Yellow Oriole

Yang Chu watched as two of Black Skin Sha's underlings approached him. His expression remained calm, and he made no attempt to resist as they each grabbed one of his arms.

"Hmm? Black Fish Zai, you're more sensible than I thought."

Black Skin Sha watched his two underlings seize Yang Chu without a hitch, then leisurely pulled a pistol from the back of his waistband and waved it at him. "I thought you were going to fight back."

He had seen Yang Chu's skills that afternoon. When the men who'd blocked the car came looking for him, Black Skin Sha had already prepared for the possibility that Yang Chu might put up a fight.

But to his surprise, Yang Chu hadn't resisted at all.

With the pistol right in front of him, Yang Chu said nothing, and there was no fear on his face. He simply looked past Black Skin Sha at the ponytailed young man, who was watching him too.

One thing was certain: Black Skin Sha and his men hadn't known who he was at first. They'd crossed paths a few times at the film set, though they'd never interacted, and Black Skin Sha's men hadn't looked at him any differently.

It was only after the ponytailed young man appeared at the pier that Yang Chu noticed Black Skin Sha and the others taking an interest in him.

"So this is the trouble I got mixed up in?"

The ponytailed young man clearly knew "him," and from the few words exchanged between him and Black Skin Sha, Yang Chu had pieced together quite a bit.

Brother Cheng, Dao You Cheng. He was probably the former boss of the body Yang Chu now inhabited.

After Dao You Cheng died, the gang he'd led was taken over by the faction Black Skin Sha belonged to.

Dao You Cheng had owed Black Skin Sha's boss tens of millions. He was dead, but there was still a shipment of goods out there.

Only Yang Chu knew where the shipment was now.

Judging by the fact that Black Skin Sha had been searching for him, and that Yang Chu had woken up after being kidnapped and locked up, the situation was probably more or less as he'd guessed.

"Relax. As long as we find the goods, we won't do anything to you."

Black Skin Sha habitually tilted his head and rolled his neck. Then he raised a hand and gestured to the two men holding Yang Chu. "Take him to the car."

"Brother Xu!"

Seeing Black Skin Sha's men about to take Yang Chu to another car, Fish Head Xu hurriedly ran down.

"Brother Xu, it's fine. Go home first."

Yang Chu turned to Fish Head Xu and flashed him a bright smile. "Once I've dealt with the trouble I'm in, I'll come back and work as a martial arts performer with you."

"Get in!"

One of Black Skin Sha's men saw Yang Chu turn around to speak and shoved him irritably.

Yang Chu didn't resist. He slipped into the open back door, followed by the two men, who squeezed him between them.

"Cross-eyed, don't make trouble."

When Fish Head Xu tried to rush over, Black Skin Sha waved his pistol at him again. Only after Fish Head Xu froze did Black Skin Sha turn and head for the driver's and passenger's seats with another underling.

"Brother Sha, what about me..."

The ponytailed young man was left standing where he was. Seeing the others get into the car without leaving him a seat, he hurriedly called out.

"Got legs, don't you? Walk back, you idiot!"

Black Skin Sha sneered. Now that he'd found Yang Chu, the ponytailed young man had no idea where the goods were, so he was no use to him at all.

He slid the pistol back into his waistband, ducked into the passenger seat, and slammed the door shut. The car soon started up again.

"Tell me, Black Fish Zai. Where exactly did Dao You Cheng hide the goods?"

After the car had driven for a while, Black Skin Sha sat in the passenger seat and lazily turned to ask Yang Chu.

"If I tell you, will you let me go? I remember killing one of your men."

Yang Chu sat between the two men, still calm as he watched Black Skin Sha's profile.

"Big Mouth Wai? He got what was coming to him. Can't blame anyone else."

Black Skin Sha waved a hand as if he couldn't care less. "We just want the goods. Take me to them, and what happens after that won't concern you. You can go back to being a martial arts performer. I've heard on set that San Bao, that fat guy, thinks highly of you. Maybe we'll even invest in you and get him to make you the leading man."

"Heh." Yang Chu chuckled. He didn't believe a word Black Skin Sha said. "I can tell you where the goods are, but I'll only tell your boss. Take me to see him."

"Black Fish Zai, do you think I'm too easygoing?"

Black Skin Sha's face twisted with anger. He nearly stood up from the passenger seat, leaning halfway into the back and glaring at Yang Chu. "I'm telling you, I don't have the patience for this. If you know what's good for you, you'll take me to the goods—"

"So you won't take me to see your boss?"

Yang Chu's face flushed slightly. He leaned forward a little too, staring straight at Black Skin Sha.

Yang Chu had no idea where those goods Black Skin Sha wanted were.

He hadn't resisted earlier and had gotten into Black Skin Sha's car for two reasons. Fish Head Xu had still been in the car beside them, and Yang Chu wanted to deal with the trouble he was in all at once.

From what Black Skin Sha had said, Yang Chu knew there was a boss to whom Dao You Cheng owed tens of millions.

To settle the trouble he was in, Yang Chu would naturally have to deal with that boss.

But it seemed Black Skin Sha wasn't going to take him to see the boss so easily.

"Damn it! You're asking for it!"

Yang Chu's gaze sent Black Skin Sha into a sudden rage. Ignoring the cramped space, he raised his right hand and punched at Yang Chu's face.

Yang Chu was sitting in the back, with both arms pinned by Black Skin Sha's two men. He could barely move his upper body.

But the instant Black Skin Sha swung, Yang Chu's head twisted at an unnatural angle, dodging the punch aimed at his face.

Then Yang Chu's body suddenly convulsed and twisted violently. His entire frame seemed to swell, and he broke free of the two men's grip.

He drove his right elbow into the chest of the man on his right. The force was so great that the sound of cracking bones rang out almost at once.

Using the elbow strike to propel himself, Yang Chu pushed off with his right foot and slumped against the man he'd hit, who was nearly doubled over. At the same time, he lifted his left leg sideways and drove his knee into the face of the man on his left as he lunged at him.

Bone cracked, and blood sprayed almost simultaneously.

Yang Chu's sudden eruption startled Black Skin Sha. He hurriedly fumbled for his gun.

He'd considered the possibility that Yang Chu would fight back, but after seeing how compliant he was—and after the two men had restrained him at close range in the car—Black Skin Sha had let his guard down. He hadn't imagined Yang Chu would dare fight in such a cramped space.

But before Black Skin Sha could pull the gun from his waistband, Yang Chu reached forward with his left hand and grabbed him by the hair. With tremendous force, he yanked most of Black Skin Sha's body from the passenger seat into the back, pinning his head against the floor of the car. The pistol tucked into his waistband was impossible to reach.

"Brother Sha!"

The other man from Black Skin Sha's gang, who was driving, was so startled by the sudden fight that he nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel.

He slammed on the brakes, then frantically reached for the pistol at Black Skin Sha's waist.

But just then—

A deep engine roar came from a side road, and two dazzling high beams shone through the side window.

With a thunderous crash—

A five- or six-meter-long dump truck suddenly barreled in and sent the car tumbling several times.

The dump truck stopped. Two figures jumped down, one on either side.