Upon seeing Boss’s eyes darting around, as if he wanted to flee, Fang Yichen took a few long strides and suddenly leaped into the air with a forceful step of his left foot on the ground.

　　In mid-air, he bent his right leg and lifted his knee, aiming it directly at Boss.

　　The boss tried to dodge at this moment but was too late. The knee, accompanied by a whistling sound, directly hit him in the chest.

　　“A cracking sound!” A bone-breaking noise resounded.

　　Boss let out a miserable scream as his massive body was sent flying backward by an immense force.

　　He crashed into the outer wall of a nearby shop, hanging on the wall for a second before falling back to the ground.

　　This was the essence of the Eight Extremities Fist—striking like hanging a painting—just one move could leave Boss bedridden for half a year.

　　Even if Boss’s shattered sternum were to heal in the future, he would never be able to do heavy physical work again.

　　Fang Yichen landed on the ground and, seeing Boss lying motionless and walked over to him.

　　He squatted down and used his hand to feel Boss’s breath, sensing a faint sign of respiration. Then he pried open Boss’s eyelids and saw his eyes rolled back, having already fainted.

　　“Hmph!”

　　Fang Yichen rummaged through Boss’s pockets, finding a dozen or so broken pieces of silver. With a snort, he stood up and walked towards the crowd.

　　“He he! You wanted to swindle me for money, but I’ll even take all the silver you have on you!”

　　His temper was definitely not good. Although he wasn’t one to bear grudges, he was certainly someone who believed in an eye for an eye.

　　After the melee just now, a dozen ruffians were rolling on the ground, groaning and writhing in pain.

　　There are several ruffian’s hands and legs, which appear to have varying degrees of abnormal bending.

　　An astute observer could tell at a glance that it was clearly broken.

　　Fang Yichen turned a deaf ear to the ruffians’ cries, straightened his robe, and walked away with large strides.

　　The sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping rang out, followed immediately by another wave of wails and cries.

　　Fang Yichen turned a deaf ear to the ruffians’ cries, straightened his robe, and walked away with large strides.

　　Seeing such ruthlessness, the onlookers were like they had seen a ghost, hastily making way for him and watching him leave with awe in their eyes.

　　Passing through the crowd, Fang Yichen headed towards another street in the market, seeing no need to pay any more attention to Boss and his gang. Their pitiful appearance wouldn’t yield much money from them.

　　At this moment, it was early spring in the northern region, and the weather remained cold.

　　Fang Yichen was dressed in attire from the Song Dynasty, wrapped in a fur-lined coat, not much different from the local people around him. The only distinction was that his clothes were newer and of better quality.

　　The locals spoke with an accent not too different from the Mandarin he was familiar with. Using silver coins to pave his way, after inquiring about the current situation from a few locals, he pondered to himself:

　　“This place is very similar to the Southern Song period of Blue Planet Hua Kingdom. It should be a parallel world highly similar to Blue Planet, but despite the striking resemblance, there are still many differences.”

　　As for whether he had truly traveled back to the Song Dynasty of Huaguo, Fang Yichen was not certain. After all, he had never been to the Song Dynasty; he had only seen it in TV dramas before.

　　However, he learned that in this world, after the Jin conquered the Great Liao, they invaded the Central Plains, bearing a striking similarity to the background of the world of the Legend of the Condor Heroes.

　　Facing the formidable military might of the Jin, the Great Song Court abandoned the ancestral capital and hastily fled south of the Yangtze River.

　　They established their capital in Lin’an Prefecture, inheriting the legacy of the Great Song Court and fortifying themselves behind the natural barrier of the Yangtze River.

　　At this time, from the emperor to the ministers of the Great Song Court, none dared to entertain thoughts of counterattacking the Jin to reclaim lost territories.

　　Previous devastating defeats had shattered their confidence, and they could only console themselves by relying on the natural barrier of the Yangtze River to defend the southern Great Song Court.

　　This place was called Zhangjiakou, a thoroughfare connecting the north and south, a bustling hub of trade with dense population and prosperous commerce.

　　Walking amidst the lively crowd in the market, Fang Yichen surveyed his surroundings.

　　It was a commercial street, not particularly wide but still allowing two-horse carriages to pass side by side. Although Zhangjiakou was under Jin’s jurisdiction at the time, it was still thriving.

　　On both sides of the street stood a plethora of Song Dynasty buildings, housing various trading shops.

　　He strolled to the entrance of a restaurant and glanced inside. Seeing numerous patrons, he stepped into the establishment.

　　At that moment, a table near the entrance became vacant, prompting him to think：

　　“Perfect! This table provides a view of the surroundings outside and allows me to better understand the local customs and practices here.”

　　With this in mind, he approached and took a seat. A waiter quickly greeted him, “Honored guest, what would you like to order?”

　　Glancing around, he emulated the actions of other patrons and said, “Bring me two pounds of cooked beef, a stewed chicken, several side dishes, and a pot of good wine.”

　　The waiter replied, “Very well! Please wait a moment; your order will be ready shortly!”

　　“Two pounds of cooked beef, a chicken, and a pot of good wine!” the waiter called out in a drawn-out tone.

　　His calling had a charming quality to it, which amused Fang Yichen. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head in amusement.

　　It was rare in later times to hear such authentic intonation when announcing dishes. This skill of announcing dishes was one of the three essential abilities that a Song dynasty restaurant waiter must possess!

　　After noting down the customer’s order, the waiter would move closer to the kitchen and sing out each dish loudly.

　　This allowed the customers to confirm their orders and also served as a directive for the chefs to promptly prepare the dishes.

　　......

　　Before long, the waiter brought out the food and wine. The portion of cooked beef was generous, and the stewed chicken required some time. The wine was excellent, a genuine Xifeng wine.

　　Since undergoing a transformation through the power of his personal spatial ability, his appetite had increased significantly. Two pounds of cooked beef was merely a starting point.

　　However, in order to avoid drawing attention, he could only order this much for the time being. He didn’t want to cause any trouble at the moment.

　　The food and wine were quite enjoyable, especially compared to what he was accustomed to on Blue Planet, where the ingredients lacked original flavor.

　　As he was eating, a tall and robust figure entered the restaurant. The man appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a fur cap and a fur-lined coat, exuding the aura of a northern warrior.

　　Upon entering the establishment, the young man looked around and sought a seat to sit down and have a meal. However, due to several groups of customers arriving before him, all the seats in the restaurant were already taken.

　　The young man was hesitating, unsure whether to wait for other customers to finish or to leave and find another restaurant.