Trouble Comes Knocking

Murders occurring in several remote areas?

As Fang Qingyu put away his phone and headed for the next delivery, he couldn't help but recall the rainy night alley on his way home that day.

He really seemed to have seen black text that day.

But it was at night, and black overlapping with black, so he couldn't be entirely sure.

It seemed he couldn't take shortcuts home anymore.

Fang Qingyu raised his vigilance slightly.

He wasn't overly surprised.

When he was studying, he occasionally saw news like this, where an area would be designated as a danger zone.

They'd say it was a murderer who escaped from prison or something.

Fang Qingyu was used to it.

It was almost 7 PM.

Fang Qingyu bought two random bread rolls at a convenience store and sat on his e-bike, looking at the skill tree.

[Congratulations on your basic profession skill "E-Bike Piloting" leveling up to Lv.2, reward of one attribute point]

[Profession: Delivery Driver Lv.1 (33/100)]
[Profession Basic Skill: E-Bike Piloting Lv.2 (1/200)]

His e-bike skill progressed quite quickly in the rain.

The level-up came a day earlier than he expected.

If that was the case, he could level up his fitness skill tonight, which would be enough for the high-intensity training of the next few days.

However, using attribute points to replace massage therapy wasn't a long-term solution.

He still needed to make money quickly.

Fang Qingyu focused his gaze on speed.

He clicked the plus sign behind it.

He wouldn't gamble this time.

Even if increasing speed couldn't alleviate physical fatigue, he could still gain a bit more from fitness training tonight.

But as he had guessed before.

Strength, physique, and speed were all attributes related to the physical body.

They just focused on different aspects.

As the warm current surging from the soles of his feet disappeared, Fang Qingyu opened his eyes.

He had become stronger again.

[Speed: 8.4 → 9.4]

With this, all three physical dimensions had broken through the 9.0 mark.

Fang Qingyu felt like he could kill a cow now.

But after understanding the intensity of Formal Class...

This was still far from enough.

He had to become even stronger!

Fang Qingyu put away his phone, turned off the order-receiving function, went home to change into a shirt and dress pants, and started heading to the bar.

He glanced at the time; it was almost eight o'clock.

He hurriedly took the walkie-talkie from Xiao Si and went to his assigned area to start his shift.

Fang Qingyu's lower back was pressed against a cool steel pillar, his eardrums tingling slightly with the vibration of the subwoofer. Four beams of laser light cut through the writhing bodies on the dance floor, refracting into an eerie purplish-red in the champagne mist.

What was originally a tedious job was exceptionally interesting on the skill tree.

Looking at the crowd in front of him...

Fang Qingyu suddenly felt like he had grown a bit taller.

His increasingly robust physique prevented the frenzied crowd in front of him from getting anywhere near the DJ booth.

Unlike before, when he was always pulled back and forth with the crowd.

Especially when the DJ hyped everyone up to jump, he could only be squeezed in the crowd.

In a short period.

The people in front looked at Fang Qingyu resentfully.

They could have touched the DJ's hand before, but now they were ruthlessly blocked by this man.

Fang Qingyu ignored them.

He strictly adhered to his job responsibilities.

The revelry continued until two in the morning.

Only then did Fang Qingyu hand over the radio and clock out.

However, as he was leaving through the back door, Fourth Brother suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Qingzi, want to grab some late-night food with me before heading back?"

Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, then smiled and shook his head.

"Next time, Fourth Brother. I have something tomorrow morning, so I need to get back early to rest. I'll treat you another day."

"Alright then."

Xiao Si didn't say anything further.

Seeing this, Fang Qingyu pushed open the back door and walked towards his e-bike.

Just as he was about to get on, he suddenly noticed the rear tire was completely flat.

A screwdriver was stuck in the tire.

Now Fang Qingyu understood why Xiao Si had suddenly invited him out for late-night food.

"So you're finally off work."

Two people emerged from both inside and outside the alley.

Fang Qingyu stood up and looked, recognizing a familiar title.

[Liao Tang Group Branch Manager]

It was the man in the suit who had caused trouble at the bar a few days ago.

Shen Rui emerged from the darkness with his men, glaring ferociously at Fang Qingyu.

That day, besides being beaten up by Brother Jiao, he had also paid half the discount for the entire bar!

He had originally intended to swallow the loss.

After all, Brother Jiao was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

But he hadn't expected that the young man who had grabbed his hand that day wasn't Brother Jiao's subordinate.

