nownovels Chapter 49: Even a Ming Jin martial arts master couldn't withstand the spear.
Chapter 49: Even a Ming Jin martial arts master couldn't withstand the spear.
"You dare bite me!"
The bald man slapped Cui Cui across the face with such force that it turned her face to the side.
Cui Cui let out a muffled groan, her body went limp and she collapsed, her eyes unfocused and her consciousness instantly blurred.
"Why didn't you just listen to me from the beginning?"
The bald man chuckled and reached out to scoop up Cui Cui like a sack.
The man with the thick beard stroked her face, grinning to reveal two rows of yellow teeth:
"Although we didn't get to see that kid, this girl has fair skin and is a top student from a public high school, so it's not a bad deal."
Li Tong stood aside, watching all of this with a blank expression.
His gaze lingered on Cui Cui for a moment, a hint of regret in his eyes, but he quickly looked away.
He took a Hademen cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it with a match, took a deep drag, and exhaled smoke from his nostrils.
"Let's get them in the car quickly, don't dawdle here."
The bald man bent down and threw Cui Cui onto the cart, followed by the bearded man. The three of them immediately headed into the depths of the alley.
……
Soon the group arrived at a narrow alley.
The alley is very deep.
The walls on both sides are towering, and there is only a sliver of sky overhead.
The three had only taken a dozen steps when the bald man at the front suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" the bearded man asked.
The bald man didn't answer, his gaze fixed on the shadows at the alley entrance ahead.
There was a person standing there.
In the shadows, only a vague outline could be vaguely seen.
Not tall, rather thin.
The person stood there quietly, and if he hadn't glanced in that direction earlier, he wouldn't have noticed them at all.
The bald man narrowed his eyes and demanded an answer in a stern voice.
"Who's there?"
No one answered.
The man remained standing, as if he hadn't heard anything.
The bald man strode toward the alley entrance, his steps neither fast nor slow, but each step was firm, as if he were ready to strike at any moment.
He was a tough guy with a bone cracking sound, and had been in the Wild Wolf Gang for seven or eight years. He had seen blood on his hands, and fighting was commonplace for him.
He didn't even consider a young man a threat.
"I'm asking you a question, are you deaf?"
He walked to a point about seven or eight meters away from the man and stopped.
In the dim moonlight of the streetlights, he saw that the other person was wearing a faded blue and white school uniform, and was tall and somewhat thin.
The face was obscured, only a pair of eyes gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.
The bald man felt a sudden chill run down his spine.
"Who the hell are you? Stop playing tricks on me!"
The bald man's voice rose a few decibels, and as he probed, he had already reached for the short knife at his waist.
The person didn't reply, which clearly indicated ill intent.
While proceeding cautiously, the bald man was already preparing to make his move.
But just before he made his move.
The person finally moved.
Instead of backing away, he reached into his clothes.
Before the bald man could even see what the other person had pulled out, a handful of white ash exploded like mist.
"Damn it! Lime!"
The bald man cried out in surprise and instinctively closed his eyes and turned his head.
But we were still a step too late.
The fine white powder flew into his eyes, and a burning pain exploded instantly, causing tears to gush out like a burst dam.
His vision went completely blurry, and he couldn't see anything.
"Hold!"
The bald man roared and wildly slashed forward with his short knife, the blade whistling sharply as it cut through the air.
But at that moment, a sharp gust of wind came from the side.
It's eerie and tricky, taking a visually unsettling approach.
The bald man only had time to tilt his head slightly before his right fist slammed solidly into his temple.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed through the narrow alley.
The bald man's head suddenly tilted to the side, and he was sent flying as if he had been hit by a hammer, crashing heavily into the wall.
His eyes were still open, but his pupils had already dilated.
The bald man's body slid down the wall and collapsed limply to the ground, motionless and lifeless.
One blow kills.
Fang Shuwen withdrew his fist and shook off the blood on his knuckles.
His gaze passed over the bald man's corpse and landed on the two people behind him.
The bearded man's mouth was agape, and his expression changed from confusion to horror in less than a second.
It was so fast, he hadn't even caught his breath yet.
"Brother Wang...?"
"You, you killed Brother Wang! Do you even know who his older brother is?"
His voice trembled, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he stared intently at the approaching figure, trying to distract it with words.
But his attempt was doomed to fail.
Fang Shuwen ignored him and lunged at the bearded man.
His speed was astonishing; the bluestone slabs beneath his feet made dull thuds, and the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered one by one.
The bearded man's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took a step back, frantically trying to draw the dagger from his waist.
But Fang Shuwen was faster.
Three meters apart, just a breath away.
Snake-like fangs thrust out.
The fist pierced the air with a sharp, explosive sound.
Before the bearded man could even move, Fang Shuwen's fist had already slammed down on him.
"Snap!"
The sound of bones cracking was crisp and piercing.
The bearded man's left forearm was bent at an unnatural angle, with white bone shavings piercing through his skin.
"ah--!"
Before the scream could even fully escape his throat, Fang Shuwen's second punch had already landed.
This time it was a left punch, cutting in from the right side, aiming straight for the temple of the bearded man.
The bearded man's right arm was still intact, and he raised his hand with all his might to block.
But Fang Shuwen's fist suddenly changed direction in mid-air, like a snake's head suddenly turning, bypassing his arm and hitting him solidly on the side of his neck.
"Bang!"
A dull thud echoed through the narrow alley.
The bearded man's eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened.
A muffled "ho ho" came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say anything at all.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he fell straight forward.
From the moment Fang Shuwen made his move to the moment the two men died, only a few breaths had passed.
The alleyway fell silent again.
Fang Shuwen shook the blood off his hands and slowly turned around.
Li Tong remained standing in the same spot.
His face was ashen, his lips were trembling, and the Hademen cigarette in his hand was almost burned out, so much so that he couldn't even feel his fingers.
His gaze slowly shifted from the two corpses to Fang Shuwen's face.
The mouth opened, then closed, then opened again.
"You...you're a Ming Jin martial arts master...don't come any closer!"
Li Tong's face was filled with terror and he was deathly pale.
He retreated while frantically begging for mercy.
Soon, Li Tong was backed into a corner with nowhere to go.
His face was ashen, and his lips were trembling.
"Brother, what good will it do you to kill me? The Wild Wolf Gang won't let you get away with this. Baldy's boss is a hall master of the Wild Wolf Gang, a martial arts master who has reached the Great Perfection of Ming Jin!"
"You can't afford to mess with him. Spare my life and I'll cover for you. He'll never be able to find you."
Fang Shuwen looked at him without saying a word, but stopped walking.
Upon seeing this, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Li Tong's eyes.
He slowly, little by little, lowered himself down, bending his knees as if he were about to kneel.
"I still have money, I have a lot of money. If you let me go, I'll give you all my money..."
As he spoke, he secretly reached for his waist, using his body as cover.
"I really know I was wrong. Please give me one chance, just one..."
"Opportunity? Someone like you think you can live?" Fang Shuwen's icy voice rang out.
Whether in his past life or this one, human traffickers are the thing he hates most.
If we hadn't encountered it, that would have been fine, but now that we have, we absolutely cannot let it go.
The sound faded away at that very moment.
Li Tong suddenly smiled.
A sinister smile that emanates from the very core of one's being, a smile that has been suppressed to the extreme and is finally released.
His right hand suddenly rose from his side, the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at Fang Shuwen's chest.
"Kid, remember this in your next life: never give anyone a chance to kneel down and beg for mercy!"
"Even if you're a master of internal energy cultivation, you can't stop a bullet!"
"Go to hell!"