"Crack!"
The sole on Wang Xuan's left arm was cleaved apart, and he clearly felt the blade cut into his flesh. He had no time to worry about the pain. He twisted and thrust out his wrist, grabbed the other man's long hair, and yanked him back. The dagger in his right hand carried a fierce gust of wind as he plunged it viciously into the back of the man's neck.
"Squelch!"
The sharp blade stabbed in through the cervical spine. The man instantly stiffened where he stood, his terrified eyes bulging wide. His gaping mouth could not make a sound.
"Thud!"
Wang Xuan knocked the man down, and the two of them crashed to the ground together.
Before he could even catch his breath, footsteps sounded behind him. He turned his head and saw another man already closing in, raising his blade to chop down.
Watching the blade draw closer, Wang Xuan knew there was no time to get up and run. At the critical moment, he hugged the corpse beneath him and suddenly rolled over.
"Crack!"
The sound of a blade entering flesh rang out. The newcomer brought his knife down hard onto the corpse's shoulder, the tip of the blade almost touching Wang Xuan's nose. If the knife hadn't gotten caught on the bone in the shoulder, that strike would have taken most of his life.
When the newcomer saw that he had hit the wrong target, he immediately tried to pull out the knife and continue. However, he had used too much force, and the blade was stuck in the bone. He couldn't pull it free in one motion.
Wang Xuan seized the opportunity to roll over again. The cleaver stuck in the corpse came free from the man's hand. As the man stood there in a daze, Wang Xuan looked up and saw the newcomer's crotch pointing directly at him.
Pointing your crotch at someone was terribly rude.
He bent his knees, pushed off the ground with his toes, and braced his left hand against the floor. His body flipped over violently, his right arm bent, and his elbow rose in one smooth motion!
If we said elbow, then elbow it was!
"Awooo!" The voice rose from low to high, then changed from coarse to shrill, before abruptly cutting off. His legs clamped together, his knees went weak, and with a thump, he fell to his knees.
His eyes bulged out of their sockets, his mouth stretched wider than ever before, and his trembling little tongue was clearly visible, yet not a single sound came out.
The muscles on his face had twisted completely, making his original appearance unrecognizable.
He covered his crotch with both hands, but blood seeped out between his fingers.
"Do you understand? Force acts mutually. I didn't even say my elbow hurt. Look at you—what a useless wimp!"
The last pursuer finally came around. He looked at his two companions lying on the ground and clearly saw that they were dead. Yet the target was sitting there, covered in blood from head to toe, cheerfully chatting and laughing with the corpse of one of his companions.
The scene was bloody and bizarre. The target slowly raised his head and looked toward him, letting out a strange, cackling laugh.
He slowly climbed to his feet and tilted his head from side to side, producing two crisp clicks. Wang Xuan raised his hand and beckoned to the man ahead with a finger. "Come on. If you don't come over, your companions will be waiting impatiently. How lonely the two of them must be on the road to the underworld. Good brothers for life—born together, die together!"
The killing intent gradually faded from the newcomer's body, while fear slowly took root in his heart.
"If you won't come over, I'll go to you!"
Seeing Wang Xuan stride toward him, the man took a terrified step backward, then immediately turned and ran for his life.
"Run, you son of a bitch!"
After chasing him for a few steps, Wang Xuan realized he couldn't catch up. He cursed, swung his right arm backward, thrust out his waist, and used his forward momentum to hurl the dagger in his hand.
The dagger cut through the air in a streak of white light.
"Squelch!"
It plunged viciously into the man's lower back. Blood flowed along the blood groove in the dagger and instantly dyed his back red.
The man staggered and barely managed to run a few more steps. It seemed as though all the strength in his body was flowing out together with his blood.
Wang Xuan slowly walked out from behind him, bent down, gripped the dagger embedded in the corpse, and gently pulled it free.
As the dagger left the wound, a large amount of blood gushed out and stained his shoes.
He lightly stamped his foot, splashing a spray of blood.
Wang Xuan strode out from between the vehicles.
Outside, the two little brothers and the other two men were still facing off, like two ancient swordsmen. The moment either side discovered an opening, they might deliver a fatal strike.
Damn it!
Were they filming a movie?
Wang Xuan was furious. He had been fighting for his life inside, while these idiots outside were just glaring at each other.
"Why the hell didn't you play rock-paper-scissors? Whoever won could stab the other!"
His slightly hoarse voice rang out, drawing the attention of all four men. They turned to look at him together.
Wang Xuan walked out covered in blood, but the three men who had chased him inside were nowhere to be seen.
The two men who had come to kill Wang Xuan were swept by those violent, blood-red eyes. Their entire bodies shuddered, and they instinctively took a step back.
The two little brothers exchanged a glance, raised their daggers, and shouted, "Kill them!"
Judging by their running speed, Wang Xuan felt an urge to go over and stab the two of them to death first!
No wonder they had spent their whole lives as petty gangsters. They didn't have the slightest courage to kill anyone.
Still, even if they lacked the courage to kill, at least their shouts were loud. The two men opposite them were so frightened that they turned and ran. Under the threat of death, they erupted with unprecedented energy. By Wang Xuan's estimate, their speed was practically on par with Bolt.
The rumble of a car engine sounded from behind. Shen Leman had finally driven over. Wang Xuan stared at the two little brothers, whose suits remained immaculate, hair still neat, and leather shoes still gleaming.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
With a thump, the two little brothers fell to their knees.
"B-Big Brother... I..." Their voices trembled so badly they could barely form a sentence. They knew exactly what they had done wrong. Their boss had been attacked, and the two of them hadn't helped at all.
No, that wasn't quite true. They had at least kept two people occupied.
But when it came to killing, they ultimately hadn't dared. They had become gangsters just to earn a living. Fighting in group brawls was no big deal, but if they had possessed the nerve to kill, they wouldn't still be petty gangsters now.
The car door flew open with a bang. Shen Leman quickly ran over. A faint smile instantly appeared on Wang Xuan's face, but his voice remained icy. "Pick up everything you dropped earlier. If even one thing is missing, I'll kill you."
"Yes, yes, yes." The two little brothers scrambled to their feet. Their soles made an ear-piercing scraping sound against the ground as they quickly gathered all the discarded items, then returned to Wang Xuan's side with ingratiating smiles.
"Are you all right? Were you hurt?" Shen Leman ignored the blood covering Wang Xuan and immediately rushed over, searching him from head to toe.
"I'm fine! Let's go, before the police show up and cause trouble!"
Yesterday's chapter had a section harmonized away by the system. It happened to be the driving scene—the drifting was excellent, and I had worked so hard on it, but in the end... it was deleted!
I'm so sad. Everyone, vote to comfort my wounded heart!
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