"Zila," the sound of two bag zippers being opened, revealing a pile of gleaming iron rods and machetes.

Although the thugs who hadn't seen Chu Ge's skills thought Scarface was making a fuss over nothing, they didn't say much and grabbed their weapons from the bags, grinning mischievously. They lined up to form a human wall, approaching Chu Ge in a fan shape.

Looking at these overly confident thugs, Chu Ge was genuinely speechless. Were these people brain-dead?

In a narrow dead-end alley like this, more people just meant more cramped space. Didn't they fear that a single slash might cut off their own fingers?

However, while Chu Ge found it amusing, he had no intention of advising this ragtag bunch.

Since these brain-dead guys were no longer entertaining him, he might as well settle the fight quickly; after all, he had his own matters to attend to.

He took another drag of his cigarette, looking at the almost burnt-out cigarette butt. Lazily puffing, Chu Ge suddenly flicked his fingers, sending the cigarette butt flying like a speeding bullet.

"Guys, be careful with your strikes, don't kill him. As long as no one dies, Brother Long's got it covered. Go!"

The moment the word "go" left his mouth, Scarface, holding a machete, saw a red object flying towards him, and heat spread in his mouth.

When he realized Chu Ge's hands were empty, still making a gesture of holding a cigarette, he understood that a cigarette butt had gone down his throat, making him scream, "Ah!"

Scarface's pupils contracted, and the machete clattered to the ground as he clutched his throat, coughing violently.

Watching this, Chu Ge genuinely didn't know what to say. Calling Scarface brain-dead was an insult to the brain-dead!

Didn't he know his mouth was full of saliva? Didn't he know the cigarette butt would immediately extinguish inside?

This guy was quite the talent, wasn't he?

With an amused glance at Scarface dry-heaving, Chu Ge suddenly executed a backflip to the other side of the dead-end alley.

"Shit! This kid's running again!"

"Catch him!"

Standing behind the wall, Chu Ge paused for two seconds. From the footsteps opposite, he judged the thugs had all rushed to the wall's base. Curling his lips, he suddenly kicked the brick wall.

"Boom!"

With that kick, the wall crumbled with a massive hole, and bricks flew like cannonballs at the thugs opposite.

"Ah! My hand!"

"My arm!"

"My leg!"

Screams erupted from across the wall. In an instant, six or seven out of ten thugs were down.

Amidst the wailing, Chu Ge jumped onto the wobbly wall top, agile like a monkey. With a toe-tap on the wall, he flipped over the gang's heads, landing steadily behind the last thug.

The whole process took just an instant, so fast the thugs didn't notice, thinking Chu Ge was still behind the wall.

"Pick up a brick and hit him from behind!"

The thug in front of Chu Ge shouted, about to pick up a brick from the ground. He bent down and reached, but caught air, stunned.

"Looking for this?"

Chu Ge patted the thug's shoulder with a smile. When the thug instinctively turned around, Chu Ge slammed the brick into his spatula-like face.

When the thug's spatula face met the brick, he didn't even manage a groan before collapsing.

After that, Chu Ge didn't bother entangling with the thugs any longer, wading through the chaotic melee like a leisurely stroll, continuously smashing with the brick in his hand. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A minute passed, with all ten thugs laid out on the ground, never even touching Chu Ge's clothes.

Casually tossing away the brick stained with a lot of nosebleed, Chu Ge yawned, found the cleanest thug's clothes, and sat on him.

After taking care of this ragtag group, the only thing left was to wait for Yu Zekai.

Originally, Chu Ge didn't want to deal with Yu Zekai, but since the kid had purposely provoked him, he wasn't going to put up with the brat's nonsense anymore.

After all, if it wasn't him, Chu Ge, facing this today but an ordinary person with no skills or backing, they'd at least be beaten half to death. This was sheer misfortune!

Since leaving his former organization, Chu Ge preferred to solve problems without violence whenever possible. Yet, it turned out some people were born with a face begging to be punched.

Lighting another cigarette, Chu Ge walked to a thug lying on the ground and kicked him in the butt.

"Get up, don't play dead, or I'll hit you with another brick to really put you to sleep."

"Spare me, hero! Boss, I was wrong!"

Hearing Chu Ge's voice, the gangster who had "fainted" on the ground hurriedly got up, trembling like a leaf, as if he had seen a ghost.

