"Hurry up and sign! Pay 200! Are you deaf or mute? Our boss is going to check on us shortly—hurry!" Huang Mao grew impatient. Today was a special inspection by the boss, with clear targets and fixed amounts for their protection fees. "These two gentlemen, I've just started doing small business today—haven't made a single cent yet. Could you possibly give me a little more time? Could you—?" Miao Hanfu finally understood what was going on. Seeing these two toughs, he knew he couldn't afford to offend them, so he began pleading. "Cut the crap! Are you paying today or not?" The shirted man had no patience at all. Huang Mao reached out and, with a cold smile, lifted the freshly poured juice cup from the stall, then spilled it right on the ground in front of the onlookers. "You! You're absolutely treating us unfairly!" Miao Hanfu was furious. Huang Mao stormed up, raising his sleeve ready to overturn the entire stall. At that moment, a brand-new sedan stopped beside them, honking continuously. Two people stepped down from the car: one was Gao Liang, the other was the house manager, Chen Jiangliu. Chen Jiangliu had previously urged Gao Liang to avoid getting involved in such trivial matters, reminding him that he was soon to start school and that he shouldn’t let unrelated incidents affect his mood. Moreover, the chairman had instructed him to stay out of trouble, avoid stirring up conflicts, and make it his top duty to protect the young lord. Yet Gao Liang paid no attention to his advice. As he stepped down from the car, he slipped between the flowered shirt and the yellow-haired man, smiling and saying, "Under clear daylight and open skies, charging fees without notice—do you still have the rule of law?" Gao Liang, the god of light reborn in this world, was handsome and well-dressed, but not quite the rugged, powerful figure like Stallone. Therefore, neither the flowered shirt nor the yellow-haired man took him seriously. The man in the flowered shirt raised his dagger, threatening, "This isn’t your concern. If you don’t move out of the way, I’ll have Two men stepped forward with fierce expressions, forming a tight circle around Gao Liang. Gao Liang didn't immediately launch an attack. Fahuang, seeing that Gao Liang seemed intimidated, chuckled lightly and said, "It's easy for me to forgive you—just call us 'Grandpa,' have your body squeeze through our crotches, and clean off the spit we've dropped on the ground. If you do that, I'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The god of light, who had encountered countless demons and monsters on his journey westward, had never seen two ordinary thugs so bold and confident. Damn it—how has the human world become so evil? If good is being overwhelmed by evil, then how can peace ever prevail? Seeing that Gao Liang showed no sign of yielding, Fahuang and Huangma exchanged glances, then closed in on all sides, pinning Gao Liang in the center. Huangma moved swiftly, delivering a left hook aimed at Gao Liang's head. But the god of light, with thousands of years of cultivation, didn't just deflect the blow—he flattened his body slightly and tilted his head, effortlessly letting the punch pass through the Huang Mao staggered, nearly falling. Before he had even stabilized himself, Gao Liang launched a swift, springing leg kick that sent him flying more than three zhang away. Fortunately, Huang Mao caught hold of a nearby lamp post; otherwise, he would have crashed hard onto the cement ground, making the most intimate contact with it. Even so, Huang Mao lost two front teeth and cried out in pain. Seeing his brother treated so severely by Gao Liang, the man in the flowered shirt felt both fear and anger. With trembling hands, he raised his dagger and plunged it fiercely into Gao Liang's chest. This time, Gao Liang did not retreat—he instead met the blow directly with his hands, clamping the sharp dagger between his palms. Despite his full effort, the flowered-shirted man could not pull it free. Gao Liang seized the dagger, tossed it to the ground, and then twisted the elbow of the flowered-shirted man, who groaned in agony, collapsing to his knees, pleading for mercy. "Who is the grandfather?" Gao Liang's grip on the man's elbow remained firm. "You're Grandpa! I've been so blind and ignorant, not recognizing a mountain of importance. Please, Grandpa, show me mercy and spare my life!" The man in the flowered shirt bowed repeatedly, like pressing a pestle into dough. "Get out! I won't see you again! If you