“Hurry up and get whoever’s in charge in your village out here. You actually dared to capture members of our Sangshan Gang? You must be tired of living.”

Among the dozen or so martial artists, a man with a sharp, monkey-like face, much shorter than the average person, pointed at the group of old farmers opposite and shouted loudly, “Hand over our three brothers, pay us a thousand taels of silver, and let our brothers pick ten women from your village. If you do that, our boss will spare your lives. Otherwise, your whole village will be slaughtered!”

As he spoke, he waved his hand in a beheading gesture and said, “The men will be killed on the spot, the children will be cooked and sold to the meat bun shop, and the women—rape them before killing!”

“Rape before killing? That won’t do!” Behind the sharp-faced man, a burly fellow with an upturned nose waved his hand and rumbled, “It’s such a waste to kill them right after. Look at that woman—big breasts, round hips, skin as fair and tender as city women. It’d be a shame to kill her.”

The burly man pointed at a village woman in the crowd, leering, “This woman is even more tempting than the ones at Manchun Courtyard in town. I’m going to take her back and sleep with her big breasts and round butt every night.”

“That won’t do. How can you hog all the good stuff for yourself? This woman should at least be shared with the brothers—one day each.”

“One day each? Does that mean all the brothers get a turn?”

“Of course all the brothers get a turn. But whoever catches her first gets her first.” The sharp-faced man suddenly shouted, darted forward, and in a few steps reached the village woman they’d been talking about, grabbing her in one swift motion.

Though he looked thin and small, he was surprisingly strong. With a twist of his hands, he easily hoisted the village woman onto his shoulder.

“Let go of Mrs. Martin!”

A few old farmers, though afraid, saw their own villager being seized and rushed forward, swinging their hoes.

“Useless old fools!” the sharp-faced man cursed, spun around, and with two kicks sent two old farmers sprawling to the ground.

“Let her go!”

From a distance, Mike Sullivan saw that his fellow villager had been seized and two old farmers injured. He immediately sped up, and in just a few breaths, charged in front of the gang and threw a straight punch.

“A martial artist!”

The sharp-faced man was startled by Mike Sullivan’s move—there was actually a martial artist in this remote village!

But the next moment, he started laughing.

What a country bumpkin—he’s actually using the Farmer’s Fist. What a joke.

He didn’t even bother to put down the village woman on his shoulder. With a sidestep, he kicked out. He’d paid to learn real martial arts at the town’s dojo—if he couldn’t handle a Farmer’s Fist, that’d be a joke.

But before his kick was fully out, his vision blurred—the opponent’s speed was far beyond what he’d expected. Before he could react, he was sent flying, and the village woman he’d been carrying fell, landing safely in Mike Sullivan’s arms.

A Condensing Yuan stage expert!

Cries of alarm erupted among the Sangshan Gang members.

They’d all been standing in the back and saw it clearly. Although the young man from the village was using the Farmer’s Fist, his strength was unmistakably at the Condensing Yuan stage.

Condensing Yuan stage—that was a whole major realm above them. They hadn’t even reached the late Spirit Guiding stage. How could such an expert be in a remote village like this?

Not just this village—even if such a young Condensing Yuan stage expert appeared in the whole township, word would spread instantly.

Even their boss had only just recently reached the Condensing Yuan stage.

All the Sangshan Gang members looked toward their boss.

“Condensing Yuan stage, huh? I’m surprised. But even among Condensing Yuan stage fighters, there are differences!” the Sangshan Gang boss snorted coldly and suddenly charged forward. That young man was already at Condensing Yuan stage—if he grew any further, the gang would be in trouble.

Now was the time to deal with him, while he only knew the Farmer’s Fist.

With their boss charging ahead, the rest of the Sangshan Gang followed closely behind.

“Tiger Fist Technique!”

The Sangshan Gang boss roared, leaping at Mike Sullivan with the ferocity of a tiger, exuding a terrifying aura.

“Far too slow.”

Mike Sullivan shifted his stance, sidestepped in a flash, and then swung his fist down.

“Bang!”

With a heavy punch, he struck the boss’s ribs, a crisp crack sounding out. The boss’s massive body flew out like a kite with a broken string.