"Hey, Brother Mao, how are you? Are you alright?"
Then one of the thugs, who had been working for the crew-cut youth, patted the crew-cut youth's face in a somewhat anxious manner.
Seemingly brought back to his senses by the pat, the crew-cut youth began to gag, gagging several times before finally regaining his composure.
He breathed heavily, his eyes unfocused as he gazed at the sky above and at the two birds flying by, muttering to himself:
What just happened?
"It looks like... he kicked you, and then you flew back!" one of the thugs said.
The young man with the buzz cut twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth. With the help of the two men, he regained his balance and looked back at the figure not far away.
Damn, is this what they mean by "stronger"? This strength is beyond belief! He could compete in the Olympics!
Putting aside his complaints about others, what followed was a fit of rage at being kicked away. That bastard, he had to teach him a lesson today!
"Go for it! So what if he's stronger? There are so many of us, one fist can't fight four hands, let alone twelve hands!" The crew-cut youth waved his hand sharply.
Hearing him shout that, the people around him also came to their senses.
"Fuck him, get him!"
"Go!"
Six figures rushed towards Shen Heng, while the young man with the buzz cut, having learned his lesson, took advantage of his recent injury to stay at the back, preparing to launch an attack at the opportune moment.
" Brother Heng, you're here!" Yan Sheng said nervously, as this was his first time participating in a fight.
"Um!"
Shen Heng responded, his gaze calmly fixed on the approaching group.
He took a light breath, shifted his feet slightly on the ground, and stood firm again, as if a pine tree were rooting itself to the earth.
The fastest thug had already reached Shen Heng, and his huge fist came crashing down.
Shen Heng neither dodged nor avoided, but suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the thug's wrist with perfect precision. With a slight force, a crisp "crack" was heard, and the thug's wrist was dislocated.
"Ah!"
The piercing screams echoed through the alley, but Shen Heng ignored them and leaned forward abruptly.
Bang!
The thug was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the two men following him. The three of them instantly fell to the ground in a chaotic mess.
Two thugs running a little behind them jumped over them. One fat thug raised his leg to kick Shen Heng in the waist, while the other short and stocky thug circled around slightly, trying to launch a sneak attack when Shen Heng wasn't paying attention.
Shen Heng dodged the fat thug's flying kick by sidestepping, then grabbed the fat man's ankle and lifted him up like a weapon, slamming him towards another thug who was trying to sneak up on him.
"Hey hey hey--!"
Seeing the fat thug being hurled at him like a weapon, the short, stocky thug's face changed drastically. He wanted to stop it but didn't know how, and could only watch helplessly as the fat man hurtled towards him.
Bang!
The two were sent flying backwards.
The two thugs who had been knocked down on their way over also rushed over at this moment. Shen Heng didn't hold back and kicked them.
Bang! Bang!
The two figures were sent flying backward once more.
In the blink of an eye, the five thugs who rushed forward fell to the ground one after another, and the alley was filled with groans of pain.
The short-haired youth, trailing behind, stared at the scene before him with bloodshot eyes, feeling his liver and gall bladder tremble with fear.
If he had known his target was such a ruthless person, he would never have dared to take the job.
"What? Aren't you going up?" Shen Heng stood still, staring directly at the crew-cut youth.
The young man with the buzz cut looked at the five people lying on the ground, gritted his teeth, grabbed a wooden stick from the ground, and rushed over.
"You fucking die!"
Whoosh--!
The wooden stick, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck straight at Shen Heng's head.
Shen Heng remained standing in the same spot, waiting for the two sides to close the distance, just as before. However, this time the crew-cut youth dared not even imagine the outcome of his attack; he could only hope in his heart...
You have to hit it! You have to hit it!
The wooden stick was getting closer and closer to Shen Heng's face...
Finally, in the eyes of the buzz-cut youth, which held a mixture of surprise and fear,
A hand suddenly gripped the wooden stick, abruptly halting the downward gaze.
Shen Heng gripped the wooden stick with his left hand and twisted it sharply.
