A murder had occurred in several remote areas?
While putting away his phone and heading to deliver the next order, Fang Qingyu involuntarily recalled the rainy alley on the night he had gone home.
That day, he really had seemed to see black words.
But it had been nighttime, and black had blended into black. He couldn't be completely certain.
It seemed he couldn't take shortcuts home anymore.
Fang Qingyu slightly heightened his vigilance.
He didn't make too much of a fuss.
Back when he was still in school, he had occasionally seen news like this too, where a certain area would be designated as dangerous.
They would say that a murderer had escaped from prison or something.
Fang Qingyu was already used to it.
It was nearly seven in the evening.
After casually buying two pieces of bread at a convenience store, Fang Qingyu sat on his electric scooter and looked at the chart.
Congratulations! Your occupational basic skill, "E-Bike Piloting," has reached Lv.2, rewarding you with one Attribute Point. Occupation: Delivery Driver Lv.1 (33/100) Occupational basic skill: E-Bike Piloting Lv.2 (1/200)
His electric scooter skill progressed extremely quickly in the rain.
He had leveled up a day earlier than expected.
In that case, if he leveled up his fitness skill again tonight, it would at least be enough for several days of high-intensity training.
However, using Attribute Points to replace the effects of massage ultimately wasn't a long-term solution.
He still had to make money as soon as possible.
Fang Qingyu focused on speed.
He clicked the plus sign beside it.
This time, it couldn't be considered a gamble.
Even if increasing his speed couldn't alleviate his physical fatigue, he could still gain another point by exercising tonight.
However, just as he had previously guessed.
Strength, physique, and speed were all attributes of the physical body.
They simply focused on different aspects.
When the warm current rising from the soles of his feet disappeared, Fang Qingyu opened his eyes.
I'm stronger again.
Speed: 8.4→9.4
At this point, all three physical attributes had broken through the 9.0 threshold.
Fang Qingyu felt that he could kill a cow with his bare hands now.
However, after learning the intensity of the Formal Class—
This still wasn't nearly enough.
He had to become stronger!
Fang Qingyu put away his phone, turned off the order-taking function, went home to change into a shirt and slacks, and began hurrying to the bar.
He glanced at the time. It was almost eight.
He hurriedly took the radio from Xiao Si and went to his area to start work.
With his lower back against a cold steel pillar, Fang Qingyu felt his eardrums itch faintly with the bass's vibrations. Four beams of laser sliced through the swaying bodies on the dance floor, refracting into an eerie purplish red through the champagne mist.
His originally tedious work was exceptionally interesting on the chart.
As he watched the crowd ahead—
Fang Qingyu suddenly felt that he seemed to have grown a little taller.
His increasingly burly build made it impossible for the frenzied crowd before him to get anywhere near the DJ booth.
Unlike before, when he had been dragged back and forth along with the crowd.
Especially when the DJ urged everyone to jump, he could only be squeezed into the crowd.
In a short time.
Everyone in front of him began looking at Fang Qingyu resentfully.
They had originally still been able to touch the DJ's little hand, but now this man had ruthlessly cut them off.
Fang Qingyu ignored them completely.
He strictly carried out his duties.
The revelry continued until two in the morning.
Only then did Fang Qingyu hand over the radio and get off work.
However, just as he walked out the back door, Fourth Brother suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Qingzi, do you want to grab some late-night food with me before heading home?"
Fang Qingyu was slightly taken aback, then smiled and shook his head.
"Some other time, Fourth Brother. I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I need to get home and rest early. I'll treat you another day."
"All right, then."
Xiao Si said nothing more.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu pushed open the back door and walked toward the electric scooter beside it.
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Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly discovered that the rear tire was completely flat.
A screwdriver was stuck in the tire.
That was when Fang Qingyu finally understood why Xiao Si had suddenly invited him to eat late-night food.
"You're finally off work."
Two people came from each end of the alley.
Fang Qingyu stood up and looked over, seeing a familiar set of words.
Manager of the Liao Tang Group Branch
It was the suited man who had caused trouble at the bar a few days ago.
Shen Rui emerged from the darkness with his men, glaring viciously at Fang Qingyu.
That day, aside from being caught and given a beating by Brother Jiao, he had also paid half the money for the ten-percent discount given to the entire bar!
He had originally decided to swallow that loss.
