The streetlights were dim, and the intersection was deserted.
The dump truck's diesel engine had not been turned off. It rumbled softly.
The black sedan had rolled over several times and come to rest upside down. Scattered parts, shards of glass, engine oil, and gasoline had left the area in a ten-meter radius around it in complete disarray.
The two men who jumped down from the dump truck were a sharp-featured foreigner with short, golden-brown hair, a high nose, and deep-set eyes, and a height of over six feet. His arms were thick with muscle, and he wore only a sports vest over his powerful upper body, with combat trousers and boots below.
The other man was shorter, around five foot nine, but just as burly. He had a round face and narrow eyes, broad shoulders and a thick waist, and rough, dark skin. Though he wasn't as tall as the foreigner, his muscles were even more massive.
Standing there, the two of them looked like a black bear and a white bear.
They looked at the overturned sedan, then silently scanned the area. Seeing no other vehicles or pedestrians, they strode toward the wreck.
With two loud clanks, the pair tore open the car doors, which had been dented and warped by the collision.
A scraping sound followed, mixed with the crackle of breaking glass.
The muscular foreigner grabbed the shoulder of the gang member in the back seat, whose breastbone had been shattered. He yanked the man out of the car and tossed him onto the ground.
Then the broad, burly man dragged Black Skin Sha out of the front passenger seat. Yang Chu and the Black Skin Sha underling in the back seat on the left followed, one after another, pulled from the car by the two men.
The broad, burly man reached into his pocket, took out a photograph, and compared it to the faces of the people on the ground one by one.
"Help me! Help me—"
Just then, the driver in the front seat seemed to come around from the daze of the collision. Seeing the others being pulled out of the car, he hurriedly cried for help.
At the driver's cries, the muscular foreigner walked over to the driver's door. He gripped it with both hands, braced one foot against the car, and wrenched hard. The dented, twisted door came right off.
He reached into the car, unfastened the driver's seat belt, and dragged him out.
"Th... thank you..."
Sitting on the ground, the driver was covered in blood. His voice weak, he thanked the muscular foreigner.
But in the next moment, the foreigner let out a strange laugh. His huge hand gripped the driver's head, and he twisted sharply with both hands.
Crack—
A crisp snap of breaking bones rang out. The driver's head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, facing backward. His body jerked twice, then flopped to the ground.
The broad, burly man checked the photograph against the people on the ground and found Black Skin Sha lying in the middle. He felt the man's face, then raised his massive fist and slammed it into Black Skin Sha's chest.
With a muffled thud, Black Skin Sha's unconscious body jolted. His eyes opened as if he had woken, but the next moment he slowly went limp again, lifeless.
The broad, burly man knelt beside Black Skin Sha. He drew a sharp two-inch knife from his waist, pressed one hand against Black Skin Sha's head, and began slicing along his cheek with the blade. He was actually peeling off Black Skin Sha's face.
The muscular foreigner, having finished off the driver's underling, came over.
Seeing that the burly man had found the target of their mission, he headed toward the others lying on the ground.
Crack, crack—
The muscular foreigner snapped the necks of the two underlings in the back seat, one after the other.
His gaze fell on Yang Chu, lying off to one side, and a bloodthirsty, cruel smile appeared on his face.
He crouched and moved toward Yang Chu. His huge, fan-like hand was about to grab Yang Chu's head when Yang Chu, who had been lying still as if unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.
Yang Chu raised both hands to block the foreigner's grasp. He rolled onto his side, arched his body, and kicked at the man's stomach with his right foot.
A muffled thud rang out.
The muscular foreigner had never expected Yang Chu to attack so suddenly, let alone for the kick to carry such unimaginable force.
His massive, two-hundred-pound body was sent flying by Yang Chu's kick. He rolled twice across the ground before steadying himself, then sprang back to his feet.
Using the force of his kick to send the other man flying, Yang Chu pushed off the ground with both hands and got up as well.
His expression remained calm as he looked at the muscular foreigner and the burly man nearby, who was bent over Black Skin Sha, carefully cutting off his face. For a moment, Yang Chu had no idea who the two men were.
Still, he was surprised that the muscular foreigner had taken his kick and gotten right back up as if nothing had happened.
Though Yang Chu had never measured how much force he could unleash, he knew that an ordinary person couldn't take a blow from him and remain completely unaffected.
"Ah—"
The muscular foreigner was clearly furious at having been caught off guard. His eyes seemed to spit fire. He pounded his chest twice with his right fist, making two dull thumps, then roared and charged at Yang Chu again.
Despite his huge frame, he was not at all slow. The two men were several meters apart, yet in the blink of an eye, the foreigner's jab was already flying toward Yang Chu.
Yang Chu slipped to the side to dodge the jab. The muscular man immediately followed with a hook aimed at Yang Chu's left ribs and abdomen.
Yang Chu stepped back again, but the man leapt after him, driving his knee toward Yang Chu's face.
Given the foreigner's strength, if that knee landed, Yang Chu's whole face would likely cave in and be mangled beyond recognition.
But just then, Yang Chu suddenly kicked upward from below.
The kick was fast and fierce, and it struck the muscular foreigner squarely in the groin. Its immense force sent the man flying once more.
With a muffled thud, the muscular foreigner crashed face-down onto the ground, his body convulsing violently. That kick had clearly inflicted a truly lethal injury.
Yang Chu didn't bother with the muscular foreigner any further. Instead, he looked toward the round-faced man, who had been concentrating on peeling Black Skin Sha's face.
"Ula—"
But at that moment, the foreigner, who had been lying on the ground and convulsing, suddenly sprang up with bloodshot eyes and lunged madly at Yang Chu.
"Hm?"
Yang Chu was taken aback. His kick had been so powerful that it could shatter an ordinary person's bones. No matter how strong the foreigner was, his groin must have been mangled. How could he still fight?
"Doesn't it hurt?"
In recent days, Yang Chu had read a great many books and learned that the groin was connected to many nerves. A heavy blow could not only render someone unable to fight, but in severe cases, it could even kill them outright.
But there was no time to think. Yang Chu's heart pounded wildly, and his skin flushed red. He charged straight at the foreigner as he lunged toward him.
There was nothing fancy about it. He drove straight into the muscular foreigner's chest and sent him flying again.
This time, the foreigner didn't get back up. His breastbone had caved in, and bloody foam bubbled from his nose and mouth.
Yang Chu stood still and swayed slightly. His left shoulder drooped, clearly showing that in that head-on collision, he hadn't come away unscathed either.
Just then, the burly man who had been carefully cutting away Black Skin Sha's face rose from the ground, his body as massive as a black bear.