The crew-cut youth suddenly felt a great force coming from him, and he couldn't hold on at all; the wooden stick slipped from his hand.
Shen Heng gripped the wooden stick and swept it towards the stomach of the crew-cut youth.
Bang!
A dull thud.
The young man with the buzz cut staggered back several steps before collapsing to his knees, gagging. Clear, acidic fluid dripped from his open mouth.
"Big... Big Brother, I give up, we give up!"
The short-haired youth weakly raised his palm towards Shen Heng, signaling him to stop hitting him.
Shen Heng turned his head and his gaze swept over the people lying on the ground in the alley. No one dared to meet Shen Heng's eyes, and they quickly lowered their heads the moment they noticed Shen Heng looking at them.
Shen Heng let out a long breath and turned to look at Yan Sheng.
Yan Sheng stood there, mouth agape, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.
He had just wanted to help, but he didn't expect Shen Heng to deal with these people so decisively.
Noticing Shen Heng's gaze, he quickly looked over and stammered, "Heng... Brother Heng!"
"Do you want to hit him a few times to vent your anger?" Shen Heng asked Yan Sheng.
"Uh... this..." Yan Sheng turned his head to look at the people lying on the ground, then slowly shook his head. "Forget it, no need. They've already been beaten badly enough!"
Shen Heng nodded, then turned to look at the young man with the buzz cut.
"Was it Gu Zexuan who invited you here?"
"Maybe... maybe!"
"Perhaps?" Shen Heng stared intently at the crew-cut youth.
"I really don't know if it was that Gu Zexuan who handed out the flyers. It was Brother Tou who sent us. He might know!" The crew-cut youth felt a chill and quickly said.
" Brother Tou?"
"He's one of our leaders!"
Where are the others?
"I don't know, he just arranged for us to come here!"
"So why did he send you here?"
"He..." The crew-cut young man hesitated.
"Want to get beaten up again?"
Upon hearing this, the crew-cut youth quickly responded.
He said someone paid us to beat up your friend and then find a way to blind you!
"So ruthless?" Yan Sheng gasped in shock.
Upon hearing this, Shen Heng's brows furrowed slightly.
" Brother Heng, are you talking about Gu Zexuan?" Yan Sheng turned to look at Shen Heng.
"It's most likely him!" Shen Heng replied. During this period, he had only had conflicts with him.
"Then what should we do?" Yan Sheng asked.
Shen Heng frowned slightly, lowered his head to think, and after a moment, he squatted down.
What's your phone number?
"Uh... this... big brother, why do you need my phone number?" the buzz-cut young man said somewhat fearfully.
"They might need to talk to you later!" Shen Heng said.
"Why don't you just stop contacting me? I promise I won't go looking for you or your friends again!" The short-haired youth gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Stop talking nonsense, just give me your phone number!" Shen Heng repeated.
The young man with the buzz cut looked conflicted, and under Shen Heng's gaze, he was forced to give out his phone number.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just need to block his number later!" the crew-cut young man thought to himself.
Shen Heng had no idea what he was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. For people like them, having a phone number and finding someone was really not a problem.
Shen Heng tried dialing the number and, after confirming that the buzz-cut youth's phone was indeed ringing, stood up again.
"Alright, let's go!"
Shen Heng turned to Yan Sheng and said something, then turned and walked out of the alley.
" Brother Heng, is that all?" Yan Sheng caught up and asked.
"Okay, what happens next is none of your business. I'll handle Gu Zexuan's situation myself!" Shen Heng nodded.
Yan Sheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded.
He then thought of Shen Heng's performance just now, and his heart couldn't help but surge with excitement again.
" Brother Heng, when did you become so amazing? I thought you were just showing off!"
Just as Shen Heng was about to answer, he saw a bald man holding a cell phone walking towards him into the alley.
"Wait, you think you can just run away after hitting someone? Let me tell you, I've recorded all your illegal actions, and I've already called the police. You're just waiting to be arrested!"