Wang Jixuan, Poor at Hand-to-Hand Combat [Thanks to Wuchou Xiaohan for the generous silver-tier support!]

Daoist Wang could easily tell that the man called Brother Hua was quite angry.

Brother Hua viciously kicked the female doctor, Wei Na, in the shoulder again. She had originally been clutching her abdomen and wailing; now, there was a shoeprint on her shoulder as well.

Profanities kept spilling from Brother Hua's mouth.

This greatly expanded Wang Jixuan's still fairly new vocabulary.

"Brother Hua... I was wrong, Brother Hua..."

Wei Na cried out intermittently:

"I really didn't mean to not go... That day... Ah! Cough, cough! Stop hitting me..."

Brother Hua paced back and forth, several traces of viciousness on his ferocious face as he glared down at the woman.

"You think you're safe hiding in the middle level? What level's Security Team doesn't have friends from our Black Fire Gang?"

Brother Hua cursed:

"I've got a hundred ways to kill you!

"You bitch! The surgery was all set up, and you stood me up? You really think I don't dare touch you? Your ex-boyfriend captain already has a new girl!

"Speak! Are you doing this surgery or not?!"

Wang Jixuan listened quietly. He had initially thought this was some affair of love and hatred, but he soon realized that did not seem to be the case.

Wei Na said tremblingly, "Brother Hua... I really can't... I don't know surgery..."

"Fuck you!"

Brother Hua aimed the tip of his shoe at Wei Na's abdomen and kicked forward hard.

"You don't know surgery? Do you think I can't read? Was everything on your profile fake? Are you doing it or not?!"

"Brother Hua, I really... I don't want to..."

"Are you doing it or not?!"

"That's a crime... I don't want to..."

"If you don't do it, I'll beat you to death right here today!"

The man kept kicking her, and Wei Na's screams echoed through the eight- or nine-square-meter infirmary.

The two burly men in front of Wang Jixuan stood still like two doors, glaring at him with unfriendly expressions.

The two men increasingly felt that something was off.

This skinny young man was far too calm. His gaze remained clear as he merely watched what was happening behind them.

The burly man on the left jiggled the fat on his face and squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Hey! Kid, aren't you scared?"

Wang Jixuan frowned slightly, then said with a smile, "Why must you all force her like this? How about letting me persuade her?"

Brother Hua turned to look over, his narrow eyes fixed on Wang Jixuan as he snapped, "Who the fuck is this?!"

"Brother Hua, her boyfriend. You said so."

"You had us bring him in."

"He isn't... He isn't my boy... This has nothing to do with him, Brother Hua..."

Wei Na's face was filled with pain.

Curled up on the floor, she looked utterly miserable. She raised her head to look at Wang Jixuan and shook it vigorously, as though telling him not to interfere.

"You three friends of the... underworld."

Wang Jixuan showed a faint smile:

"If you keep hitting her like this, her internal organs will bleed and she'll be severely injured. Is there something you want her to do?

"If you beat her to death, won't you fail to achieve your goal as well?"

Brother Hua tilted his head and looked at Wang Jixuan.

"Kid, want to play hero? Come here."

He pulled out that handgun from his clothes and beckoned at Wang Jixuan with it.

Wang Jixuan had seen this thing in Mu Liang's memories. It was a kind of... powerful mechanical Hidden Weapon.

Brother Hua sneered. "Persuade her."

Wang Jixuan calmly walked around the two burly men in front of him, crouched beside Wei Na, and pressed one finger to her neck.

Wei Na began speaking in an extremely low voice:

"Run... Go find the Security Team... They really kill people... Brother Hua! This has nothing to do with him. He's my ex-boyfriend's younger brother..."

"What do they want you to do?" Wang Jixuan asked.

Wei Na kept shaking her head, a little blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

"Can't you agree to it?" Wang Jixuan asked softly. "The murderous aura around them is heavy. They should be desperate criminals. I don't think they'll let you go easily."

Desperate criminals? Murderous aura?

Brother Hua narrowed his eyes slightly and, without warning, kicked Wang Jixuan in the back.

