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As the Red Down Jacket and Black Padded Jacket were about to get out of the car after tossing away their cigarette butts, suddenly they felt their hair being yanked, and their heads slammed against the back of the seats.
"Thud!" Before either of them could react, their heads collided hard against each other, right on the area from the cheekbone to the temple. The immense impact caused both of them to slump back onto the car seats.
The Hat Man heard the noise and turned around, startled. The van screeched to a halt, shaking violently as it nearly veered off the abandoned platform and into the sea. Just as the vehicle came to a stop, Hat Guy attempted to open the door and jump out.
At that moment, a sharp metal object pierced through his neck, causing a trickle of blood to fall.
"Don't move if you don't want to die!" came Zhang Yang's voice from behind. Hat Guy trembled and slightly turned his head; blood was slowly oozing from Zhang Yang's head, with two or three streaks running down his pale face, making him look particularly terrifying.
A Skewered Lamb Stick, still bearing bits of meat, had been thrust into Hat Man's neck. Although it wasn't deeply embedded and was merely a threat, the cold pain still sent shivers down Hat Guy's spine.
With a crack, Hat Man's right arm was dislocated. He let out a cry of agony.
"Get down!" In an instant, Zhang Yang opened the side door and stepped out, standing next to the driver's seat while addressing Hat Man. He casually tossed the Skewered Lamb Stick into the sea.
Hat Man hung his right hand limply while propping himself up with his left hand as he slowly got out of the car. Just as he stood up, a sharp pain shot through his ribs, and he could even hear the sound of his ribs cracking.
On the desolate beach, the sound of crashing waves made Hat Man's cries seem rhythmic. He stumbled and fell to the ground, gasping as he tried to adapt to his condition.
Zhang Yang rummaged through half a box of mineral water in the car, twisted open a bottle, and gulped it down in one go. Then he opened two more bottles to rinse his head and face. The cold water cleaned up Zhang Yang's features considerably and sharpened his mind.
After fixing his damp hair, Zhang Yang yanked off Hat Man's knitted cap and put it on his own head.
Hat Man's messy white hair was revealed, but looking at his face, he appeared to be only around thirty years old.
"Dyed?" Zhang Yang asked while lifting Hat Man's right arm again. With another crack, he popped it back into place. "Yes," Hat Man replied, sweating in the cold wind from pain and fear. Initially wary upon hearing that Zhang Yang was skilled in combat, he had relaxed after gaining the upper hand but was shocked by how ruthless Zhang Yang was. Moreover, popping an arm back into place after dislocating it felt like a slow torture.
At that moment, Zhang Yang placed his foot on one of Hat Man's ankles: "I ask questions; you answer. If I'm not satisfied, this foot will break. Understand?"
"I'll tell you the truth; just ask quickly," Hat Man gasped weakly.
"I think you still don't understand. It's not about whether you tell the truth or not; it's about whether I'm satisfied or not. The decision lies with me, not you." Zhang Yang pressed down harder with his foot: "Who sent you?"
"Wu Liangdong; he contacted our boss."
"Who is your boss?"
"Black Ghost."
"Why is Wu Liangdong looking for him?"
"The boss of the South District is dead, and now everything is in chaos. Wu Liangdong said to support our boss to take action and make money together, and also mentioned that you have offended him."
"What were you planning to do with me?"
"Just teach you a lesson... a warning..."
One of Hat Guy's ankles was broken from being stepped on, causing him to faint from the pain. Zhang Yang picked up a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and squeezed it hard, shooting a jet of icy water straight into Hat Man's face. Startled, Hat Man groaned and woke up.
"I said I won't accept it. Teach me a lesson? Heh, are you going to beat me to death?" Zhang Yang squatted down, looking at Hat Man's pale, wet face.
"They really want to kill you. Please, just give me a quick end..." Hat Man was on the verge of breaking down.
"Your identities." Zhang Yang splashed the remaining water from the bottle onto Hat Man's face.
"We all work for Black Ghost. My name is Mu Kaishan, but on the streets, they call me Heimu Kai. My job mainly involves doing dirty work," Heimu Kai gasped.
"Sky Battle Chronicles, Heimu Kai. That Japanese anime is pretty good; I love watching it too. But with your skills, you dare to use that nickname after dyeing your hair white?" Zhang Yang laughed and then walked over to a pile of cement and a large wooden box. "So, Heimu Kai, do you think I would turn you into a cement block and throw you into the sea?"
"You..." Heimu Kai trembled all over. He never expected his mission would turn out so brutal. This psychological torment was far colder and more torturous than having his bones broken.
"If I let you go now, you'll come back to trouble me later, always thinking about revenge. That would be such a hassle for me," Zhang Yang showed a pained expression. "But honestly, I really don't want to kill anymore."
"You... have killed before..." Heimu Kai asked tremulously.
"Weren't you responsible for doing dirty work under Black Ghost? Haven't you killed anyone?" Zhang Yang stared at him.
"But... aren't you just a student?" Facing this so-called high school student, Heimu Kai felt an unprecedented fear. He was completely thrown off balance; the overwhelming aura of righteousness mixed with menace emanating from Zhang Yang made him forget his own "reputation" on the streets.
"I never said I killed anyone; I said I really don't want to kill anymore." Surprisingly, Zhang Yang picked up another bottle of mineral water and handed it to Heimu Kai. "Drink some; relax."
Heimu Kai took the water and gulped down a few mouthfuls, feeling somewhat better. "Damn it, not wanting to kill anymore means he has killed before," he thought silently but didn't dare to voice it. He stared blankly at Zhang Yang, as if waiting for his next move.
Ignoring him, Zhang Yang took out his phone and called Fatty Pan, asking him to take a taxi to pick him up at the roadside not far from the beach. After hanging up, he surprisingly dismantled several wooden planks from the wooden box and found a small bundle of hemp rope from the van.
The cold sea breeze hit Heimu Kai's wet face like a knife as he watched Zhang Yang approach him with a wooden board and some hemp rope, his body shaking like a sieve.
Amidst Heimu Kai's cries of agony, Zhang Yang surprisingly set his broken bones and then secured them with the board and rope.
"How do you know how to set bones?" After the procedure, Heimu Kai laid his legs flat, feeling much better, and couldn't help but ask.
"You ask so sincerely. But you should be asking why I went through the trouble of setting them for you," Zhang Yang replied.
"Yeah, why?" Heimu Kai felt like a puppet.
"Because you didn't kill me right after knocking me out; otherwise, I wouldn't have had the chance. So, not only will I not kill you, but I also want to repay you," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
What kind of twisted logic is this? Heimu Kai was about to go crazy.
"Call someone to rescue you. The two in the car had quite a collision, but there's still time to save them," Zhang Yang turned and said as he walked away. At that moment, Zhang Yang's phone chimed with a text message from Fatty Pan: "Almost there, wait for me by the roadside."
Watching Zhang Yang's departing figure, Heimu Kai, a man who had been through many hardships, felt a mix of emotions that he couldn't quite articulate. After suppressing his chaotic thoughts, he shakily took out his phone and dialed Black Ghost's number.
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