Chapter 1558 - 1559: Let Him Bleed a Little
The other people in the subway watched as three or four men rushed towards Yang Fei, all exclaimed in shock, desperately trying to avoid them.
Old Master Wang, however, stood still, calmly watching Yang Fei, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He seemed like a benevolent elder watching his beloved grandson mischievously causing trouble, feeling both helpless and somewhat appreciative.
"Two."
The people in the subway moved away, instantly creating a large space.
Under the attack of three or four people, Yang Fei dodged left and right while raising a second finger at the man in the gray jacket.
The man in the gray jacket and his accomplices surrounded Yang Fei, attacking furiously, but couldn't even touch the hem of Yang Fei's clothes, feeling both shocked and angry.
He suddenly brandished a dagger, shouting loudly.
"This guy is a bit weird, let's draw some blood from him."
The other men, hearing the man in the gray jacket, also drew their daggers and lunged at Yang Fei.
The people in the subway, seeing these guys use knives, were even more terrified, soul shattered.
Everyone frantically hid further away.
Old Master Wang sighed, hugging a little girl, covering her eyes with his big hand.
Yang Chen casually evaded the knives.
The men's daggers swung with a whooshing sound, but they couldn't stab Yang Fei.
"Three."
Yang Fei dodged the first wave of attacks, raising a third finger at the man in the gray jacket.
The man in the gray jacket, panting from his last desperate lunge, was already out of breath.
However, seeing Yang Fei provocatively raise a third finger at him, he was still enraged and charged at him fiercely.
"Brothers, if we don't chop this kid today, how can we mix on this line in the future?"
He howled and charged at Yang Fei, the dagger stabbing towards Yang Fei's abdomen.
Yang Fei caught the wrist of the man in the gray jacket, and with a cracking sound, broke his wrist bone.
At the same time, Yang Fei delivered a heavy hook punch to his abdomen.
The man in the gray jacket groaned, his body lifted off the ground, slamming backward.
Just as his body was about to rise into the air, Yang Fei grabbed his hair and slammed him down hard.
Simultaneously, Yang Fei's knee, like a battering ram, smashed upward, hitting him hard in the face.
The man in the gray jacket couldn't even scream, collapsing on the ground like a ragdoll.
His body curled up like a stray dog, convulsing, his nasal bridge shattered, several teeth falling out.
His entire face was a bloody mess, his mouth foaming blood mixed with vomit.
This heavy punch and knee strike was just a basic military boxing move.
Yang Fei casually executed it, instantly knocking this guy out like a dead dog.
This was without Yang Fei using Essence Qi; the power was only slightly stronger than the average person's.
Otherwise, with one punch, he could have blown this guy's head apart.
The other three or four men, seeing Yang Fei's fierce moves, their faces changed color.
However, relying on their numbers, they all charged at Yang Fei again.
Bam bam bam!
Yang Fei's powerful punches struck like lightning, hitting the stomachs of the three or four thieves almost simultaneously.
Each was hit with such force they left the ground, slamming backward hard.
From the moment Yang Fei started to the end, it hadn't even been a minute; the few guys tumbled on the ground, crying for their parents, their daggers slipping to the floor.
Everyone was dumbfounded, unable to snap out of it until someone suddenly cheered.
"No wonder he's a soldier, he's tough, it's just right to teach these thieves a lesson."
"Good fight, I couldn't beat him, otherwise, I'd have already knocked them out."
"Impressive, it's like watching a blockbuster movie, satisfying."
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The audience, who had been hiding on the side, all gathered around, praising Yang Fei with animated chatter.
Yang Fei smiled bitterly, the feeling of injustice in his heart dissipated.
The crowd was just ordinary citizens; seeing knives would naturally frighten them, you couldn't blame them.
The little girl stared at Yang Fei, as if scared stiff.
Yang Fei turned around, gently patted her shoulder.
"Don't be afraid, the bad guys have been beaten by uncle."
The little girl's body trembled, but she seriously and resolutely looked at Yang Fei, her face stern.
"Uncle, don't fight again, the teacher said, people who fight aren't good."
Seeing the little girl's innocent yet serious look, Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh.
He extended his pinky finger for a pinky promise with the little girl.
"Uncle promises you, in the future, I'll talk sense into them, we won't fight."
Old Master Wang stood behind the two of them, listening to the little girl's innocent words, smiling warmly.
At this moment, the subway began to pull into the station, and someone in the distance shouted that the police had arrived. It turned out someone had quietly called them.
Two tall policemen pushed through the crowd, walking towards them.
A square-faced policeman asked sternly, "Who reported the fight?"
No one in the crowd answered, it was silent.
Yang Fei smiled and raised his hand, "That was me."
The square-faced policeman looked at Yang Fei, frowning.
"You're a soldier, how can you start a fight like that?"
Yang Fei looked at his national defense green outfit, feeling a bit annoyed by his stern tone.
"So what if I'm a soldier? Can't soldiers remove threats and uphold peace?"
The square-faced policeman didn't expect this kid to fight back and became even more stern.
"Whether you're removing threats or fighting, it's not for you to decide."
The little girl stepped out from behind Yang Fei, her expression determined and brave.
"Officer, I can testify, these three or four were thieves. They stole and bullied me. This military uncle saved me."
The square-faced policeman's expression softened slightly, but he still stared at Yang Fei.
"If that's the case, where's the person who was stolen from?"
The little girl's expression changed, her voice dropping.
"The aunt who got stolen from has already left."
The square-faced policeman sneered.
"It looks like we need to investigate this matter thoroughly."
"You've beaten people like that; you can't just leave without an explanation, please come to the station and assist with our investigation."
As the square-faced policeman spoke, the officers behind him began checking the injured on the ground.
However, the thieves were limp on the ground, unable to be picked up.
Although Yang Fei hadn't used Essence Qi, an ordinary person couldn't withstand his powerful punches.
Yang Fei was a bit annoyed; he had arranged to dine at Yiyun Studio with Old Master Wang, but now the meal was likely ruined.
Other gatherings could be overlooked, but Susu's cooking was a highlight of the Capital City, many lined up with no guarantee of tasting it.
Yang Fei thought for a moment, took out his credentials.
"Officer, I have urgent business, can I come to the station for a statement tomorrow?"
The square-faced policeman sneered, coldly looking at Yang Fei.
"Whether it's a fight or a heroic act hasn't been decided, how can I just let you go?"
"Stop talking nonsense or I'll handcuff you."
As he spoke, he casually knocked the officer's certificate from Yang Fei's hand to the ground.
The officer's certificate opened, revealing the golden national emblem below a crossed sword and shield.
The officer looked down, shocked.