continue to cause trouble, I'll never forgive you!" High Light said firmly. The man in the flowered shirt, now like a dog in distress, was preparing to flee with the one with the yellow hair. At that moment, a middle-aged man with a broad build and a scar across his face approached, leading a group of over a dozen thugs, and addressed the two: "How many families have we taken today? Why are you so slow?" Upon seeing their leader arrive, the man in the flowered shirt and the yellow-haired one rushed forward, treating him as a savior, and pointed at High Light, shouting, "Master, it's him—him who's blocking our way!" They then took refuge behind Master. Master fixed High Light with a gaze that seemed capable of killing, and roared, "You must be losing your patience! You dare to interfere with my affairs! If I even mention my name, you'll A dozen tough guys stood there, each glaring with fierce intensity, their eyes flashing cold light, all directed squarely at Gao Liang and Chen Jiangliu. Chen Jiangliu, seeing the overwhelming numbers, smiled politely, hoping to ease the tension and protect his master. But Gao Liang pulled him aside, saying, "These people have no sense of reason—force is the only truth!" The Star Governor had never encountered someone so bold as to challenge him directly, so he signaled his underlings to move. The underlings immediately grabbed their weapons—some with chopping blades, others with steel pipes, and still others with iron poles—two of them encircled Gao Liang from either side, pinning him in place. Who was Gao Liang? A reincarnation of the God of Light, born with extraordinary abilities. With the prowess of a celestial general from the day of Peng, he found these ordinary men to be nothing more than a breeze to handle—easy to defeat. In the blink of an eye, those two underlings collapsed on the ground, writhing in pain, shouting out in distress, their weapons scattered somewhere beyond sight. A crowd gathered nearby, watching from a distance, applauding quietly as they saw these usual brash, arrogant thugs—used to bullying others and dominating their neighborhood—being severely punished. The scene truly humiliated Sir Zheng. Since this young man had dealt with such severity, he now decided to make good use of his numbers and strength: today, he would rally everyone and take down that young man himself. With a wave of his right hand, all the thugs swiftly formed a circle, surrounding Gao Liang at the center. So, when the fight turned into a struggle, they were completely passive. Just as Chen Jiangliu saw the hulking thug's long knife about to land on his forearm and muttered, "This isn't good," he was astonished to find that the blade suddenly seemed struck by something solid—crashing loudly, it spun through the air and flew out several dozen feet, landing with a sharp crack and shattering into several pieces. "Whoa!" The vigorous, dynamic move left all the thugs in awe. Seeing this, the star of the show recognized it was Gaoliang who had delivered a precise, powerful blow—just a solid punch directly hitting the blade's face. In his decades of navigating the underworld, he had never seen anyone manage to punch a knife directly and cleanly. Now, he felt a tremor of excitement, realizing today might indeed be the day he had encountered a true master—a rare one, someone he simply couldn't afford to underestimate. As the crowd grew larger and more attentive, he didn't want to look foolish, so he quickly gathered his thugs and signaled for them to move back to report the situation to his boss and request assistance for the follow-up action. The tough guys had all experienced High Light's prowess; none dared to fight back, so they hurriedly lifted the two still shouting ones, rolling and dragging them, fleeing in a hasty, embarrassed manner. At a spot fifty meters away, where he felt safe, Star爷 delivered a firm statement: "You've got guts! Let's see how it goes!" Now only the flower-shirted guy and the yellow-haired one were moving slowly. High Light's performance had been so impressive that they'd been left stunned the entire time—only when Star爷 had gone ahead did they realize they had to escape. "Stop!" High Light's command carried real weight. They stood still, not daring to take a single step forward. Star爷 had already reached over 100 meters away, furious and shaking: "A coward! Can't even run—what a shame!" With that, he didn't bother to wait or attend to details, simply followed his own tough guys and took off, fleeing.