novelslam Chapter 10 will show you who the father is!
Chapter 10 will show you who the father is!
"Did you all understand?" Sun Niu finished his last puff of cigarette, slammed the cigarette butt to the ground, and crushed it out with his toe.
"When that kid comes out, don't fucking waste your breath on him, everyone attack together and beat him to a pulp!"
"Remember, beat them into submission first, then talk about money!"
Sun Niu's voice was filled with ruthlessness and greed.
"After we pull off this job, Brother Niu will take you guys to 'Heaven on Earth' for dinner tonight. Eat and drink as much as you want!"
"Aww!"
"Brother Niu is awesome!"
A low, excited roar erupted from the crowd.
For them, extortion is commonplace, but this is the first time they've done something this big.
More than a hundred people ganged up on a high school student.
If this gets out, they'll have something to brag about for a year.
"Little Six!" Sun Niu shouted.
"Hey, Brother Niu!" a skinny guy with blond hair answered.
"Keep a close watch on them at the school gate! Signal the moment they come out!"
"Okay!"
Xiao Liu received the order and dashed to the alley entrance, peeking cautiously towards the school gate.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows of the students leaving school.
Sun Niu touched his dyed, dry yellow hair, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
Internet celebrity? Brother Cong?
Today I'll show you who really is the boss in Jincheng.
Xiao Liu, who was at the alley entrance, suddenly jolted, pulled his head back, and scrambled back.
"Brother Niu! Brother Niu! He's out! That kid's out!"
His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement and nervousness.
......
The alleyway fell silent instantly.
More than a hundred people gripped the steel pipes in their hands without prior arrangement.
"Everyone, get ready!"
Sun Niu roared in a low voice, and pulled out a gleaming baton from his waist.
At the alley entrance, the setting sun cast long shadows of two figures.
Ma Cong and Zhou Xing walked side by side.
Ma Cong didn't speak first, and Zhou Xing also lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.
There was a fist's distance between the two, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Ma Cong stopped a few steps after walking out of the school gate.
He turned his head and glanced at the dimly lit alleyway not far away.
A furtive figure peeked out from the corner of the wall, peering in his direction.
That face looked somewhat familiar.
Ma Cong has a good memory; he recognized it.
Isn't this the little bastard I beat up back in the first year of high school, the one who cried and begged for my dad?
He remembered that the kid brought more than twenty people to ambush him, but he took them all down in no time.
Now again?
Two years have passed, and he hasn't made much progress, but he's certainly become quite bold.
In the past, he might have had a headache facing this situation.
After all, two fists can't beat four hands.
But now, he is a Ming Jin martial artist.
In his eyes, a bunch of kids who haven't even grown their hair yet, trying to hustle like gangsters in movies, are no different from a bunch of chickens and dogs.
"What's wrong?"
When Zhou Xing saw him stop, he also stopped and looked in the direction he was looking.
It was pitch black in the alley, and I couldn't see anything.
"It's nothing."
Ma Cong looked away, his tone indifferent.
There are a few flies.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark mass of people suddenly surged out of the dimly lit alley.
"Splash—"
The grating sound of metal scraping together rang out.
Sun Niu led the way, followed by hundreds of young men wielding steel pipes, batons, and even several gleaming machetes and daggers.
They emerged from the alley and instantly filled the open space in front of the school.
This spectacle left everyone around them completely dumbfounded.
Students who had just left school and hadn't gone far screamed and retreated back into the school gate, or hid behind shops along the roadside, peeking out with their heads full of terror.
Passersby either quickened their pace and hurried away, or stopped a distance away, took out their phones, and prepared to watch the drama unfold.
The security guard at the school gate turned pale. He frantically pulled out his walkie-talkie and yelled, "Hello! Hello! Principal? Something terrible has happened! There's a brawl at the school gate! Over a hundred people! They're all armed!"
As Zhou Xing watched the group of menacing thugs approaching them, the color drained from his face instantly.
She instinctively grabbed Ma Cong's arm, her knuckles turning white from the force, her body trembling uncontrollably.
But she didn't let go, nor did she hide behind Ma Cong.
She clung to him, her watery eyes filled with stubbornness.
Ma Cong looked down at the small hand on his arm and felt a little helpless.
He turned to Zhang Li, who was equally terrified, and said, "Pull her away."
Zhang Li then realized what was happening and rushed forward to pull Zhou Xing away, crying, "Xingxing, run! Someone's going to get hurt!"
"I'm not leaving!"
Zhou Xing clung tightly to Ma Cong, tears welling up in his eyes.
Ma Cong sighed.
He reached out, took off his school uniform jacket, and handed it to Zhou Xing.
"Hold this for me."
His tone was relaxed, even a little teasing.
"Don't get it dirty, you still need to wear it tomorrow."
After saying that, he gently pried Zhou Xing's fingers apart and pushed her towards Zhang Li.
Then, he stayed behind alone.
Inside the school gate, countless eyes were watching this scene through the gaps in the iron railings.
"Holy crap! Brother Cong is going to take on a hundred of them all by himself?"
"Are you crazy?! That's a real fight! Not an exhibition match in a boxing gym!"
"Call the police immediately! If you don't, something terrible will happen!"
Anxiety and exclamations rose and fell among the students.
In their view, no matter how good Ma Cong was at fighting, he would only face certain death when facing more than a hundred desperate men armed with weapons.
However, Ma Cong, the person involved, showed no fear whatsoever.
He even felt excited.
Since breaking through to the Ming Jin level, he has lacked opportunities for real combat.
Although the sparring partners in the martial arts space are formidable, they are ultimately just data simulations and lack the raw, unadulterated intensity of real combat.
Now, so many "human punching bags" are offering themselves up, it's like someone has delivered a pillow when you're sleepy.
He casually tossed his backpack on the ground, then ripped off his tight-fitting sports vest, revealing his muscular upper body.
His muscle definition isn't as exaggerated as those of the hunks in the gym, but every muscle exudes explosive power, like a cheetah poised to pounce.
After doing all this, instead of retreating, he strode forward and walked towards the group of thugs.
When Sun Niu saw that Ma Cong not only didn't run away but also dared to come forward, he was first stunned, then he laughed in anger.
"Damn it! You idiot!"
He raised his baton and roared with all his might, "Get him! Kill him!"
"Aww!"
Hundreds of thugs let out a strange cry, brandishing their weapons, and surged towards Ma Cong like a black tide.
The terrifying aura caused the onlookers in the distance to gasp in surprise.
Faced with this torrent that could swallow a person in an instant, Ma Cong burst into laughter.
The laughter was wild and unrestrained, filled with fighting spirit!
"Well done!"
He took a sudden step forward.
"Bang!"
The floor tiles beneath my feet shattered with a crack, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards.
He shot out like a cannonball, plunging headfirst into the "forest" made of steel pipes and machetes.
The thug at the front, before he could even see Ma Cong's movements, felt a tremendous force slam into his chest.
He was hit as if by a speeding truck, spitting blood and flying seven or eight meters away, knocking over three or four of his companions along the way.
The power of one punch is so terrifying!