After all, Brother Jiao was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
But unexpectedly, the young man who had grabbed his hand that day wasn't Brother Jiao's subordinate.
Now, he had somewhere to vent his anger.
Fang Qingyu didn't bother with what he was saying. Instead, he turned and swept his gaze around.
He casually picked up a wooden stick.
When he was young, back when he had a Brain Condition, he often forgot things.
He might make a friend one day and forget everything the person had said to him by the next.
Over time, no one had wanted to play with him anymore.
He had also been saddled with the nickname Big Fool.
Those who understood, understood.
Whenever there was someone in the class nicknamed Big Fool—
That person became the target of the boys who desperately needed attention to bully.
It was at that time that Fang Qingyu learned how to fight.
His gaze swept over the four people surrounding him from the front and rear.
Good.
They were all ordinary people.
Today was just the right time to test the results of his martial arts training.
Seeing Fang Qingyu ignore him, Shen Rui's expression instantly darkened.
It didn't matter. He wasn't begging for mercy now.
When he got down on his knees later, he would naturally lower his head.
He had seen plenty of people like this.
"Get him!"
At his command—
Everyone charged forward together, not putting Fang Qingyu in their eyes at all.
Even though Fang Qingyu was holding a wooden stick.
After all, gang fights were their specialty.
If they all attacked at once, even if one of them took several blows, the others could still pin their opponent down.
Then it would be their turn to vent.
As for losing, they had never considered that possibility.
Who could kill two people instantly head-on while also defending against two others sneaking up from behind?
Did he think he was some kind of war god?
But they hadn't expected that Fang Qingyu's greatest strength was group fights.
The kind where one person fought a whole crowd!
The two people directly in front of him had already reached him, their fists coming straight at his head.
That was the easiest spot to daze someone with a blow.
Fang Qingyu naturally couldn't leave it undefended.
He shifted his left foot a step to the right. Although he couldn't dodge completely, he wouldn't take the blow to the head.
Bang—
As a fist struck his left shoulder, the wooden stick in Fang Qingyu's hand smashed heavily into the head of the man on the right.
He hadn't expected it to break with a single strike.
Fang Qingyu ignored the person beside him who was still throwing punches. He pressed forward while the man on the right was dazed, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him over and over in the chin.
"Damn it, get him!"
The people charging from behind arrived as well. Seeing Fang Qingyu beating their companion half to death, two of them each grabbed for one of his arms.
The last man viciously kicked at Fang Qingyu.
Unexpectedly, after sending out the kick, he couldn't pull it back.
At some point, Fang Qingyu had already turned around. He clamped the man's leg beneath his armpit and, ignoring the fists of the two people beside him, raised his right hand and slammed it into the man's shinbone.
"Argh—"
The man being struck instantly let out a scream.
Fang Qingyu also took two punches to the face, but he didn't feel much pain. He kept hammering away four or five times until it felt like enough, then lowered the trapped leg and grabbed the clothes of someone beside him, struggling to stand.
At that moment, his opponent was a black punching post.
Whether he was kicked until he staggered or the person in front of him was also hitting him, Fang Qingyu simply ignored it all. He raised his right hand and slammed it into the man's face.
After only two punches, the man was lying on the ground, clutching his chin and howling.
"Huff."
Fang Qingyu breathed lightly, then turned to look at the last man, Shen Rui.
After being bullied for so many years, the viciousness he had kept bottled up had been fully unleashed.
Before Shen Rui could say anything, Fang Qingyu charged forward.
The Hidden Dragon Stance and Basic Fist Technique had already been cast aside.
All he wanted now was to make Shen Rui afraid.
Only by making him fear him to the extreme would he stop coming after him in the future.
This method had worked every time since he was a child.
He raised his fist and smashed the other man's glasses to pieces.
"Don't—"
Shen Rui had only just gotten one word out when a second punch struck his eye socket.
Fang Qingyu kept punching the man's face.
He didn't care where his fists landed.
Only when an intense pain shot through his fist and a small shard of glass embedded itself in his flesh did he stop the alternating blows.
By then, Shen Rui's face was a blur.
He was afraid.
Seeing the fear in Shen Rui's swollen eyes, Fang Qingyu smiled as well.
Then he pulled the shard of glass from his fist.
He gently placed it against Shen Rui's neck.
His palm closed around it, gripping the man's throat together with the shard.
His hoarse voice quietly uttered a single sentence.
"Next time, I'll kill you."
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