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Zhong Kui's Diary
I stopped in my tracks, my eyes fixed on the bearded man. At this moment, I was somewhat disoriented, with only four words echoing in my mind: "Find Fatty, find Kong Xuan."
Seeing my state, the bearded man became furious and raised the Glue Stick to smash it against my shoulder.
In an instant, the wind howled as the Glue Stick traced a black arc through the air. From the sound of the wind generated by the Glue Stick, it was clear that it contained a metal rod; if I were struck by it, my shoulder would surely fracture.
With a cold snort, I lunged forward. Just before the Glue Stick came down, I charged into the bearded man's embrace, my left hand gripping his throat while my right arm encircled his neck from behind.
This simple reaction is what distinguishes levels of skill: an ordinary person would instinctively cover their head with their arms and turn to run... but someone who has fought a few times would immediately raise their left hand to block the Glue Stick while preparing to counterattack with their right... Those with quicker reflexes and more experience would grab the opponent's wrist holding the weapon, pull them in close, and then deliver a knee strike...
The first type of person would be chased down and beaten like a dog; the second type would inevitably suffer broken bones from trying to block with their hands against steel pipes or wooden sticks; only the third type represents a more correct response, but having such reactions requires extensive combat experience.
As for my reaction, it stemmed from street fighting; blocking or dodging was irrelevant. I charged in close for zero distance contact. At that point, no weapon mattered—if you hit me once, I'd hit you back; it was all about fists and resilience.
In that moment, I felt as if I had returned to the underground fighting stage, with the bearded man as my opponent. My mind was focused solely on one thought: take him down.
The bearded man was startled and grabbed my wrist where I held his throat with one hand while throwing away the Glue Stick with the other. He then swung a punch at my head. A Glue Stick like that needed distance to wield effectively; in close combat, fists were far more convenient.
Seeing his punch coming, I shouted angrily. I loosened my grip slightly on his neck with my right hand and pushed up hard with my left. The bearded man was lifted off the ground, causing his punch to miss entirely.
I then lowered him back down while continuing to hold his neck with my arm. The bearded man roared in anger and kneed me directly in the groin. I let out a cold laugh, twisting at my waist while blocking with my right leg. Pain shot through me as I inhaled sharply but seized the opportunity to exert force, spinning him around before we both crashed to the ground. I rolled over and mounted him, maintaining a tight grip on his throat with my left hand while my right fist hammered down toward his head.
With two loud thuds, one punch landed on the corner of his eye and another on his mouth, causing blood to spill from his lips.
"Let go of Xuan Ge!" came a sharp shout from my left, followed by a young man with thick eyebrows swinging a Glue Stick toward my head.
Xuan Ge? I paused for a moment, but the fierce wind from the attack showed no signs of hesitation.
In a hurry, I had no choice but to release the bearded man's throat. Tilting my head slightly, I swiftly grabbed the Brawny Man's wrist with my left hand and pulled forward. The Brawny Man stumbled awkwardly and fell beside the bearded man. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough not to step on the bearded man's head.
The remaining three or four big men shouted and swung a Glue Stick at my head.
Damn, seeing this situation made my anger surge and my instincts kick in. An idea popped into my mind: since they wanted to go this far, I might as well fight back with everything I had. Initially, I was only half-crazed, but once that thought took root, a killing intent surged within me. I sprang to my feet and knocked the group down with just a few punches and kicks. Unconsciously, I tapped into the energy of Devouring Soul, and with those strikes, the big men fell to the ground, completely unaware of what had happened.
"Stop!" The bearded man was startled by my sudden aggression and shouted sharply.
"Stop? Damn! Didn't you want to beat me to death? Then let's all go all out!" I sneered and stepped on the bearded man's thigh, causing him to let out a piercing scream.
"Go die!" I continued to laugh sinisterly, lifting my foot to stomp on the bearded man's chest.
"Brother Xuan!" The Brawny Man shouted and leaped onto the bearded man to protect him.
Seeing the Brawny Man bravely shielding the bearded man took me by surprise. It felt like something in my mind had been struck, and then that sensation crumbled away like ice melting. Suddenly, I became clear-headed.
"Eh? What’s going on?" I pointed at the people around me in confusion. I had a vague impression that these were the ones I had knocked down, but I was puzzled about why I had acted so ruthlessly.
I generally respect life; unless someone is truly heinous, I wouldn't harbor ill intentions towards them, let alone murderous thoughts. Although these security guards attacked me with Glue Sticks, my skills far surpassed theirs, so it wasn't a big deal. To put it another way, if I were a Muscular Man and a few kindergarten kids randomly hit me a few times, would I really want to kill them? Strength determines mindset.
