Chapter 1653 - 1474: What Are You Waiting For? Chop Him
"With a beauty like this, anyone would be fond of her, but lately, Zhou Jun’s advances have become more frequent. It’s a pity he always hits a wall, yet his persistence only grows stronger. I suspect that before long, this guy will resort to using love potions."
Upon hearing this from the Heavenly Fox, your brows furrowed involuntarily. You knew that Heavenly Fox never spoke without reason. With this revelation, you immediately understood and said to Heavenly Fox, "So Zhou Jun is the puppet they use against Wei Yingyue."
"Correct, but unfortunately, there’s no reward," Heavenly Fox replied with a smile and snapped his fingers.
"I understand now. Given that, I’ll keep an eye on her in my free time. As for Zhou Jun, if he oversteps his bounds, I won’t hesitate to eliminate him."
As you stepped out of the Dongfeng business van, the sky had already darkened. The streetlights on either side of the road flickered a dim yellow glow. The northern cold front had swept southward over the past two days, and the biting north wind hurried pedestrians along, each face displaying signs of fatigue, exhaling frosty breaths as they hastened on their way home.
Home is the warmest symbol in anyone’s heart.
Family is the softest place within one’s heart.
You exhaled a breath of cold air and headed towards the bus stop across the street, as the last bus had already arrived. If you didn’t catch that last bus, you would have to walk for at least an hour to get back to your residence.
Though it wasn’t your home, at least for now, it could offer warmth.
"Boss, it’s that kid!"
As you queued up to board the bus, a group of ten or so people swaggered towards you from a short distance away. Leading the group was a burly man, accompanied by a dozen young men behind him, all carrying cold, sharp weapons.
The bus driver saw the approaching crowd through the rearview mirror, quickly closed the door, stepped hard on the gas, and sped away.
Those who hadn’t boarded the bus yet fled as fast as they could.
With a bit of frustration, you let out a long sigh and muttered under your breath, "Damn it, do I really have to walk for over an hour in this cold weather?"
The taxi drivers in Yuhang City are quite peculiar. Their routines are very regular, and this time happened to be dinner time, so there were hardly any taxis on the road. Even if there were, they wouldn’t pick you up because everyone was in a hurry to get home for a hot meal, hug their wives, and hold their kids.
You paid no attention to the dozen small-time thugs gradually getting closer, among whom were the five young men you had beaten up previously.
At this moment, in the Dongfeng business van across the street, Liao Yong asked Heavenly Fox, "Vice Captain, should we help the Captain?"
Hearing this, Heavenly Fox chuckled lightly and said, "Do you think the Captain needs help given his skills?"
"That’s true."
"Let’s go back to base for dinner now; I’m getting a bit hungry."
Liao Yong started the car and drove away.
You originally thought of asking Liao Yong for a ride, but those two brats just drove off without saying a word.
Fortunately, you were already full, and now with a bit of stomach acidity, it’s a fine opportunity to take it out on these young thugs, vent a bit of frustration, and promote gastrointestinal movement. It’s like a post-meal workout.
"Kid, was it you who bullied my little brother just now?" the burly man pointed at you.
You glanced at everyone and smiled, saying, "You guys really went out of your way, keeping me company for a little post-dinner exercise. Well, such hospitality is hard to refuse."
You said something the crowd didn’t quite understand, then suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the burly man’s finger, and with a twist, there was a "crack!" sound. The burly man’s index finger bent at a ninety-degree angle from his hand!
The burly man clutched his finger, enduring the intense pain as he hurriedly retreated, shouting to his henchmen, "What are you waiting for? Chop him!"
On command, the dozen punks brandished their choppers and rushed at you viciously!
Without backing down a step, you moved your right foot forward, tapping the ground with your toes, then forcefully stepping down with your heel. Your body instantly propelled forward, and your right fist blurred past the sight of one thug. Before he could react, he felt a solid impact on his face, sending him airborne by a good thirty centimeters before crashing heavily into the arms of a companion behind him.
No one could see how you swung your arms. The punks, charging with fierce momentum, had never encountered someone like you. At first glance, you just seemed a little taller, not too intimidating. However, after you struck, you transformed into a different entity. To the punks, you were no longer a lamb to be slaughtered but a ferocious tiger!
The swinging choppers couldn’t touch you; the punks couldn’t even form a circle and attack from all sides like they usually did in street fights to gain an absolute advantage. Just as they surged forward, their formation fell apart. Five of them ended up clutching their faces, unable to get up, with bleeding in some cases and others letting out curses that made spectators on the side of the road wince in sympathy.
"Gan!"
At the sound of this syllable, you happened to turn your head, spotting a chopper gleaming under the dim streetlight, mere inches away!
"Clang!"
An astonishing scene unfolded!
Just as the burly man attempted to ambush you with a swipe of his chopper, your right hand shot up at the last moment, inexplicably catching the lethal blow between your thumb and index finger!
"Hmph."
Your lips curled into a taunting smile, your fingers lightly twisting. With a "ping," the chopper blade snapped cleanly in two!
As the broken blade tip flipped mid-air, you reached out, flicked the tip with your finger -- "ding!" -- and the blade darted like a flash into the burly man’s left shoulder, penetrating through, ultimately pinning to the advertisement board of the bus stop behind him!
As an old hand in the Jianghu society, the burly man finally realized he had hit a hard target - one that neither he nor his entire gang could afford to provoke. He quickly retreated, but after two backward steps, a palm suddenly struck him face-on. A surge of strength followed, and your five fingers locked onto his facial structure like talons, piercing painfully into his skull, causing the burly man’s body to twist unnaturally.
At this moment, a thought flashed through the burly man’s mind: if the man before him applied more force, his head would shatter like a fruit under pressure!