Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 580: I Am Heaven’s Messenger Sent to Judge You

"You want an old man like me to go down and block the knife? Would I even be human then? You stay in the car honestly, I’ll handle these bastards."

Yang Cheng finished speaking, opened the door, and got out of the car smoothly.

In front stood a group of men, the leaders were sturdy, with strange patterns tattooed on their faces.

"Kid, want a refill?"

The bald man had a toothpick in his mouth and looked at Yang Cheng with greedy eyes.

Judging by his clothes and car, they knew Yang Cheng was a wealthy man. They had caught a big fish this time.

"Hmm, fill it up for me."

Yang Cheng took a few red bills out of his pocket and handed them to the man.

If they had honestly refilled his gas, he wouldn’t have started anything, as he was in a hurry to go to the city to buy things.

The bald man took the money, but the next moment, those men surrounded him, their faces bearing malicious smiles.

"Kid, hand over anything valuable on you, and I’ll spare your life."

"And what if I don’t?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow and casually asked.

"If you don’t, don’t blame us for not being polite. In this wilderness, we can kill you and no one will know."

The bald man pulled out a knife and touched the blade with his fingers.

"Boss, this kid looks pretty, it’d be a pity to kill him. Why not keep him around for fun?"

One of the men with a sleazy appearance spoke, eyeing Yang Cheng from head to toe.

They were weathered by sun and wind daily, so their skin was rough. A young man like Yang Cheng who looked tender was rare.

"Scarface, you’re so desperate for a woman, you’re now turning to men?"

The bald man kicked Scarface and laughed heartily.

"Haven’t met a woman for so long, I’m rusting up. This kid’s good-looking, wouldn’t mind dealing with him either."

Scarface chuckled, his lecherous gaze landing on Yang Cheng.

Hearing their conversation, Yang Cheng almost vomited in disgust. Rage shot straight to his head as he gritted his teeth, "Courting death!"

"Oh! Quite the temper, aren’t you? You think you’re gonna kill us, just you and this useless old man?"

Scarface laughed dismissively, getting more and more smug.

The next second, his expression froze, his body stiffened, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

The crowd was stunned, realizing something was wrong; they moved to catch Scarface, but he fell to the ground with a thud, a dagger in his back, the blade entirely inside him, leaving only the wooden handle.

"Damn! It’s him... he did it!"

Someone pointed at Yang Cheng, eyes full of fear.

No one noticed how Yang Cheng moved; Scarface was already down, barely breathing, making painful croaking sounds.

Yang Cheng walked over, pulled the dagger from Scarface’s back, then kicked him over, driving the dagger into his crotch.

"Ah...!!"

Even nearing death, the extreme pain made Scarface scream.

The gut-wrenching sound snapped the crowd back to reality, their eyes filled with disbelief, never expecting this seemingly harmless kid to be so ruthless.

Yang Cheng tutted with dissatisfaction, "Stabbing something so filthy, such a waste of this knife!"

"Hell! Get him, kill this kid!"

The bald man roared furiously, treating Scarface as disposable, but this kid’s arrogance was a direct challenge to his authority.

If he didn’t kill the kid for revenge, why would anyone willingly follow him afterward?

In a blink, the crowd surrounded Yang Cheng, rushing at him madly.

With no weapon in hand now, they thought the kid would surely fear, yet he stood unfazed, a cold smile curving his lips.

He secretly activated his Cultivation Technique, stirring True Qi, exuding a dangerous aura.

These men usually robbed passing cars, living the knife-edge life, but Yang Cheng’s gaze still made them shiver.

He concentrated True Qi in his fist, throwing a punch at the incoming man.

Bang!

The fist slammed into the face with a dull thud; instantly, the man flew like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the man’s face was sunken, blood flowing profusely, lips quivering in pain.

This punch frightened everyone pale, eyes fixed on his fist in shock.

"Who... who the hell are you?"

The bald man stammered; he had killed countless people, but the power of that punch surpassed a hammer, shattering not just the head but the entire face’s bones.

For now, the man’s heart still beat, clinging to life, yet his vitality was visibly ebbing away.

"I’m the heaven-sent to collect you all!"

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, then charged at them, his fists like iron blocks, leaving deep pits on impact.

He deliberately avoided vital spots, ensuring no immediate death, yet with a body punched through, survival was grim.

When getting out of the car, Yang Cheng knew they weren’t cultivators; such injuries were fatal to them, especially here in the remote wilderness, far too late to reach hospitals.

In an instant, bodies lay scattered, leaving only the bald man standing.

"You know, you could’ve just taken my money and refilled the gas, but insisted on trouble."

Yang Cheng strode toward the bald man, his voice calm, his eyes cold.

These shameless beings dared harbor ill-will against him; disgusted, he thought of cutting off their male parts, letting them die slowly.

Seeing him brimming with murderous intent, the bald man dropped to his knees.

"Brother, I was wrong, spare me, I’ll fill up for you now!"

The previously arrogant ’big brother’ now begged, knocking his head repeatedly on the ground before Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng’s eyes flashed with a bad idea, nodding, "Alright, I can spare you, but I have a request. Let’s see if you can fulfill it."

Hearing this, the bald man’s face brightened, quickly saying, "I can! Whatever you want, just don’t kill me."

Yang Cheng showed a mischievous grin, pointing at the dagger stuck in Scarface’s groin, and ordered, "Go cut off their junk, none of them deserve to die with all parts intact!"

"Hero! They’re about to die, why cut that thing off?"

The bald man’s voice trembled, unable to understand Yang Cheng’s motive.

Could he have some strange addiction?