Chapter 26: Which Hand?

The man from Huaguo, seeing his girlfriend dragged back, was immediately filled with anxiety and fury.

“We’re all men here. Men should settle things among themselves; don’t lay a hand on a woman.” He tried to keep his tone calm, hoping to spare his girlfriend from further harm.

He stepped in front of the Huaguo man, pointed at the ground, and with a mocking sneer, demanded, “You, kneel.”

But he would not accept such humiliation.

Clenching his teeth, he swung a fist at Sakamoto’s face.

Yet Sakamoto was a trained fighter. He dodged effortlessly and, in one swift motion, struck back at the man’s arm.

There was a sharp crack.

The Huaguo man’s arm bent at an unnatural angle—obviously broken.

A cry of agony escaped his lips. His face turned pale as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The Fusang men, seeing his broken arm, showed no concern; instead, they burst into raucous laughter.

They seemed to regard the Huaguo people as nothing more than ants.

Xuanxuan’s heart twisted with pain at the sight of her boyfriend’s injury, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out, “No… You monsters! How can you treat him like this? Please, stop!”

The Fusang man restraining Xuanxuan tore open her blouse with brute force, exposing a swathe of snowy skin.

Sakamoto approached with a lecherous grin.

“Damn you, don’t you dare touch her!” the Huaguo man screamed, his voice wild with rage.

The Fusang men, startled by his outburst, only laughed more brazenly.

Sakamoto stepped to Xuanxuan’s side, placed his hand on her chest, and kneaded her flesh as he sneered at the Huaguo man, “Watch closely. See how your woman is ruined in front of you. Every one of us will have a turn.”

“No! Please, no! Help me!” Xuanxuan struggled with all her might, trying to break free from their grip, tears streaming down like broken pearls.

Blood flushed the Huaguo man’s eyes, as if they would bleed.

“You bastards, I’ll fight you to the death!”

With a furious roar, he lunged at Sakamoto, aiming a savage kick at his groin.

Sakamoto hadn’t expected such ferocity and dodged aside in fright.

His henchmen swarmed in.

They pinned the Huaguo man to the floor, rendering him powerless. He struggled desperately, but the disparity in strength was overwhelming. All he could do was lie prone, watching helplessly as his girlfriend was tormented.

“Idiot! Die!” Sakamoto spat viciously, his face twisted with rage.

He stretched out his hand, and Murano immediately understood, handing him a gun.

Sakamoto gripped the weapon and strode to the fallen Huaguo man, bending over to press the cold barrel against the back of his head.

“Die!”

Sakamoto spat the words with venom, ready to pull the trigger.

Feeling the chill against his skull, the Huaguo man squeezed his eyes shut in despair.

A thunderous bang erupted.

The door burst open, and Gu Xiangnan strode in with two of his followers, exuding a fierce aura.

Sakamoto straightened up, sneering, “Another fool come to die.”

The Fusang men laughed along.

Their laughter died in less than three seconds as Gu Xiangnan moved—a blur of motion—suddenly appearing behind Sakamoto like a flash of lightning.

With a single flick of his finger, Sakamoto collapsed as though struck by a hammer.

The gun in Sakamoto’s hand was effortlessly taken by Gu Xiangnan.

Before anyone else could react, all of Sakamoto’s men were sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Against the Fusang, was there any point in holding back?

Gu Xiangnan chose direct action.

The receptionist girl, seeing what had happened, quickly hid behind Gu Xiangnan. Xuanxuan gathered her clothes and helped her injured boyfriend to his feet.

These five men were all infamous members of the Sugikuchi Group from Fusang, and Sakamoto was a prominent leader in their Kyushu division.

To have risen to such a position in that organization, Sakamoto was no ordinary figure—cunning, ruthless, and seasoned by blood and violence.

Yet, none of them had even managed to see what happened before they were defeated.

What kind of strength was this?

Everyone present was left in awe.

The injured Huaguo man warned Gu Xiangnan, “Be careful, sir. These men are vicious. Don’t fall for any of their tricks.”

Gu Xiangnan smiled, “Don’t worry. I can handle it. Leave this to me.”

Sakamoto lay on the floor, the pain in his chest making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Pointing at Gu Xiangnan, he asked hoarsely, “Who… are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare,” Gu Xiangnan replied.

Then he turned to the injured Huaguo man, “Which hand did he use to hit you just now?”

“His right hand.”

With a sickening crack,

Gu Xiangnan seized Sakamoto’s arm and twisted it as if wringing a towel.

Sakamoto’s right arm was wrenched ninety degrees, his palm now facing where the back of his hand had been.

Sakamoto screamed in agony, nearly passing out from the pain.

“Boss!” his four subordinates cried, wanting to rush to his aid, but Gu Xiangnan’s men held them back at gunpoint.

Gu Xiangnan then asked Xuanxuan, “Which hand did he touch you with?”

“His right hand as well.”

Without another word, Gu Xiangnan grabbed Sakamoto’s already mangled arm and twisted again. Another crack resounded.

This time, Sakamoto’s arm seemed to have been completely broken, hanging limp from his shoulder.

Sakamoto clutched his arm, cheeks puffed with pain, stomping his foot—so wracked with agony he couldn’t even scream.

Gu Xiangnan turned to the receptionist girl, “And just now, he…”

The girl, never having had a boyfriend, blushed furiously and just pointed at Sakamoto’s groin.

Understanding, Gu Xiangnan strode over and yanked away Sakamoto’s towel.

The women in the room all shut their eyes, unwilling to look.

Gu Xiangnan glanced down, a trace of scorn flickering in his gaze.

He sneered, “Pathetic. It’s useless anyway—might as well make sure it doesn’t harm anyone else.”

With a subtle pull,

Blood gushed like an open faucet.

Sakamoto shrieked in torment and fainted, motionless.

His four henchmen, enraged by the horror, tried to attack.

“Beat these Fusang dogs to death!”

The hotel guests who had been watching from the corridor surged into the room, raining blows and kicks on the Fusang men.

Gu Xiangnan stepped back into the corridor; he was eager to return and continue his cultivation with his senior sister.

“Thank you, benefactor!” the Huaguo man said, leaning on his girlfriend for support as he approached. Overcome with gratitude, he nearly knelt in thanks. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead by now.”

Gu Xiangnan quickly helped him up. “Brother, I respect you deeply. When your compatriots were in danger, you stood up and fought. You’re a true son of Huaguo—I salute you.”

Even as Gu Xiangnan spoke, a commotion arose at the end of the corridor, and a group of people appeared.