Now, he finally had a target for his anger.

Fang Qingyu ignored what Shen Rui was saying and turned to scan his surroundings.

He casually picked up a wooden stick.

When he was a child, he had a brain condition and often forgot things.

He might forget a friend he made yesterday and what they said by the next day.

Over time, few people were willing to play with him.

The nickname "Big Idiot" was also stuck on him.

Those who understood, understood.

When there's someone in class nicknamed "Big Idiot,"

He becomes the target of bullying for boys desperate for attention.

It was during that time Fang Qingyu learned how to fight.

His gaze swept over the four people surrounding him from front and back.

Good.

All ordinary people.

Today is a good opportunity to test the results of his martial arts training.

Seeing that Fang Qingyu was ignoring him, Shen Rui's expression instantly turned grim.

It's fine if he doesn't beg for mercy now.

When he's kneeling later, he'll naturally lower his head.

He'd seen plenty of people like this.

"Attack!"

With a command, Everyone charged forward together, completely disregarding Fang Qingyu.

Even though Fang Qingyu was holding a wooden stick.

After all, ganging up was their specialty.

If they attacked together, even if one of them took a few hits, the others could still pin the opponent down.

That would be their chance to vent.

As for losing, they hadn't even considered that possibility.

Who can instantly kill two people head-on and still defend against two sneak-attacking from behind?

Do you think you're some kind of super-soldier?

But they didn't expect that Fang Qingyu's greatest strength was in group fights.

The kind where one person fights a crowd!

The two people directly in front of him reached him, their fists flying straight towards his head.

This was the most vulnerable spot to be stunned.

Of course, Fang Qingyu couldn't just not defend.

He stepped his left foot to the right. While he couldn't completely dodge, he wouldn't be hit in the head.

Bang—

As his left shoulder took a punch, Fang Qingyu's wooden stick also slammed hard onto the head of the person on his right.

He just didn't expect it to break after one hit.

Fang Qingyu ignored the person next to him still swinging punches at him. He lunged forward, grabbed the dazed person on the right by the collar, and threw punch after punch at their jaw.

"Damn it, get him!!"

The people rushing from behind had also arrived. Seeing Fang Qingyu beating their companion to a pulp, two of them grabbed Fang Qingyu's arms, one on each side.

The last person kicked fiercely at Fang Qingyu.

Unexpectedly, his kick couldn't be retracted before it even landed.

Fang Qingyu had turned his head at some point, trapping the attacker's leg under his arm. Ignoring the punches from the two people beside him, he raised his right hand and smashed down on the attacker's shin.

"Ah—"

The person who was hit let out a scream.

Fang Qingyu also took two punches to the face, but he didn't feel much pain. After smashing down four or five times and feeling it was enough, he let go of the leg he was holding and grabbed the clothes of the person next to him, struggling to stand up.

At this moment, his opponent was like a black fist-stanced target.

It didn't matter if he was kicked stumbling around, or if the person opposite him was also hitting him, Fang Qingyu simply ignored it and raised his right hand to smash the opponent's face.

It only took two punches, and the opponent was on the ground, clutching his chin and wailing.

"Hoo."

Fang Qingyu took a breath and turned to look at the last person, Shen Rui.

The pent-up ferocity from being bullied for so many years had been completely ignited.

Before Shen Rui could speak, Fang Qingyu charged forward.

What about the Hidden Dragon Stance, the Basic Fist Technique – they were all cast aside.

He just wanted Shen Rui to be afraid.

Only by making the other party terrified to the extreme would they not bother him again in the future.

This tactic, tested since childhood, had never failed.

He raised his fist and smashed Shen Rui's glasses to pieces.

"Don't—"

As Shen Rui uttered one word, the second punch landed on his eye socket.

Fang Qingyu just kept punching at the other person's face.

He didn't care where his fists landed.

He only stopped swinging his left and right fists when his fist felt a sharp sting, and a small piece of glass embedded itself in his flesh.

And Shen Rui's face was already unrecognizable.

He was scared.

Fang Qingyu looked at the fear in Shen Rui's swollen eyes and smiled.

Then, he pulled the piece of glass from his fist.

He gently placed it on Shen Rui's neck.

He directly gripped Shen Rui's neck with his palm, pinching the man's throat with the glass shard.

With a hoarse voice, he uttered a low sentence:

"Next time, I'll kill you."