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Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan’s words in shock, Tyron’s entire body trembled violently, then his face showed terror, and even his burly body began to uncontrollably shake. His eyes revealed a fear that came from the depths of his soul!

In the next moment, under everyone’s gaze, Tyron’s legs weakened, and with a thud, he knelt to the ground.

This kneel was exceptionally decisive, without the slightest hesitation!

Du Jingcheng’s face changed drastically upon seeing this scene, and he looked at Tyron with a grim expression: "Tyron, what the hell are you doing?"

Tyron was the top fighter by his side, the boxing champion of the underground worlds of Myanmar, Thailand, and Vietnam.

Although he was the former boxing champion, he was a real champion. Even now, just mentioning Tyron’s name in Myanmar, Thailand, or Vietnam could instill fear in many people.

But now Tyron was kneeling in front of Ye Xunhuan, like a lapdog.

This strong visual and psychological impact filled Du Jingcheng’s heart with anger, making him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling.

Just now, Du Jingcheng said that he wanted Tyron to knock everyone down and break Ye Xunhuan’s arm, making him kneel.

But now, harsh reality had slapped him hard in the face.

Tyron ignored the angry Du Jingcheng and knelt in front of Ye Xunhuan, acting like a gentle lamb despite his trembling body. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his face was filled with an irrepressible expression of fear.

"Master..." Tyron’s voice was hoarse and trembling: "I...I..."

"Tyron, you’re doing pretty well now, even wanting to teach me a lesson!" Ye Xunhuan said lightly.

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan’s casual words, Tyron’s body began to shake even more violently, and the fear and panic on his face suddenly intensified: "Master, spare me, spare me..."

Since Tyron and Ye Xunhuan were speaking in Thai, outsiders couldn’t understand what they were saying, but looking at Tyron’s demeanor, everyone could see that Tyron was begging Ye Xunhuan for mercy, even if they couldn’t understand the words.

At this moment, kneeling before Ye Xunhuan, Tyron felt as if he was facing an insurmountable mountain. This mountain seemed to press down on him, making him feel suffocated.

"Tyron, do you remember what I said to you four years ago?"

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan’s words, Tyron’s entire body trembled violently, and his face became extremely ugly. Simultaneously, he was instantly drawn into memories of four years ago!

Four years ago, Tyron dominated Myanmar, Thailand, and Vietnam, becoming the boxing champion across the three regions. It was no exaggeration to say that Tyron was unmatched in his heyday, with no defeats!

That was the pinnacle of Tyron’s life, the peak of his reign in the underground boxing world.

But all of this was ended by someone four years ago.

To this day, Tyron cannot forget.

It was a handsome young Asian man whom Tyron ridiculed at the time, but after the fight began, Tyron found himself utterly powerless, like a child!

The opponent defeated him with one hand, leaving him with no chance to fight back. It was that young man who blinded Tyron in his left eye!

But not many people knew about this, so later people only knew that Tyron was blind in one eye, but they didn’t know how or that Tyron lost to a young man.

Others may not know, but Tyron couldn’t forget; that young man was like a devil, not human at all.

Later, Tyron learned that the man’s name was Marshal!

And now, after four years, that devil appeared in front of him again.

Although time had matured that young man a great deal, Tyron still clearly remembered his outline.

Which is why, upon seeing Ye Xunhuan, Tyron immediately knelt before him.

The Marshal was one of the top ten overlords of the underground world, a man who single-handedly overthrew the giant Shadow to rise to power!

He was someone Tyron could never hope to oppose.

"I remember!" Tyron said through gritted teeth.

"What did I say?"

"Master..."

"I asked, what did I say?" Ye Xunhuan’s voice suddenly grew louder.

As he spoke, a sharp killing intent emanated from Ye Xunhuan, instantly enveloping Tyron, making him feel like he was plunged into an ice cave!

This time, Tyron didn’t say anything. Instead, he used his left hand to grab his right arm and twisted it forcefully!

"Crack!"

A bone-cracking sound suddenly rang out, followed by his right arm dropping limply.

Everyone, upon witnessing this scene, was stunned, their faces filled with incredulity as they looked at Tyron kneeling before Ye Xunhuan.

He actually broke his own arm?

Tyron didn’t care about everyone’s gaze. After breaking his arm, he endured the pain and said, "Master, I hope you can spare me this time..."

Ye Xunhuan looked at Tyron and mused slightly: "For her sake, I will spare your life today. If there is a next time, you will surely die!"

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan say he would spare him, Tyron immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, I’ll take care of this matter for you this time..."

"What do you think?"

Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan’s words, Tyron immediately stood up and walked towards Du Jingcheng.

Seeing Tyron walking towards him step by step, a bad feeling suddenly surged in Du Jingcheng’s heart: "Tyron, you...what are you going to do..."

"Young Master Du, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn’t have!" Tyron said, looking at Du Jingcheng with a sullen face. "Don’t blame me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyron suddenly lunged forward, reaching Du Jingcheng before he could react. His intact left hand grasped Du Jingcheng’s right shoulder and squeezed it forcefully!

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out, followed by a pig-like howl resonating around.

Subsequently, Tyron’s left hand swiftly lifted and landed on Du Jingcheng’s left shoulder, replicating the process to break Du Jingcheng’s left arm as well.

After doing all this, Tyron felt it wasn’t enough to appease Ye Xunhuan’s anger, so he lifted his foot and kicked Du Jingcheng’s legs forcefully!

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

The two dull thuds and the sound of bones breaking occurred almost simultaneously, causing Du Jingcheng to kneel on the ground entirely!

After everything was done, Tyron ignored the heart-wrenching wails of Du Jingcheng, turned to Ye Xunhuan, and said: "Master, is this enough?"

"Scram!"

Tyron didn’t dare say anything more and, like carrying a dead dog, dragged the crippled Du Jingcheng out of the bar.