Ambush at Home

Ambush at Home

Knowing he couldn't escape, the old man obediently led the two upstairs.

When they reached the door of his rented room, he was about to unlock it when Huang Ji suddenly frowned and stopped him.

"What is it?" the old man asked, puzzled.

"..." Huang Ji looked at the doorknob, then at the floor by the stairs.

He raised a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, then motioned for the old man to open the door.

The old man opened it, and Huang Ji was the first to enter.

His footsteps were heavy, with no attempt to conceal them, yet he simultaneously gestured to the two behind him not to make a sound.

What did that mean? Lin Li had no idea, but he trusted Huang Ji.

The old man, however, seemed to realize something. He followed Huang Ji's instructions and remained silent.

The two slowly entered...

Bang! Huang Ji suddenly slammed the front door shut.

He glanced at the bedroom door and smiled faintly.

Then he casually walked to the living room sofa and picked up the remote. Throughout the entire process, he deliberately exposed the sound of his footsteps, making sure anyone listening knew he had reached the sofa.

Then he tiptoed quietly back into the hallway.

Huang Ji concealed their movements, led the other two behind the corner outside the bedroom door, and pressed the remote to turn on the TV.

"I swear! One hundred percent genuine South African diamonds, one hundred percent Swiss movement! I guarantee that once I announce the price, our phones will be ringing off the hook! Guess how much? Only 666..."

A program played on the television, and the silent room instantly became noisy.

Huang Ji even changed the channel several times before picking a reasonably normal drama channel.

After that, he leaned against the wall and stood at the corner with the other two.

The old man and Lin Li exchanged glances. Lin Li's eyes were full of confusion. What was Huang Ji doing? Playing Hide-and-Seek here?

"Big bro..." Lin Li was just about to speak.

Huang Ji had already fixed his eyes on him and raised an index finger, signaling him to stay quiet.

Lin Li hurriedly covered his mouth and waited in silence.

Creak... Suddenly, the bedroom door beside the corner was opened from the inside!

The bedroom door made only a faint sound. If someone had been sitting on the living room sofa, they would never have heard it over the noise of the television.

Lin Li's eyes widened. The old man's expression darkened as he stared fixedly at the living room floor, where faint shadows from the bedroom direction could be seen.

Someone was there! Someone was hiding in his bedroom! And there were two of them!

The hidden men had heard the "old man" return home, walk over to the sofa, turn on the television, and even change the channel...

So they secretly emerged from the bedroom and quietly approached the sofa.

They were clearly after the old man! They had been lying in ambush inside his home!

That was close! If he hadn't noticed those tiny clues, I'd probably be sitting on that sofa watching TV right now... and getting ambushed with ease!

No! There are two of them. Even if I had opened the bedroom door and spotted them, I wouldn't have stood a chance in a direct fight...

The old man stared at the calm Huang Ji in astonishment, recalling the meticulousness Huang Ji had displayed during the earlier pursuit.

He could not help marveling at how incredible the man's powers of observation were. From nothing more than a few traces on the lock and stairs, he had realized that outsiders had entered his room.

Only someone with immense experience and survival instincts that kept them constantly vigilant could tell that a lock had been opened by means other than a key.

Then, in the very first moment, he had judged that the enemies were probably hiding in the bedroom. He had immediately thought of using the sounds of footsteps and the television to trick the people inside into coming out on their own.

At that moment, the two hidden men still believed they had not been discovered and were sneaking toward the sofa.

They thought themselves mantises stalking a cicada, never realizing that the three of them were the oriole behind them.

As the two hidden men crept toward the sofa in the darkness—

Huang Ji suddenly stepped out and followed behind them.

The old man and Lin Li hurriedly followed as quietly as they could, but Huang Ji moved too fast. Somehow, he had already soundlessly closed in on the enemies.

The two hidden men walked one before the other, both gripping knives.

The one in front had already discovered that no one was on the sofa.

"No one?" he exclaimed in surprise.

The hidden man behind him was about to turn around when Huang Ji struck with a clean, decisive chop to a precise spot on the back of his head.

Compared to the back of the neck, striking the back of the head made it easier to knock someone unconscious. Moreover, the location he attacked was one that information indicated had an extremely high chance of causing unconsciousness.

Huang Ji's method of exerting force was a technique he had derived and improved from martial arts. It allowed him to bring out ninety percent of his arm muscles' power.

Two people could have the same weight, even the same amount of muscle, yet possess vastly different strength. That was the reason.

A muscle-bound fitness coach might not even be able to put more force into a punch than a lean Muay Thai fighter.

When ordinary people threw punches with all their might, they only used twenty percent of their power. After boxing training, they could reach forty percent. True martial artists could reach seventy or eighty percent.