But now, I had actually developed a killing intent towards them, which was shocking to me. Moreover, I had used the power of Devouring Soul against those security guards behind me. Tsk tsk, I hope I didn’t hit any vital spots; otherwise, those guards might end up dead or disabled.
"What’s going on? You’re actually asking us what happened?" The bearded man pushed the Brawny Man aside and sat up with gritted teeth; he couldn't stand because his thigh bone was already broken from my stomp.
I was momentarily at a loss for what to do. After thinking for a moment, I called Lingfeng for help; I needed him to bring people to support me. Lingfeng immediately rushed over.
A few minutes later, about ten security guards came through the emergency exit. Upon seeing the scene of devastation around me, they looked at me in confusion. It seemed they wanted to rush forward but were concerned that I would use the unconscious guards as hostages.
I squatted next to one of the unconscious guards and checked his breathing; he seemed to still be alive. Standing up with a wry smile, I said, "You guys take these brothers to the hospital first; we’ll deal with everything else later."
Cautiously approaching were eight security guards; two of them lifted one guard each and quickly headed downstairs.
In this way, aside from me and the Bearded Man, there were also six or seven security guards standing at a distance.
The corner of the Bearded Man's eye was already swollen, and his mouth was stained with blood. Sweat was dripping down his face, likely due to the excruciating pain from the leg I had stepped on.
Wow, did I really hit him that hard? Should I send him for medical attention? But he is the leader; if I let him go, those security guards would be completely unconcerned. For a moment, I didn't know what to do.
The Bearded Man looked at me with a furious expression and asked, "You have such good skills; how much did Jiang Chengguang pay you? I'm curious about your worth."
His question took me by surprise. What? Jiang Chengguang? Why is he being dragged into this again?
The earlier disappearance of Kong Xuan and Fatty had already made me anxious. The sudden surge of killing intent had left me dizzy, and now with the Bearded Man bringing up Jiang Chengguang, my mind felt like a bar filled with various loud music and all kinds of pick-up lines and screams.
Last time at KFC Restaurant, due to a verbal dispute, we clashed with the KFC staff. Later, that staff member called in a group to deal with us, and the Bearded Man leading them was one of Jiang Chengguang's subordinates.
At that time, I had begun to suspect Jiang Chengguang's high-profile return, but I had been too busy with the Yin-Yang Ancient Coin matter to remember it. Now hearing the Bearded Man mention it, I quickly recalled and asked, "Are you saying that Jiang Chengguang from the Dragon Gang is collecting your Protection Fee?"
"Not just that; he also wants to establish an office in the company!" the Bearded Man frowned.
Just then, there was a commotion at the security exit as about ten more people rushed out. The leader was Lingfeng, followed by four or five armed Special Police officers. Another group of seven or eight security guards surrounded a middle-aged man wearing glasses. Surprisingly, these security guards were also armed with submachine guns. I didn't know what model they were or their names, but they looked quite powerful.
This shocked me. In our country, gun control is extremely strict. Manufacturing and selling firearms and ammunition is punishable by severe penalties, and submachine guns are even more heavily regulated.
Yet here were these security guards brazenly charging forward with submachine guns, facing off against the police—the state's violent enforcement agency.
"Zheng Nan, are you okay?" Lingfeng walked over to me and asked.
"I'm fine!" I forced a smile and then said in a very low voice, "Fatty and Kong Xuan have gone missing on the top floor."
"What?" Lingfeng exclaimed before quickly lowering his voice again to ask, "What happened?"
I shook my head, "I don't know what's going on either. By the way, how come their security can carry Submachine Guns? What's up with that?"
"This Huang Jianguo is not simple," Lingfeng said with a bitter smile, slightly nodding towards the middle-aged man wearing glasses.
"How is that possible?" I gasped.
Who is Lingfeng? Although he is neither a princeling nor from a prominent family, his family background is comparable to that of nobility, and they even hold a certain status within the inner circle. If even he is saying that Huang Jianguo is not simple, could it be that Huang Jianguo is connected to the inner circle?
"Even our Ling Family doesn't have the qualification to possess Submachine Guns. When I questioned him about the firearms, he just made a phone call, and soon after, my grandfather called me and ordered me to retreat immediately," Lingfeng frowned and said. "So this guy's background is definitely not ordinary."
"Didn't your grandfather tell you to retreat? Why are you still here?" I asked in surprise.
"Come on, you have something going on up there. How could I go back?" Lingfeng replied angrily.
I felt a surge of emotion; without saying anything, I patted Lingfeng on the shoulder while my gaze turned towards Huang Jianguo in the distance.
Seeing me looking at him, Huang Jianguo smiled slightly and walked directly over.
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