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Zhong Kui's Diary
Looking closely, I was shocked to see Fatty curled up on the ground five meters away, holding his stomach.
I rushed over to help Fatty, who was grimacing in pain, squatting on the ground and refusing to get up, clearly unable to stand due to the severity of his pain.
I was overwhelmed with shock; how could this guy have such explosive power? Among our group, if we take Fatty as a reference for explosive strength, Kong Xuan could kick him four meters away. I am slightly stronger, but I can only manage about four and a half meters. As for Aijia Yu, her skills in Kung Fu are impressive, but her explosive power is slightly inferior to ours; kicking Fatty three meters would be quite an achievement for her.
And then there's Wang Chuan, tall and thin, who managed to kick Fatty this far. His explosive power is truly astonishing. In terms of pure explosive strength, perhaps only Lou Wei could consistently surpass him.
Wang Chuan approached us with a smile, seemingly unguarded. He squatted down in front of Fatty, playing with a bracelet on his wrist. It wasn't just any bracelet; it was a red cord with three golden balls hanging from it.
I had seen many people wear bracelets, usually adorned with hollow golden beads no larger than Peanut. If they were too big, they would be uncomfortable. However, I had never seen anything like what Wang Chuan wore—three golden balls nearly the size of ping pong balls. That was quite extravagant!
Looking at Fatty, Wang Chuan seemed apologetic as if he had accidentally kicked a pig on the street. He said, "Sorry, Fatty, I didn't control my strength well. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly."
Fatty grinned at me through gritted teeth, making sounds of discomfort that indicated he wanted me to help him take revenge!
Taking a deep breath, I straightened up and said to Wang Chuan, "Since you have such good skills, let's have some fun!"
Wang Chuan stood up nonchalantly and casually struck a pose. "If you're not afraid of getting hurt yourself, then let's play."
At this point, Kung Fu, Bald Man, and the others had already struggled to crawl to a corner of the hall. This was better; I wouldn't accidentally step on them and cause trouble—not because I was worried about hurting them but because I didn't want to twist my own ankle.
I took a few steps back, ran forward for momentum, and launched myself into a knee strike—using the same move as before—aiming my knee at Wang Chuan's chin. Wang Chuan remained unfazed and slapped my knee with his right palm. Using the force from his hand, I twisted my body and swept my other leg directly towards Wang Chuan's head.
Only then did Wang Chuan show a slight change in expression; he raised his left hand to block my kick. With a loud thud, I used the momentum to retreat a few steps while Wang Chuan stumbled back two or three meters from my sweep.
Hey, it seems like Wang Chuan's Kung Fu isn't that impressive. My mood instantly lifted as I straightened my right hand, palm facing up, and waved at Wang Chuan, signaling him to come at me.
Wang Chuan took a deep breath, rubbed his right hand on his left wrist, chuckled, and without any feints, he threw a punch straight at my chest.
I used my left hand to block his punch, slightly turning my body to the side. After deflecting his fist, my right hand would counterattack. This was a routine move called "Covering Ears to Steal a Bell," where one hand covers the ears while the other steals the bell—quite illustrative.
"Bang!"
I actually failed to deflect Wang Chuan's punch; it landed directly on my shoulder, knocking me back several steps.
What’s going on? It seems like Wang Chuan's strength has increased.
Could it be that Wang Chuan wasn't using his full strength earlier?
"Well done!" Wang Chuan said while playing with a golden ball in his hand, grinning. "Let's go again!"
Before he finished speaking, another straight punch came flying at me. This time, I put all my strength into my arms and desperately tried to block Wang Chuan's punch.
With a loud thud, I was sent flying four or five meters away and skidded back seven or eight steps before finally stabilizing myself.
This is impossible; Wang Chuan's strength has at least doubled! Kicking someone five meters away is completely different from punching them five meters away.
"Not bad, not bad. It seems your ability to take hits is better than this Fatty!" Wang Chuan looked at me as if I were a wild boar, while his gaze towards Fatty resembled that of a domestic pig. What kind of look is that? Should I feel proud or angry?
"Let's go again!" Wang Chuan charged forward with another swinging punch. I braced myself with all my might this time, using every ounce of strength I had—even the strength of milking cows. With a thunderous sound, I was sent flying through the air by Wang Chuan's punch and crashed onto the front stage. Fortunately, I managed to twist in mid-air so that my back hit the stage first, avoiding a head injury. Even so, the hard marble surface still made me grimace in pain.
The computer monitor fell to the ground with a loud bang, and I also fell due to inertia, knocking into the fan at the front desk. The power supply cord was tangled around my feet, pulling and dragging various objects, creating a chaotic scene.
I could clearly feel that Wang Chuan's punch had increased in force by another thirty percent compared to earlier. What was going on? It seemed like this guy could continuously stack his strength.
"It looks like you can only withstand this level of attack!" Wang Chuan resumed his previous nonchalant demeanor, swaying as he walked towards me, a smile on his face that was... charming.
Next to me was Zhao Ting, who stood pale and trembling with fear. Seeing me on the ground, she hesitated for a moment before helping me up with all her strength. I smiled gratefully at her, "It's fine, just watch how I deal with him next!"
In the distance, Fatty finally spoke up, "Ghost Brother, have you been knocked silly? Do you have any hidden skills left?"
I chuckled, "You don't know anything!"
Seeing Wang Chuan slowly approach with a smile on his lips, I quickly pulled out a gun from my Spatial Bag and pointed it at him, saying, "Smile again and see what happens!"
This gun was given to me by Lingfeng. After being forced to throw it away by Lin Tao in the Land of Eternal Sleep, I managed to retrieve it. Such a good item was definitely worth keeping for self-defense.