With a short swing of his arm, Huang Ji could generate the force an ordinary person would produce only by wildly swinging their arm.

Thud! Huang Ji struck fiercely and easily knocked one man unconscious. The man collapsed cleanly and decisively.

Hearing the movement, the other man hurriedly turned around, and the knife in his hand had already slashed out ahead of him!

His attack was sharp and vicious. He clearly used knives regularly!

But Huang Ji had been prepared. He had already crouched low in advance!

"What!"

The man was shocked. His slash had missed Huang Ji and swept over his head.

Before he could launch a second slash, Huang Ji followed the motion and drove his index finger, like a sword, viciously into the hollow at the man's chest!

That was the only spot on the front of the human torso with no muscle!

It was located between the chest and abdomen. Behind the skin and fat lay the hollow between the two rows of ribs.

Some people suffered from pectus excavatum, where that spot caved deeply inward like a funnel.

Human skin was highly elastic. In theory, with enough force, a finger could be driven in an inch and a half!

When a normal person was struck there this hard, the lung muscles would be violently stimulated into contracting, directly expelling all the air from the lungs!

"Pfft! Urgh, urgh, urgh, urgh, ah..."

That strike left the man limp all over. In an instant, he expelled all the air from his lungs. By the end, his exhalations had even turned into zombie-like groans.

Then came suffocation!

Huang Ji's finger was still pressed into the spot, and the man's chest muscles had gone numb. For the moment, he could not even draw breath!

"Urgh, urgh, urgh..." The man made strange zombie-like noises, which gradually faded until no sound could come from his throat.

He stared at Huang Ji in terror, flailing and grabbing wildly with both hands.

Huang Ji sidestepped backward, avoiding the attacks while catching the hand holding the knife and wrenching it hard!

His grip and point of force were exquisitely precise. With a crunch, the bone dislocated.

Then Huang Ji struck with both hands in rapid succession! He precisely seized the various joints in the man's arms and twisted! Ground! Chopped!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Dislocating tendons and bones!

Before long, Huang Ji had taken apart every joint in the man's two arms and two legs as if dismantling a remote control!

Every joint in his limbs had been dislocated! The man could only collapse to the floor, trembling violently. Huang Ji followed with a kick, and he immediately passed out.

"S-So awesome!" Lin Li had watched the entire thing, and his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

Whether someone knew martial arts was obvious at a glance.

When ordinary people fought, they did not have such clear thinking. They would generally throw a punch at the enemy first, then decide how to respond based on the other person's reaction.

Most of the time, they relied purely on instinct. Once a fight began, their minds were actually blank. That was why Lin Li felt that so many fights seemed turn-based.

But Huang Ji was different. From the moment he attacked, it was as though he had never intended to let his opponents strike back...

That was true fighting. There were no unnecessary probing moves—only sharp decisiveness and swift subjugation.

From the instant he attacked, he knew exactly what he intended to do. Every move had a clear purpose. Not a single strike was a gamble.

Lin Li had fought before too, but no matter how fancy the moves he imagined were, once the fight actually began, it always turned into a grapple: the two people clutching each other, one shoving twice, the other ramming twice...

Eventually, it even became wrestling.

"To possess such skill at such a young age... ordinary people wouldn't even last one move against him!" Lin Li was not the only one shocked. The old man was stunned as well.

He secretly felt fortunate that he had not acted recklessly earlier. Otherwise, he would have ended up just like the men lying on the floor.

"Big bro! What was that move just now? It looked like you made him unable to breathe with one finger!" Lin Li was so excited. This was the first time he had seen real martial arts.

He had seen Huang Ji drive his finger into the enemy's body and thought it had pierced through flesh! But when he looked closer, it had not. There was only a red mark on the skin, which had sunk in slightly and was slowly springing back.

Huang Ji explained, "That is the pressure-relief buffer point of the chest cavity. Once it suffers a heavy blow, all the air in the lungs gets expelled."

"Holy shit! The Air-Expelling Finger!" Lin Li immediately gave it a name.

Huang Ji looked at him speechlessly. At that moment, the old man asked, "Who are they?"

"How would I know? They came for you," Huang Ji said deliberately.

"Then who are you? And how much do you know?" the old man asked, staring intently at Huang Ji.

Huang Ji calmly said, "I know a lot. Wang Xiaofan told me everything. He once invited me to join you, but it wasn't convenient for me at the time, so I refused."

"Later, I learned that he had died, so I kept searching for your whereabouts."

"I'm sorry about his death."

Wang Xiaofan was the old man's son. At Huang Ji's mention of him, the old man's eyes instantly reddened.

P.S.: Sorry.