The Iron Fist of Justice Never Arrives Late Because of Rain
"Boom!"
The restaurant's main door was forced open from the inside.
Three figures flew out one after another, crashing heavily onto the rain-soaked cobblestone street.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Three muffled thuds followed, splashing up three large sprays of muddy water.
Passersby were startled and screamed as they dodged away.
Then curiosity overcame fear, and they all gathered around to look, wanting to see what was going on.
It's raining quite heavily outside.
The icy rain poured down on the three bodies lying haphazardly.
Dai Mubai lay at the front, his face bruised and swollen, half of his face covered in a paste of wall ash and blood.
His left eye was swollen shut, and there was still some ash and dirt smeared from the wall at the corner of his mouth.
The dignified Soul Elder looked worse than a thug who lost a brawl in an alley.
Ma Hongjun fell next to him, sprawled on the ground, in an even worse state.
His mouth was split open, his face was covered in bruises, and his already chubby face was swollen even more.
Rainwater mixed with blood streamed down his chin, drawing red streaks on the bluestone slab.
Oscar received the least, but it wasn't much better.
His clothes were so tattered they could be used as rags, his mouth was bruised, and he lay unconscious on the ground, motionless.
The three of them collapsed and died in the rain.
Ye Qing walked out of the restaurant's main entrance.
He stood on the stairs.
He coldly looked down at the three people he had beaten unconscious and thrown out onto the street.
Rainwater from the edge of the eaves formed a curtain of water that cascaded down, and Ye Qing stood behind it.
On this side of the water curtain, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
On the other side of the water curtain, the three were in a terrible state.
Ye Qing looked at them with indifference, as if they were three bags of trash that had been thrown in the wrong place by the roadside.
It's an eyesore; it's not worth wasting any more effort on it.
Behind him, Yu Feng was the first to step out.
Seeing the scene outside, I couldn't help but whistle.
"Brother Ye's fight was so satisfying, it really helped!"
The others followed and also thought it was a good fight.
More and more onlookers gathered, pointing and whispering among themselves.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
"Mu Bai!! Hongjun!! Xiao Ao!!!"
A loud shout pierced the rain, startling everyone on the street into shrinking back.
The bald, burly man Zhao Wuji, rushed out from around the street corner.
Flender sent him to find these three.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw this scene.
His three most prized disciples were lying haphazardly in the rain, each more miserable than the last.
Zhao Wuji's blood pressure spiked to its limit within 0.3 seconds.
He rushed over to Dai Mubai, squatted down, and helped him up by the shoulder.
Upon seeing Dai Mubai's bruised and swollen face, with his left eye almost unable to open, Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
"Who did this?!"
He suddenly stood up, his aura surging.
The pressure of Soul Emperor level was unleashed without reservation, and the raindrops around him were scattered and splashed by the shockwave.
"Who hurt my student?! Step forward!!!"
At almost the same time, Flender and Yu Xiaogang the other end of the street.
Tang San, supporting Xiao Wu, followed closely behind.
Xiao Wu's injury hadn't fully healed, and running fast caused pain in her ribs, but she still ran as fast as she could to keep up.
Zhu Zhuqing followed at the back of the group, her pace neither hurried nor slow.
Seeing the horrific state of the three people on the ground, Xiao Wu couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "What happened to those three?!"
Tang San remained silent.
His gaze swept past the three people on the ground, through the rain curtain, and coldly looked towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Ye Qing stood there, hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
Flender saw it too.
Ye Qing under the eaves of the restaurant, and the members of the Imperial Fighting Team behind him.
It's them again!
Flender suppressed his anger and walked forward step by step, splashing mud in the puddles with his footsteps, but he paid no heed.
"Ye Qing!"
"Wasn't it enough that the Imperial Fighting Team won the competition during the day? They then resorted to this heinous act against my student at night!"
Flender unleashed his Soul Sage- level pressure once more, like an invisible mountain pressing down on Ye Qing.
"Isn't this going too far?!"
Zhao Wuji followed closely, stepping forward.
The Soul Emperor's aura intensified, and the two powerful pressures converged, sweeping towards Ye Qing and the Imperial Fighting Team.
"I don't care about any Soul Fighting or Soul Fighting!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in fury, veins bulging on his neck. "Those who hurt my student must pay the price! Whoever did this, step forward!"
Soul Sage plus Soul Emperor.
A double pressure was unleashed simultaneously.
This imposing aura caused passersby to back away.
Many ordinary people turned pale, and some even collapsed to their knees due to their legs giving way.
The members of the Imperial Fighting Team also felt the overwhelming pressure coming their way.
Yu Feng and Osler subconsciously took half a step back, their expressions changing slightly.
The two brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, simultaneously lowered their bodies and assumed a defensive stance.
Ning Rongrong frowned and, together with Ye Lingling, protected Xiaohong.
Dugu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and her Soul Power instinctively began to circulate.
But before he could release his Martial Soul, he felt the pressure in front of him suddenly disappear.
Ye Qing took a step forward.
A blue lotus blooms at my feet.
The blue lotus in the rain burned with Heavenly Flames, while simultaneously standing in front to confront the auras of Flender and Zhao Wuji.
The people behind him felt no pressure whatsoever.
"Hehe."
Ye Qing sneered.
"You Shrek people always talk such rude and aggressive words."
He tilted his head. "Why don't you want to know why your good students get beaten up?"
Flender frowned.
Zhao Wuji was about to start cursing again.
A calm voice came from behind.
"Excuse me, what exactly happened?"
It's Yu Xiaogang.
He stood behind Flender, his expression grave but his tone calm.
Instead of getting angry, he wanted to figure out what had happened first.
However, his gaze fell upon the Chaos Green Lotus beneath Ye Qing's feet, his eyes filled with doubt.
A Martial Soul he had never seen before.
Ye Qing glanced at Yu Xiaogang.
He then raised his hand with a cold gaze and pointed at Ma Hongjun was still groaning on the ground.
"Your good student got drunk and tried to force himself on a defenseless waitress in the restaurant corridor."
"Should I get vaccinated or not?"
Upon hearing these words, Flender's expression changed.
"He tore someone's clothes. If my teammate hadn't seen it and stopped him in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Ye Qing's voice was not loud.
But through the rain, every word was clearly audible to everyone present.
The news also reached the ears of the onlookers.
Ye Qing turned her head to look behind her.
Xiaohong, whom Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling were supporting, was still trembling.
Her face was streaked with tears and terror; she huddled between the two girls like a frightened little animal.
The onlookers followed Ye Qing's gaze.
The first thing I saw was a young female waitress trembling with fear.
Then they saw Ma Hongjun and his two companions lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, reeking of alcohol.
They immediately understood what was going on.
The crowd erupted in chatter.
"Doing this kind of thing at such a young age?"
"You're worse than an animal!"
"He deserves to be beaten! This kind of person should be beaten to death!"
"No wonder he got beaten up like that, he deserved it!"
"Pah! How dare you lay a hand on such a young girl?"
Whispers turned into open accusations and insults.
Disdainful glances were cast at the three people on the ground.
To be precise, the target was Ma Hongjun.
But Dai Mubai and Oscar were not spared either.
To passersby, these two appeared to be in cahoots with that "beast."
They got beaten up and people still came to their defense; they're all birds of a feather.