Everyone around gasped in shock. Wang Chuan's expression changed drastically upon seeing this, and he turned to leave.
"Stop! If you take another step, I'll shoot!" I shouted loudly.
However, Wang Chuan seemed to ignore me completely. He clasped his head with both hands and moved even faster, looking like he was about to run out the door.
Did he think I wouldn't dare to shoot? I gestured at Wang Chuan's back but ultimately lowered the gun. Motherfucker, I really didn't dare to pull the trigger. Anger boiled inside me—how could this person be so unpredictable?
After catching my breath for a moment, I put away the gun, shook my arms and twisted my neck. Testing the height of the front desk, I pushed off the surface with my hands and leaped into the air for what looked like a perfect vault. Unexpectedly, my feet were still tangled in the power supply cord below, causing another chaotic crash as I fell from the desk.
Zhao Ting poked her head out from behind the counter, wanting to laugh but unable to make a sound. "Zheng Nan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" I gritted my teeth and painfully untangled the Power Supply cable from my foot, standing up. Damn, I really embarrassed myself, but thankfully there were no outsiders around.
Fatty, however, didn't care about that at all and was laughing uncontrollably.
I walked seriously in front of Bald Man's group. Without saying a word, I grabbed Bald Man and slapped him repeatedly until his cheek was swollen before asking, "Who was that guy just now?"
"B...broke...master!" Bald Man mumbled through his swollen lips. It took me a moment to understand that he meant he didn't recognize him.
"Don't recognize him?" Fatty staggered over as well. "Don't recognize him? He's the top guy in your Underworld! How can you not know him?"
"Wronged! Wronged!" One of the Pointed-Faced Men immediately protested.
"Wronged?" I was furious. You guys came here with steel pipes and wooden sticks to cause trouble, and you still dare to claim you're wronged?
"Big brother, we're from Hua City. Someone offered us three hundred bucks to come here, and we knew no one would show up, so we agreed." The Pointed-Faced Man explained, while the others nodded in agreement.
"Then what about this Underworld?" I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Hua City is about a two-hour drive from Sun City; it's just a county town.
"That was also arranged by the person who called us over. Amin even rewatched Jin Yong's The Deer and the Cauldron just for this; otherwise, how could he have responded to your signal?" The Pointed-Faced Man pointed at Bald Man with a pained expression.
I glanced at Bald Man, who immediately nodded vigorously.
"What did the person who called you over look like?"
"I don't know, we contacted them by phone, and then they asked us to provide an account number. They directly transferred a deposit of one thousand yuan." The Pointed-Faced Man chuckled awkwardly, "I originally thought they would take the money and run, but Amin here didn't have to do much. He just needed to come out and scare the front desk, and the rest of the money would be in hand. So why not come? And then... you all know what happened next."
Seeing that the Pointed-Faced Man didn't seem to be lying, and these people really didn't look like they were involved in any underworld activities, I waved my hand, "Alright, you can go now!"
The Pointed-Faced Man and his companions helped each other to the door when the bald man suddenly turned around and shouted at me, "Dianhua!"
I exchanged a bewildered glance with Fatty. Dianhua? What does that mean?
The bald man wrote a few words on the Pointed-Faced Man's hand, and the Pointed-Faced Man shouted, "Do you want that person's phone number?"
"Of course we want it!" Fatty and I answered in unison.
After the Pointed-Faced Man gave me the number, the group staggered away.
I pointed at the mess in the lobby and the chaotic situation at the front desk, looking at the terrified Zhao Ting and said, "What are we going to do about this scene?"
"I'll call Manager Tian!" Zhao Ting was at a loss and could only report to her superior.
Fatty and I exchanged glances, both wearing bitter smiles. In this unfamiliar Sun City, we arrived to such a big scene. Initially, we thought there wouldn't be any issues since Lou Wei introduced us to the Public Security Team captain, but from what just happened, there hadn't been a single police officer around since the disturbance began. It seemed that Mao Shun wouldn't be of much help either.
Not wanting to deal with how Zhao Ting would communicate with Tian Zhiyong, Fatty and I headed straight back to room 609. My body was sore, and I collapsed onto the bed to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already twelve-thirty at night, and my stomach growled like thunder; I was so hungry.
I nudged Fatty awake so we could go get something to eat. Fatty groaned as he got up. We both moved around a bit; it was just some surface injuries that would be fine after resting.
When we went downstairs, the lobby had already been cleaned up, and a new beautiful receptionist was at the front desk. Seeing us about to go out, she anxiously called out to us, "Hey! You guys are going out? There's no one here to watch over!"
"We'll be right back, just grabbing a late-night snack!" I said with a smile.
"Oh, I see. Just go out and walk straight to the right. There's a barbecue stall at the intersection. Come back quickly; I'm a bit scared when you're not here," the beautiful woman hurriedly replied.
"Sure, no problem. What do you want me to bring back for you?" Fatty said cheerfully.
"Um, that's fine. Get me some Chicken Wings."
Once we exited the hotel, the evening breeze refreshed my spirit.
Following the receptionist's directions, we arrived at the intersection and indeed saw three or four barbecue stalls bustling with people, drinking and playing games, creating a lively atmosphere. The two of us found an empty spot, randomly ordered a bunch of food, and called for four bottles of beer. Just as we were about to settle the bill and leave, a shout suddenly came from beside us: "Stone, over here!"
It seemed we had run into someone we knew, but I paid it no mind.
"Brother Long, I'm late; I'll punish myself... Huh? Damn! Brother Long, these are the two who hit me this morning!"
With a crash of overturned tables and chairs, I turned in surprise to see five or six burly men standing up from the next table, glaring at us fiercely.
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