The four golden members of Longfeng Hall were all rushing to collect the daily cash from the counter drawer. Ye Qian charged straight toward them, only to stumble and fall on her back onto Gao Liang, who was lying on the ground. Her graceful body landed perfectly on top of his strong frame. With her soft form pressing down on his solid one, Ye Qian's face turned deeply crimson. Two clear tears streamed down her beautiful eyes, gently landing on Gao Liang's lips. If it weren't for her, Gao Liang wouldn't have done this at all. "We need both money and people today!" Stimulated by the scarred man's words, the three brawny thugs' hormones surged. Their mouths filled with saliva that dripped onto the ground, and their eyes sparkled with desire—even the blind eye of the one-eyed dragon, whose other eye had been knocked out, seemed to glow brighter. How could Ye Qian bear to be stared at like this by such solid, imposing men? She immediately covered her softness with both hands, trembling as she pleaded, "Please don't make a move!" Under the scarred man's direction, the shorter, stocky thug forcefully tore off Ye Qian's top garments. Meanwhile, the tall, slender one took the opportunity to flip over her bra. Fortunately, Ye Qian had bit down firmly on his salty pork hand, which stopped the tall one from proceeding—otherwise, once the bra was pulled off, her inner charm would be completely exposed, and she would be mortified beyond words. Yet, this wasn't the end. Ye Qian felt a pair of hands firmly tugging at her underwear. She turned around—wow! Wow, so terrifying—the one-eyed dragon's colored eyes, not just one-eyed, but a vivid hue, were fixed on her full, lush posterior, and he even casually pinched her oil-soaked glutes. Ye Qian gave a firm kick, her high heels driving deep into the dragon's pig-like feet, causing him to immediately release his salty hands from her slender pants. He gritted his teeth in pain, clutching his side. The man with the knife scar growled, "You guys are such pigs! You can't even handle a single fresh, delicate girl—this is absolutely embarrassing!" "Ah! Let go of me! Let go of me!" Ye Qian felt two strong, broad arms lifting her, no matter how hard she struggled, those arms clamped down like vise-like grips, growing tighter and tighter. "Ah! No! No!" As the man with the knife scar carried her into a private room, her cries, shouts, and struggles made the three thugs' mouths glisten with lust. "Today, I'm breaking you! Making you my woman! Hahahaha!" His lust-filled voice echoed throughout the entire internet cafe. Inside the room, the man with the scar and the three thugs all removed their clothes and stood in a line. Ye Qian's blouse and shorts were roughly taken off, and her small bra was torn away by several of the thugs, leaving only her final triangular underpants. "Ah! Ah!" Ye Qian cried out in anguish—her voice filled with desperation and helplessness. The more painful the ordeal, the more delighted the four stalwarts became; they were treating women like prized possessions—especially this delicate flower. If she bled, it would be as thrilling as securing several tens of thousands of yuan. For these thugs, grabbing money and witnessing a woman's breakdown were their greatest pleasures. Like a starving wolf, the man with the scar rushed toward Ye Qian, who lay there like a pure white lamb. The other thugs watched with lecherly eyes, enjoying the unfolding spectacle of her ordeal. It's over! It's over! Ye Qian tried to hold back her tears, her body wracked with extreme pain and despair, when suddenly she heard the man with the scar gasp in agony, clutching his abdomen with wide-eyed shock, his face contorted in distress, calling out in a pitiful voice. From the creases of her hands covering her face, Ye Qian saw the handsome young man swinging a massive fist, delivering a solid punch to the abdomen of the scarred man, directly below his belly. The power of the Jinguan punch was immense—the scarred man's lower body felt as though it had been neatly clipped by scissors, radiating intense, searing pain. Seeing their leader taken a beating, the three thugs immediately drew out steel pipes and launched them in a fan-shaped assault toward the young man. At that moment, Ying'er burst in, urgently exclaiming, "Master! Quickly step back!" To everyone's surprise, the young man showed no fear and made no attempt to dodge. With a sharp "crack," another steel pipe struck high-light's head squarely. High-light raised his hands to shield his head, yet he did not retreat. He fixed his glare on the slender, tall thug, intercepting the steel pipe with one hand, then grasped it firmly with both hands, twisting it with such force that the pipe twisted into a spiral. The other thugs were utterly stunned—this young man had taken a powerful blow to his head, yet seemed completely unphased, and even more astonishing, it was a steel It had twisted into a corkscrew—wasn't this some kind of strange occurrence? The Four Pillars were all stunned, yet they remained determined. The man with the scar fiercely endured the intense pain below, and together, the four of them lifted the steel pipes. This time, their attack was more vigorous than ever before. Yet, Gao Liang gave a light, dismissive smile, saying, "Too slow! Too slow!" Gao Liang used his back to meet the blows, his hands to intercept, and his legs to kick. With a series of sharp "crack-crack-crack-crack," the four steel pipes collided under his precise control, each one striking the Four Pillars directly on their bodies. "Oh my God!" the man with the scar gasped, spitting out blood—his abdomen had been struck by the pipe from the one-eyed dragon, the pain making his teeth tremble. Immediately afterward, the one-eyed dragon's left face was hit hard by his own pipe, causing him to emit a sharp "oh," with a large gush of blood flowing from his mouth, his face swelling up like a ball. The slender, tall man and the short, stocky one were both struck in the forehead and waist by the steel pipes, collapsing to the ground with piercing cries of pain, writhing desperately. In front of the four, Gao Liang twisted the four pipes into a spiral, sending the four strong men into a state of sheer terror, their fear so intense they began to leak urine. They quickly pleaded, "Grandfather! Grandfather!" Gao Liang scowled fiercely, and the thugs immediately changed their address to, "No, Grandfather! Grandfather, please save us!" "That's much better!" Gao Liang exclaimed with a sense of relief, "Now, get out of here, you old fellows!" "Yes, Grandfather!" The four strong men hurried away, their bodies rolling and dripping with fear, but Gao Liang immediately called out, "Come back!" The four were so startled they turned pale, quickly bowing and begging for mercy, repeating "Grandfather, save us!" over twenty times. Then, the man with the scar promptly handed over the several stacks of money he had seized, placing them respectfully in Gao Liang's hands. Gao Liang took them, his expression serious, and "We'd be as brave as a leopard ourselves, yet we'd still dare not proceed!" The Four Pillars of Strength could hardly resist at this moment—right now, survival was paramount.