NABC Chapter 281: 283: Beating up the punk
Chapter 281: 283: Beating up the punk
Chapter 281: Chapter 283: Beating up the punk
“Yes!” Suspenders nodded hurriedly.
He immediately began to make a phone call for help.
More than a dozen people were no match for Xiao Han and his group; after a few moves, more than ten opponents had been knocked down. Suspenders hung up the phone, and the situation had drastically changed. Suspenders looked confused, “What... they all fell down like that?”
“You go!” Huang Xiaobo shouted from the side.
Suspenders touched the scar on his face, which Xiao Han had disfigured before. He carefully looked around to make sure there were no pieces of broken glass or anything similar. Only then did he clench his fist and roar, “Damn, take my punch!”
With that, Suspenders charged forward rapidly, his skills were somewhat rudimentary. But his kung fu was not enough for even three moves against Zhang Feng.
Bang bang!
After a few moves, his opponent had fallen. Zhang Feng withdrew his fiercely kicked leg and then sneered, “You little punk? You’re not even worth one kick from the old man!”
Suspenders got up from the ground, flexed his arms and legs, and then sneered, “I’m going to kill you.”
“Heh, just try!” Zhang Feng sneered back.
Suspenders twisted his neck, which made a series of ‘crack crack’ sounds.
Bang!
Meanwhile, Zhang Dagou grabbed a soda bottle from a girl and smashed it hard against Suspenders’ forehead. The bottle shattered instantly.
“Ouch...” Suspenders immediately clutched his forehead and screamed in pain.
“Go to hell!” Zhang Dagou kicked him hard in the abdomen. That one kick made the other man fall down and roll several times on the ground.
“Ouch...” Suspenders, who could have never anticipated that upon falling, his face would scrape across the ground and glass shards would viciously embed themselves into his face. The pain was unbearable. His disfigurement hadn’t even healed, and now he had new wounds. Holding his face, three or four pieces of glass were stuck in it. Blood seeped out from the wounds, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying.
Hisss...
Everyone gasped, as if the glass shards were embedded in their own faces. The sight was horrific, gruesome, and unbelievably shocking.
Xiao Han curled his lips into a strange smile, then said, “Tsk tsk, so it’s you?”
“You! You!” Suspenders glared at Xiao Han through gritted teeth.
“What about it?” Xiao Han chuckled.
“I’m going to kill you!” Suspenders tried to get up, teeth still clenched.@@@@
Bang!
Xiao Han stepped on Suspenders’ chest and said, “Don’t be so cocky in front of me. Also, if you ever dare to bully classmates again, see how I’ll deal with you. Now get lost immediately!”
“Humph, such big talk,” Zhang Dakai chuckled and said, “You dare talk about matching me on my turf?”
“Today it’s your turf, tomorrow it might not be,” Xiao Han retorted with a chuckle.
Zhang Dakai kept his gaze fixed on Xiao Han, not for a second pulling his eyes away. He had seen all kinds of students and people—those who talked tough but were cowardly, those who readily pulled out knives. But he had never seen a student as formidable and calm as him, someone who dared to negotiate right in front of him, even crippling his proud underling in one move. The gusto and the aura alone were enough to earn his respect, not to mention the skills.
Zhang Dakai felt he had met his match today.
“Kid, being skilled doesn’t mean much!” Zhang Dakai eyed Xiao Han and said, “Guys like you, if ten don’t die every year, it’s still eight or nine.”
“Zhang Dakai, anyone can make threats,” Xiao Han sneered and continued, “Today’s incident started with your men at fault. If you still want to blindly take their side, then don’t blame us for being impolite!”
“Fine, I’d like to see how you’re gonna be impolite,” Zhang Dakai said with a smile.
As the boss of this area, he had to stand up for his underlings, regardless of whether they were right or wrong. He was determined to make a stand. Following Zhang Dakai’s words, four burly men stepped out from behind, each carrying a machete.
“Fuck, they have knives!” Zhang Feng blurted out.
“So what?” Xiao Han replied dismissively, then added, “Against the likes of them, I can take on ten single-handedly.”
“I’m not afraid either!” Zhang Dagou scoffed, “What’s so great about Cold-faced Snake? I’m the Cold-faced Dragon.”
The four sturdy men advanced with their knives in hand.
Xiao Han led the charge. The opponents were tall and muscular, their bodies rippling with menacing striated muscles. Their bulky frames made them slow, unable to keep up with his pace.
“Fuck, I’ll kill you!” one of the sturdy men bellowed in rage.
Bang!
Xiao Han didn’t give the man a chance, stepping forward with a kick to the throat.
Gurgle...
The man spat out an indistinguishable liquid and fell heavily backward. Xiao Han snatched the steel knife from the man’s hand and charged at him with it.
Rip...
Xiao Han’s swift movements tore the man’s clothing and flesh with the knife, causing blood to surge forth. The sturdy man realized too late that he needed to fight back, but a shadow pounced upon him from behind.
“Die!” a voice called from behind. The sturdy man had no time to react before he was slammed by a massive force and sent flying.
Two of the four sturdy men were down. Zhang Dagou was tangled up with one of them, opting for close combat to avoid being slashed by the knife. He clung to his opponent, trying to throw him down, but the man’s strength was considerable. They grappled fiercely, employing various slamming techniques, but neither could gain the upper hand.
“Fuck!” Seizing an opportunity, Zhang Dagou roared and pressed the man down with brute force, pinning his arm to render him immobile.
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