Guerrilla Warfare

Guerrilla Warfare "Huh? What's this kid trying to do?"

Watching Xue Jing walk toward them, someone voiced his confusion.

"Wait, what's he holding...?"

A short-haired young man suddenly pointed at Xue Jing's right hand.

"A brick?"

"Does he think picking up a brick off the ground makes him intimidating? Ha, what can one brick do?"

Someone scoffed, hefting the metal baseball bat in his hand.

The group sneered viciously as they moved toward Xue Jing.

On the quiet nighttime street, one side was a gang of more than a dozen thugs, while the other was a lone student in a school uniform. Both sides slowly approached each other.

As Xue Jing walked forward, he used the instinctive feel for throwing granted by Aim to gauge the distance.

When less than twenty meters remained between them, Xue Jing stopped.

This should be about right.

He could vaguely sense that this was the perfect throwing distance. Going with that feeling, Xue Jing raised the fist-sized half brick in his hand.

"That kid's going to throw the brick! Watch out!"

Someone called out a warning.

Before he could finish speaking, the head of the Crew Cut Youth beside him suddenly burst open.

Bang!!

"Aah!!"

Red brick fragments sprayed everywhere, cutting several wounds across his face. Quite a few fragments went into his eyes, making him let out a miserable scream.

As for the Crew Cut Youth who had been struck in the head by the brick, he had already fallen to the ground without a sound. A huge gash split his forehead, blood gushing from it.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell was that!?"

"Someone got shot!?"

"No, that was a brick thrown by that brat!"

"Sheng Hua passed out!"

"Fuck, get him! Move!"

Amid the chaos, some went to help the youth who had been struck in the head, while others stood frozen in place. Most, however, immediately accelerated toward Xue Jing.

Yet the instant Xue Jing threw the half brick, he turned without hesitation and started running again! "Fuck, get him!"

"Stop running, you little bastard! I'll kill your whole family, fuck your mother!"

Several minutes later, everyone stopped, panting heavily as they stared at the figure in the school uniform in the distance.

They really couldn't catch him! And the moment they stopped, Xue Jing stopped as well and slowly turned around.

A bad feeling rose in everyone's hearts.

Soon, their fears came true.

The streets of the South District had no shortage of one thing: all kinds of trash.

Xue Jing picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.

The sight immediately threw the thugs into disarray.

"Fuck, find cover!!"

"Move, that spot's mine!"

Some shoved each other aside over a hiding spot behind a plastic trash bin.

"Spread out, spread out!"

In the chaos, the glass beer bottle came whistling through the air and accurately struck one of the tall, skinny youths who had failed to dodge in time right in the head.

Bang!

"Aah!!"

The tall, skinny youth clutched his head as blood streamed between his fingers. "He's got nothing left in his hands, so get him already!"

He seemed to be a minor leader. Seeing him give the order, the people around him hurried out from behind their cover.

But by then, Xue Jing had already run far away.

They looked at one another, unsure whether they should continue the chase.

"What are you standing around for? Chase him!"

the tall, skinny youth snapped furiously.

Seeing this, they could only chase after Xue Jing once more.

After chasing him three or four times in a row, everyone's stamina was failing from all-out sprinting. This time, they had not chased for long before most of them gradually slowed down.

The moment they slowed, Xue Jing noticed and stopped.

"This..."

They swallowed hard, staring fearfully as the handsome youth in the school uniform slowly turned around.

When they saw Xue Jing bend down to pick up something from the ground yet again, someone in the crowd finally cracked.

"Run!!"

At that shout, everyone who had already been thinking of retreating scattered like birds and beasts, desperately scrambling toward nearby cover.

"Move, move, I got here first!"

"Why the fuck are you squeezing in? Get lost!"

"Damn it, you little punk! Fuck you and your whole family!"

Faced with an enemy they could never catch, one who would randomly pick a lucky victim to smash in the head whenever he stopped, everyone felt fear well up from the bottom of their hearts.

Regret—overwhelming regret—filled them all.

Which fucking bastard had suggested grabbing this student from the Affiliated High School!?

Whoosh!

A rusted steel bar more than thirty centimeters long and as thick as a finger shot straight at them like an arrow.

Thud!

A thug hiding behind an iron-sheet shack stared at the steel bar that had pierced through the thin metal sheet in front of him. It had missed blowing open his head by only a few centimeters, and tears immediately streamed down his face.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. Looking up, he saw Xue Jing in the distance bending down again to pick something up from the ground.

"Mommy!!!"

The thug immediately wailed and ran in the direction away from Xue Jing as though he wished he had been born with two more legs.

But before he could get far, a small chunk of concrete flew in from the distance and accurately smashed into the back of his head. Stone dust exploded everywhere as it cracked his skull open.

"Run, run! Hurry up and run!"

They completely lost any will to resist. Terrified beyond measure, they fled back the way they had come, clutching their heads.

And so, the situation reversed.

That night, an extraordinary sight appeared on the outer streets of the South District.

More than a dozen young hoodlums with dyed hair and tattoos ran away crying for their mothers, while behind them, a handsome student in an Affiliated High School uniform, looking like a well-behaved kid, relentlessly chased after them.

Every so often, the student would casually pick up some hard piece of trash from the ground and throw it at the crowd ahead. Every throw landed true, and the sounds of heads being smashed open rose one after another.

The weapons in their hands also fell to the ground one by one, becoming Xue Jing's throwing tools.

"Here it comes again!"

"Bro! Dad! Father, Grandpa! Please, stop throwing things!"

"I surrender, I surrender! Stop throwing!"

Everyone shouted and screamed as they ran.

The commotion was so loud that it alerted the residents in the neighborhood. They opened their windows and looked outside, immediately marveling at the absurd scene.

"Hey, aren't those Razor Gang guys? What happened?"

"Did another gang come in to seize their territory?"

"No, why is there a student? He looks like he's wearing an Affiliated High School uniform."

"Hey, that's strange. Why are they being chased by a student?"

One yellow-haired youth simply could not run any farther. He stopped and gasped for breath.

At that moment, a nightmare-like figure approached from his side.

The yellow-haired youth turned around and saw Xue Jing standing expressionlessly before him, his cold, sharp gaze fixed on him. He held a metal baseball bat in one hand.

"...M-Mercy, hero."

The yellow-haired youth smoothly dropped to his knees, pleading with terror in his eyes.

Bang!

The whistling baseball bat smashed viciously into his left ear, sending his entire body flying several meters sideways. He landed limply on the ground, motionless.

Xue Jing carried the bloodstained baseball bat as he slowly walked toward the remaining thugs, who could barely run anymore.

The baseball bat dragged across the ground, its metal surface scraping against the concrete with a clanging sound.

His footsteps were neither fast nor slow. Each step felt as though it were stomping on their hearts.

Step by step.