He couldn't help but be scared; he had never seen anyone so good at fighting. It was like a movie scene; this group of thugs was just like 2B villains getting instantly defeated!

"Keep an eye out for me. If that guy Zekai arrives, wave at him and guide him in the right direction. Oh, and sit tight; I'm not responsible if you fall."

"B-b-big bro, what do you mean sit tight... Aaaah!"

Before the thug could react, Chu Ge grabbed his collar and casually tossed him, as if throwing a little chick, hurling him high up, landing him on the edge of a flat-roofed house.

After a scream like a slaughtered pig, the thug landed with a "thud" on the roof edge.

"Keep a good watch for me, and keep your eyes sharp."

Chu Ge called out to the thug on the roof again, smoking a cigarette, quietly waiting. Before long, he saw the thug showing an extremely unpleasant smile, waving towards the outskirts of the flat-house area.

"Zekai! Over here! Come over!"

Hearing the thug's shout, Chu Ge nodded in satisfaction, then stood up leisurely.

Yu Zekai came in, with a sinister smile on his face, ready to finish off Chu Ge.

Of course, he didn't have the guts to kill anyone. For him, finishing off simply meant hurling a few insults, kicking a few times, showing off a bit, and pretending to be tough.

As Yu Zekai stepped into the alley that had just witnessed a fight, his pupils involuntarily shrank, his sinister smile instantly freezing on his face. He subconsciously gulped, then quickly turned around, preparing to run away.

Unfortunately, just as Yu Zekai turned, he met with a smiling face.

"Chu..."

Before he could finish the word "Ge," Yu Zekai was struck heavily by Chu Ge's kick, his body flying backward like a cannonball, crashing directly into a house door.

Soon after, there was a "thud! thud!" echoing in the air.

The first thud was Yu Zekai hitting the door, and the second was the thug previously thrown by Chu Ge falling down from the roof edge.

With just one kick, Yu Zekai was left leaning against the door, clutching his stomach, his insides churning, his eyes bulging out, nearly fainting from the kick.

"Fuck..."

Before Yu Zekai could finish swearing, Chu Ge kicked him down again, stepping on his mouth.

"When it comes to people I dislike, I hope they listen quietly when I'm talking; otherwise, I might do things they wouldn't want to happen. Unfortunately for you, I've now categorized you as one of those people. Can you understand what I mean?"

His right foot ground against Yu Zekai's mouth, Chu Ge said softly.

Though Chu Ge's tone was calm, Yu Zekai had fully realized one thing.

Chu Ge's fists were bigger than his. With so many people lying down already, dealing with him would be just like child's play. If he didn't want to suffer, he'd better cooperate obediently now.

Though cursing Chu Ge's ancestors under his breath, when Chu Ge moved his foot away from his mouth, Yu Zekai, after spitting out the dirt, concealed the venom in his eyes and put on a submissive expression.

Chu Ge chuckled, "Kid, you're still not convinced? Facing off you act soft, but inside, you're cursing my ancestors, huh?"

"I..." Yu Zekai barely managed a word before Chu Ge's foot landed on his mouth again.

"Huh? I clearly remember telling you I don't like it when people I dislike make a sound while I'm speaking. Did you forget that so soon?"

Chu Ge rubbed his nose with a quirky expression, his shoe once again grinding on Yu Zekai's mouth before he leisurely put his foot back on the ground.

Yu Zekai was seething with hatred internally, but he was truly scared of being stomped by Chu Ge, so he didn't dare utter another word.

Seeing Yu Zekai stay silent, Chu Ge nodded in satisfaction, then slowly squatted down beside him.

"Kid, let me tell you a secret, okay? Actually... I've killed people before."

Chu Ge continued smiling, a calm, breezy smile, as if he wasn't using such violently charged words but discussing the weather with an old friend.

When Chu Ge's smiling face blocked out the sunlight, a chill ran from the top of Yu Zekai's head to his tailbone, icy airs coursing all over, causing him to shiver, unknowingly breaking out in cold sweat, his heartbeat accelerating.

He wanted to say something, but as soon as Yu Zekai saw Chu Ge's right foot, he clamped his mouth shut.

"Great, you seem to have gotten smarter. Let me ask you another question, this time you can talk, and I promise not to step on you."

Chu Ge nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Do you know how many people I've killed?"

With hesitation and an involuntary rise of fear inside him, Yu Zekai shook his head, "No... I don't know."

Chu Ge rubbed his nose, "Haha, I don't know either."

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