Downright Rotten Luck

"Bang!"

The gulf in strength gave Huang Er no chance to react. A club struck him squarely.

His eyes rolled back at once. His head spun, and stars burst across his vision.

Then Wang Tie Zhu followed up with Countercut Dog's Butt, whipping his club up between Huang Er's legs.

"Awooo!"

Huang Er let out a yelp like a dog in agony, clutched his crotch, and toppled over stiff as a board.

Wang Tie Zhu was done, and so was Lamborghini.

Huang Da hadn't even figured out what was happening before he was beaten senseless.

Lamborghini tossed his head, flinging Huang Da like a rag onto Huang Er.

Passersby stopped to watch, but after some pointing and muttering, they moved on.

Everyone loved watching a fight, provided the sides were evenly matched. If it was exciting, people would cheer them on, and the gamblers might even start taking bets.

But a one-sided fight that ended in a few swift blows was hardly worth watching.

At most, someone might mention afterward, "Those two little bastards, Huang Da and Huang Er, got beaten up. Serves them right."

And that was that. If the two got up, everyone would carry on as usual. If they didn't, the City Patrol Division would send someone to haul away the bodies.

After that, everyone would still carry on as usual.

As for Wang Tie Zhu and Lamborghini...

Among the countless living beings of the Eastern Lands World, they were two of the lucky few: gifted, blessed with heaven-defying fortune, or both.

As the old saying went: you were like a firefly in the dark, so dazzling, so outstanding.

They had thrived in that little pond. In this far vaster world, they could still rise beyond the ordinary with ease.

Without the ceiling imposed by the Abyss