled young man, smiling faintly as if making casual conversation. "So, tell —does that feel like a fracture?"
The young man was in so much pain that he couldn't even answer. He writhed on the ground, clutching his leg, screaming like he wanted to die.
Ye Fei turned to the crowd and asked, "What do you all think? Does he have a broken leg now?"
No one dared to et his gaze. They quickly looked away, muttering to themselves—there was no need to ask; the injury was obvious.
Ye Fei didn't care for bystanders like these, but that was just the way things were. He sighed and turned his attention back to the young man. "Well, looks like you're really hurt. Let fix that for you." Without hesitation, he grabbed the man's ankle, twisted sharply, and shoved the broken bone back into place. Another loud crack echoed through the street, followed by another agonized scream. This ti, however, his leg was straight again.
The onlookers shuddered. He had snapped a man's leg just to prove he knew how to fix it. So instinctively backed away, wanting to put as much distance as possible between themselves and this ruthless man. Still, despite their fear, their curiosity kept them rooted in place.
With the young man's wailing now sowhat subdued, Ye Fei walked back to the elderly woman, crouched down, and placed a hand on her injured leg, using his inner energy to ease her pain. "Don't worry, ma'am," he reassured her. "I already called for an ambulance. It should be here any minute now."
The woman had been in shock from Ye Fei's actions, but she finally ca to her senses. She anxiously said, "Young man, thank you, but you should leave now. Otherwise, you're going to be in trouble. His father is an official—you won't be able to argue your way out of this."
Her words ward Ye Fei's heart a little, breaking through the cold indifference that had settled there. He smiled faintly. "It's fine. I'm not afraid of them." But deep down, he couldn't help but feel disheartened. What kind of world was this, where governnt officials could run over citizens and still hold all the power, while the victims had to beg for rcy?
Seeing that Ye Fei wasn't going to leave, the elderly woman sighed. She had already made up her mind—if the authorities ca after him, she would take all the bla. She wouldn't let a good young man suffer for doing the right thing.
Fortunately, Wanghai's ergency response was quick. Within minutes, an ambulance arrived, and paradics began tending to the injured. The arrogant young man, now much quieter thanks to the painkillers, was loaded onto a stretcher. Though he didn't say a word, the hatred in his eyes as he glared at Ye Fei was unmistakable.
Ye Fei asked the dics which hospital they were heading to. When he heard it was the Second People's Hospital, he imdiately called one of his n who managed things there. He wasn't about to let this elderly woman suffer any further harassnt. Even though this Zhang brat and his father wouldn't be around forever, there was no telling what trouble they might stir up in the anti.
With everything arranged, Ye Fei walked to the back of the ambulance just before they closed the doors. He first gave the elderly woman a reassuring smile, then turned his gaze to Zhang. "How's the leg?" he asked casually.
Zhang flinched but, surrounded by dical staff, he mustered so courage. Though he trembled slightly, he still gritted his teeth and growled, "You're f***ing dead! Just wait and see!"
Ye Fei chuckled, unconcerned. "Oh? You want revenge? Anyti. Bring your daddy along too, if you want." He paused, then added with a smirk, "Rember my na—it's Ye Fei."
Though his voice wasn't particularly loud, the surrounding onlookers had gone silent, allowing everyone to hear every word. When Ye Fei spoke his na, gasps rippled through the crowd. So even exclaid out loud, while the elderly woman's worried expression lted into quiet pride.
There was an old saying: "Justice lives in the hearts of the people." That wasn't always true, but in Wanghai, it was gospel. Everyone in this city had witnessed the transformation under Ye Fei's rule. Just a few months ago, people feared leaving their hos. Now, they barely even locked their doors at night. Ye Fei's presence in the city was legendary. So even whispered that he was Wanghai's living guardian deity.
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