Because Song Chengqi's kick was neither high nor low, at most reaching the height of the Nine-Tattooed Dragon's lower abdomen, with such a low first step, the second step might not even reach the top of his own head.
Sure enough, Song Chengqi stepped on Nine-Tattooed Dragon's shoulder with his second foot. Just when Nine-Tattooed Dragon thought he was going to fail this time, Song Chengqi slammed his feet on Nine-Tattooed Dragon's head, leaped upwards, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and used his arms to lift his body up, flipping himself over!
Only Nine-Tattooed Dragon was left dumbfounded. In his eyes, Song Chengqi's movements completely lacked the grandeur of a grandmaster, and were completely inconsistent with the imposing manner when the old man lifted his long robe and took a running start. The movement of stepping on the wall and his own head with three feet was also not aesthetically pleasing, but it was quite practical. It was more like a Western sports movement than kung fu.
After commenting on Song Chengqi's actions, he realized a problem: Song Advisor had used him to climb over the four-meter-high wall, but now that he had a slight limp, it was uncertain whether he could climb over it.
He hurriedly stepped back to run up, but failed twice in a row. Not daring to rest for long, he took a Nine-Tattooed Dragon breaths and finally managed to hang on the wall with both hands on his third attempt, and skillfully climbed over the back wall of the orphanage.
It took him three tries to get in, and four or five minutes had already passed by. When he landed, he found that he was in a backyard. The area near the back wall was full of weeds and bushes that needed to be trimmed. In the distance, he could see a water tank in the yard.
"Not waiting for me?" He straightened up and looked around but couldn't find Song Chengqi. He stepped out of the bushes and hadn't gone far when he saw several young men in social worker vests rushing over with wooden sticks in their hands. He spotted Nine-Tattooed Dragon at a glance.
"That old mute monkey kept gesturing and pointing towards the backyard, and sure enough, someone jumped in!" said the young man in the lead, holding a wooden stick.
Nine-Tattooed Dragon spotted Song Chengqi timidly following behind the social worker. The old mute monkey the young man was talking about was obviously Song Chengqi. When Song Chengqi saw Nine-Tattooed Dragon looking at him, he shook his head slightly when no one was looking.
"You can't beat me. I only came in to steal some food; I've been starving for days." Seeing that Song Chengqi wasn't going to let him acknowledge the other party, Nine-Tattooed Dragon spoke directly to the several unfriendly-looking youths.
"Steal? Why don't you steal in the city and come here to steal? You're kidding me!" The young man waved his hand, and four or five of his companions, carrying wooden sticks, surrounded Nine-Tattooed Dragon, ready to beat him up first.
Seeing Nine-Tattooed Dragon fight with the other party, Song Chengqi pretended to be frightened, turned around and ran towards the building in front of him, disappearing into the door of the second-floor containment building in the blink of an eye.
Upon entering the shelter, Song Chengqi saw that some mentally challenged middle-aged and elderly people were wandering around in the corridor, their faces pale and sickly. They were dressed in rags and were so emaciated that they were barely recognizable as human. Some of these people were stuffing things into their mouths and swallowing them. Song Chengqi tell that those things were clearly plaster or even mud scraped off the walls.
The iron doors to all the containment cells on the first floor were locked, with only a small peephole. Looking out and in, each containment cell contained at least six or seven people laid out on the ground. There were a few tattered blankets, and they were all middle-aged or elderly. There wasn't even a toilet. The stench was overwhelming. Most of the people in the containment cells were curled up and lying motionless. Occasionally, someone would move, but they were pulling cotton wool out of the holes in their blankets and putting it into their mouths to stave off hunger!
"Bo Ming."
"Bo Ming!"
"Bo Ming!"
Song Chengqi walked through each door, calling out Bo Ming's name. He went through all the containment rooms on the first floor, and finally heard a response in the last room.
"Song Advisor?"
The voice didn't belong to Bo Ming, but to an elderly man who had come to the orphanage with Bo Ming. He had been lying weakly on the floor, but upon seeing Song Chengqi outside the viewing window, he suddenly found strength and struggled to his feet, throwing himself against the iron gate. His withered hands gripped the window, and he cried out in despair, "Song Advisor, help! Help! They lock up the people they take in here, taking them to the doctor for blood tests every day or two! The dozen or so children they brought from the Elderly Home have also disappeared; I heard they were sold! Bo Ming... Bo Ming was knocked unconscious in this room, and then he disappeared. He's probably dead! Song Advisor, save me!"
After these words were shouted quickly, Song Chengqi, who was looking through the window, closed his eyes and staggered slightly. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were bloodshot!
Chapter 242 I Kill
Song Chengqi said to the old man trapped in the shelter, "Wait for me to get the key." He then turned and walked towards the backyard. Just as he reached the building entrance, he heard footsteps. He quickly stepped to the side and pressed himself against the wall. Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who had just defeated several youths, walked in from outside. As soon as Nine- Song Chengqi's right hand had already swept across his waist. By the time Nine-Tattooed Dragon's second foot stepped in, a bayonet that was at least a foot and a half long was already in Song Chengqi's hand.
By the time Nine-Tattooed Dragon had half his body inside, Song Chengqi had already aimed his bayonet at Nine-Tattooed Dragon's waist, ready to strike. After clearly seeing Nine-Tattooed Dragon, he turned the blade around and asked calmly, "Where are the others?"
"I knocked him unconscious in the backyard." Nine-Tattooed Dragon glanced at the bayonet in Song Chengqi's hand. "Song Advisor, where did you pick up this bayonet? The spine is rusty and can't be cleaned."
It was common to find bayonets in Hong Kong, whether picked up, bought, or accidentally dug up in the mud. They belonged to the Britain, the Japan, or even to Kuomintang soldiers who fled to Hong Kong. Nine-Tattooed Dragon, who worked as a vegetable deliveryman for Scribe Hui, had seen vegetable farmers dig up several bayonets from fields near the military camp.
"Shanghai." Song Chengqi, bayonet in hand, walked to the group of young men who had been knocked unconscious by Nine-Tattooed Dragon in the backyard. He searched their bodies, found a large bunch of keys, and tossed them to Nine-Tattooed Dragon: "Open all the rooms and let everyone out."
"Oh." Nine-Tattooed Dragon took the key and went inside to open the doors to the various containment cells. Song Chengqi, meanwhile, used the blade of his bayonet to slap the head of the young man carrying the key, waking him up. The young man, clearly the leader among them, opened his eyes, saw Song Chengqi, and before he could react, he braced himself on the ground, trying to sit up, muttering, "Old mute..."