Wang Jixuan pressed his left hand to the ground and barely managed not to fall, his expression growing somewhat impatient.

Wei Na cried out in despair, "Just leave! This has nothing to do with you! They want me to perform surgery and remove other people's organs! They're from the Lower City!"

"You still want to leave?"

Brother Hua bent down and pressed the muzzle of the gun to the back of Wang Jixuan's head.

"Doctor Wei seems pretty worried about this kid, huh?

"Now this is fun. I have a buddy who likes skinny, weak men like this.

"How about sending your boyfriend over for him to play with for a few days, top student Wei?"

Wang Jixuan said, "Fellow Daoist, are you slandering this poor Daoist by saying I favor men?"

"What's he saying?" Brother Hua had not quite heard him.

A faint glow bloomed in Wang Jixuan's eyes as he calmly and rapidly recited:

"Thus the indestructible Vajra endures, and the Myriad Laws Calamity Wheel emerges to subdue demons."

Buzz!

A faint layer of golden light flashed across Wang Jixuan's body!

"You—!"

Brother Hua only felt his vision blur and his hand go empty, two afterimages appearing before his eyes!

His chest was suddenly struck by a heavy blow, and the scene before him rapidly receded! Then came a violent impact against his back, followed by the endless sound of various injections shattering!

Brother Hua felt unbearably suffocated, unable to draw breath as his body slid limply down. He opened his mouth to speak, only to spit out a mouthful of blood as his eyes rapidly became bloodshot.

The infirmary fell silent.

Not only were the two burly men frozen in place, Wei Na was stunned as well.

What had she just seen?

This skinny, weak-looking Mu Liang had sent Brother Hua flying with one punch?

Wang Jixuan's left arm, which had thrown the punch, was already dislocated. It hung at his side at an unnatural angle, his wrist somewhat bruised purple. He held the handgun in his right hand and turned it over curiously.

He did not spare Brother Hua another glance, merely staring at the two burly men.

Before passing out, Brother Hua used the last of his strength to shout, "Get him..."

The two burly men immediately prepared to rush forward.

Wang Jixuan calmly raised the handgun. Although its safety was still on, the two men wisely raised their hands.

They are merely a mundane gang.

Wang Jixuan did not pull the trigger. He only gave a slight shove forward, and one pant leg on each of the two men immediately became wet.

"Get out! All of you, get out!"

Wei Na shouted with all her strength, as though venting her anger.

The two burly men turned and ran. Their movements were trembling when they opened the door, and after leaving, they even remembered to shut it behind them before running off in a flash, clutching their sweatpants.

Wang Jixuan shook his head and placed the handgun on a nearby table.

Wei Na had already sat up against the medicine cabinet.

Her arms trembled as she lowered her head and coughed repeatedly. She pulled a crooked homemade cigarette from the back pocket of her hot pants, lit it with a button-sized lighter, put it between her lips, inhaled, and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Wang Jixuan pointed at Brother Hua. "Aren't you calling the Security Team?"

"They're from the Lower City's Black Fire Gang," Wei Na said, swallowing blood-tinged saliva. "The Middle City Security Team has a lot of people they've bought off, and the Middle City Security Team generally doesn't go down to the lower levels. Down there is lawless territory... Sorry for dragging you into this."

"What did they want you to do?"

"Remove organs," Wei Na said after taking a drag. "Take the healthy internal organs from some homeless people they catch, put them in life-support cases, then sell them to people who can afford the price."

Wang Jixuan tried to understand and asked in confusion, "Aren't the three types of quotas forbidden from being traded?"

Wei Na looked at him as though he were an idiot and asked in return, "Do you seriously not know, or are you trying to act cute? Quotas are only useful in the Upper City and Middle City. In the Lower City, they use precious metals and other hard currency."

"I haven't been there," Wang Jixuan said, slightly embarrassed. "Can you help me issue that certificate now?"

"You're still thinking about your mental health certificate?"

Wei Na did not know whether to laugh or cry.

With a cigarette between her lips, she endured the pain throughout her body and used the medicine cabinet to help herself stand. She looked at Wang Jixuan's hanging left arm, then watched with her own eyes as Wang Jixuan grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand, pushed, twisted, and instantly set the dislocation back in place.

