A Gangster's Revenge

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chen Mo's lips. Then, carrying the plastic bag, he turned and walked into the restroom.

Xiao Si followed him to the restroom entrance but did not go in. Even now, he had not realized that Chen Mo already knew he was being followed and had recognized him. Xiao Si figured there was nothing to worry about with a student; he only needed to follow quietly. Besides, he was just a little thug who had entered society early, not some trained scout or special forces soldier.

There was no way he was going into the restroom. The market's public restroom had only one exit, so there was no need to worry about Chen Mo disappearing. Leaning against a wall not far from the restroom, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The wind rose, stirring Xiao Si's wild Little Yellow Hair, and the image of a minor thug immediately emerged in full force. Every old man and old woman passing through began taking detours, muttering to themselves, "Youngsters these days!"

Xiao Si had no idea what the passersby were muttering. His task now was to keep an eye on Chen Mo.

Inside a stall, Chen Mo directly put everything he had bought into the Storage Bag through the partition. The public restroom smelled truly awful, so once he had put everything away, he came straight back out. He then casually glanced around and began wandering with the crowd again, though he was actually heading toward the market exit.

Xiao Si kept following behind Chen Mo. After leaving the market, he trailed him from a distance. After they had gone some way, the area around them was all demolition sites, with few pedestrians in sight.

At that moment, a phone rang, and Xiao Si answered it.

"Xiao Si, where are you? I've already brought the men to the market entrance," Brother Hai shouted over the phone.

"Brother Hai, take the market exit and head east. Turn left at the first side road, onto the street called Market Street. Once you're in, keep going straight. I'm following that brat right now, and he's still heading forward," Xiao Si said.

Because Xiao Si was some dozens of meters away from Chen Mo, his voice did not reach Chen Mo's ears. However, Chen Mo had noticed Xiao Si answering the phone and secretly smiled. It seemed the people he had called were about to arrive. Considering these people, Chen Mo directly turned onto a dirt road. It was a freight route left behind by the demolition, but no vehicles used it anymore. Construction waste lined both sides of the road, and there was not even a shadow of another person nearby.

Xiao Si followed him in and immediately saw Chen Mo standing in the middle of the road. He had not turned around or done anything else; he was simply standing there. Chen Mo seemed to be looking at something, though there was nothing around but construction waste. Still, that was fine. If he was not leaving, then he could stay here. Once Brother Hai arrived, Chen Mo would pay dearly.

Less than ten minutes later, two vans stopped at the road entrance, and Brother Hai got out with more than a dozen men.

Chen Mo had actually already known they had arrived. He took out his phone, turned on the camera function, and placed it atop a chunk of broken concrete off to one side, making a simple cover for it. As long as the phone's camera could clearly capture the surrounding area, that was enough.

Xiao Si had been waiting at the road entrance. When he saw Brother Hai arrive, he happily waved his arm, then ran over to him. "Brother Hai, you finally made it. That brat is right over there." As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Chen Mo's back.

Brother Hai nodded. He would never forget that brat's back. This was the fellow who had led the trouble that day, knocking down his whole group and making him lose all face before his subordinates.

"Come with me!" Brother Hai waved his hand and led over a dozen subordinates toward Chen Mo.

"Kid, didn't expect us to meet here today, did you?" Brother Hai shouted from several meters behind Chen Mo.

Chen Mo slowly turned around and nodded at Brother Hai. With an amused smile, he said, "I've been waiting for a while. I figured it would be fellows like you. You really are forgetful. Looks like the lesson I gave you last time was far too light. You've already forgotten it."

"Damn it, brat, quit running your mouth. If you don't want a beating, get on your knees and kowtow to Brother Hai. Maybe Brother Hai will have a soft heart and let you off!" One of Brother Hai's subordinates laughed loudly. But the sly look in his eyes made it obvious that if Chen Mo actually did so, the result would not be what he claimed.

Brother Hai smiled and clapped his hands. A little opening act before getting revenge could be entertaining. He liked seeing people kneel and beg under his threats; it was absolutely thrilling.

"This little punk is pretty calm. Did you ever imagine today would end like this?" Brother Hai carried himself like a Big Boss.

"Heh." Chen Mo gave a cold laugh. It seemed these gangsters were determined to teach him a lesson today, but had he not also wanted to test his own strength? He was already a Cultivation of Immortality practitioner at Qi Refining Layer One. His strength, agility, and everything else had improved greatly. Although he had not learned any special techniques or fighting skills, he wanted to see exactly what level he had reached. This was the perfect opportunity to test himself. Such excellent sparring partners had arrived at just the right time. He could feel that his body had improved tremendously, but he had never tested the power of his fists, his speed, his reactions, or anything else. Nor had he had anywhere to test them. Now was perfect. He would test them in actual combat! The corner of his lips curled up slightly as he looked at the thugs before him. How considerate of them. The moment he wanted to test himself, they had delivered themselves right to him. Heh heh!

"Idiot! You won't kneel, is that it? Brothers, get him!" Brother Hai felt sick when he saw Chen Mo's expression. He had not expected this brat to avoid being scared stiff or pissing and shitting himself, which made Brother Hai regard him a little more highly. But that did not mean he would actually let Chen Mo go. If he did not teach this brat a lesson, would Chen Mo really think gangsters were easy to bully?

More than a dozen lackeys directly raised the Steel Pipes and Wooden Clubs in their hands and charged forward, swinging them at Chen Mo. They were experienced fighters. In this country, brawling was no big deal; even if they crippled someone, there were higher-ups to handle it, as long as no one died. Besides, they were all between their teens and nearly twenty, the age when it was hardest to hold back and easiest to act on impulse. At Brother Hai's shout, they swarmed Chen Mo.

Chen Mo retreated several steps, dodging several clubs and steel pipes, then casually snatched a steel pipe that had swept past his body. Every speed and trajectory of the weapons swinging at him was visible in his eyes. They felt so, so slow. Not only could he evade them calmly, he could counterattack whenever he wished. From this alone, he could tell that his strength had improved enormously. These street gangsters were no longer capable of dealing with him.

He swung the steel pipe in his hand backward and smashed it into a young man's arm. That fellow had just swung a Wooden Club straight at his head. If it had hit, his skull would definitely have been split open. So Chen Mo dealt with this young man, who had such disregard for life, first. He would make him remember this pain.

Crack! One of the young man's arms bent backward at an unimaginable angle. Jagged bone mixed with blood and flesh protruded from the wound. Only then did he feel the pain, and he clutched his broken arm and began howling.

Everyone surrounding Chen Mo suddenly halted their attack, frightened by how ruthlessly he had struck. It was not that they had never seen fractures, nor that they had never beaten someone badly enough to break bones. But such a severe injury was absolutely the first time they had seen one.