That creaking sound made Wei Na shudder.

"You... How did you do that?" she asked belatedly.

Wang Jixuan said seriously, "I taught myself freestyle fighting for several years."

"I saw light in your eyes earlier... This... Fine... What I mean is, thank you for saving me."

Wei Na supported herself against the wall and walked to the corner. She skillfully pressed several buttons on a screen supported by a square metal frame, and Mu Liang's detailed profile appeared.

She only ticked a few boxes and selected send. The frame around Mu Liang's portrait changed from pink to green.

"There. You don't need to undergo brain tissue removal surgery anymore."

Wei Na coughed several times, tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground, and stared blankly at the handgun by Wang Jixuan's side.

She sniffed, then spoke quickly:

"I'll handle things here, but I can't guarantee those two Black Fire Gang members who ran away won't come looking for you later. I'll have a friend contact you later and help you change residences.

"If investigators ask, say they kept beating me and the gun fell into my hands. Don't say anything else."

"Can I leave now?"

"Mm, go ahead. Can you leave the gun behind? You don't seem to have any way to hide it. I'll have my friend come deal with it."

"Alright," Wang Jixuan answered simply. He took two steps back, turned, and was about to pull open the alloy door.

"Hey! Mu Liang!"

Wei Na suddenly called out.

Wang Jixuan turned around and raised his hand to catch the first-aid kit and anti-inflammatory medicine Wei Na threw at him.

Wei Na took a deep breath and thrust out her chest. Though the motion tugged at her bruises and made her extremely uncomfortable, she still did her best to display the hot figure accentuated by her strapless crop top and hot pants.

"Really not going to give it a try? Big sister knows plenty of tricks. I can give you a great initiation. The atmosphere here is perfect!"

Wang Jixuan shook his head helplessly, slipped out, and closed the door. Following the direction from his memories, he walked back to his room.

Each standard lodging room was only about nine square meters, with a concealed private bathroom. The bathing rooms were shared facilities.

Wang Jixuan locked his door from the inside, cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.

His primordial spirit now... could not even be called a primordial spirit. Soul was the more fitting term.

The Great Vajra Spell had consumed too much of his Power of Soul. He needed rest now.

Wang Jixuan forced himself back to the bedside and barely assumed the five-hearts-facing-heaven posture.

Within this body, whose meridians were completely clogged, he struggled to circulate the simplest heavenly cycle.

Spiritual energy from the air rapidly gathered toward him.

Wang Jixuan felt a sense of urgency.

This place was far from peaceful. The powerful "demonic beasts" ravaging the land were already a tremendous threat, and Fortress 76 itself concealed so many dangers.

He had escaped death beneath heavenly tribulation. He could not possibly end up hacked to death by a mundane gang, could he?

Absolutely not.

Those people even possessed the Hidden Weapons called "firearms." Judging from movies of the Golden Age in Mu Liang's memories, if one of those things hit a vital point of the human body, it could kill an ordinary person.

The Black Fire Gang, harvesting organs...

This was exactly what a Demonic Cult should be.

Wang Jixuan's room soon fell quiet. Faint glimmers of light penetrated the soundproof metal from all directions, gathering with his breathing and circulation as they washed over his body.

Inside the district infirmary.

Wei Na tossed the butt of her second cigarette onto the floor, raised the cup of hot water, took two sips, and forcefully slapped the alarm button beneath the examination desk.

Piercing alarms sounded everywhere, and dark red warning lights appeared in the hallway.

Wei Na picked up the handgun beside her, switched off the safety, and took two steps to Brother Hua, who was kneeling there unconscious with his head lowered.

She held the handgun with both hands, her entire body trembling as she tried to bring it close to Brother Hua's chest. She held her breath, her lips continuously quivering.

"My mother wouldn't hit me this hard even when she was drunk!"

Bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

Flashes repeatedly appeared through the crack of the door.

The gun had been maintained well. With scalding blood splashed across her face, the female doctor successfully emptied the magazine.

Though I do not wish to say this, many esteemed readers will...

Wei Na was merely an ordinary supporting character, not the female lead.