Mercenary’s War Chapter 124 - 124 123 The Soft Persimmon Has Thorns

124: Chapter 123: The Soft Persimmon Has Thorns 124: Chapter 123: The Soft Persimmon Has Thorns Pretty Boy’s legwork was indeed impressive, one kick following another, giving Gao Yang no chance to catch his breath.

For a while, Gao Yang was forced to continuously dodge and retreat.

The range of a leg attack is much larger than that of a punch.

Gao Yang had no chance to counterattack.

Pretty Boy unleashed countless kicks, and Gao Yang was powerless to retaliate.

Eventually, Gao Yang actively widened the distance between them, appearing as if he was fleeing in panic.

Although Gao Yang looked extrely disheveled, his actions ensured his safety.

Gao Yang’s thod drew jeers from the crowd, but he didn’t care about their boos.

His life was more important.

If he had charged at Pretty Boy in a mont of hot-headedness and got knocked down with two kicks, losing his life, that would have been truly foolish and embarrassing.

Gao Yang stayed just outside the reach of Pretty Boy’s kicks—retreating when Pretty Boy advanced and closing in when Pretty Boy retreated.

He had to be untouchable, yet close enough to attack at any mont.

He concentrated all his focus on Pretty Boy, which was actually not as effortless as it seed.

Seeing that Gao Yang could only dodge and seed on the verge of running away to admit defeat, Pretty Boy was invigorated.

His legs kicked as if weaving through the air like a butterfly, a sight both beautiful and flashy.

Regardless of its practicality, the image was undeniably cool.

It was a pity that there wasn’t a single woman in the audience.

Otherwise, the long-haired Pretty Boy would have certainly captivated many.

Apart from Lee Jinfang and their companions, nearly everyone else was jeering at Gao Yang.

After a while, when jeering at Gao Yang proved ineffective, people began to cheer for Pretty Boy instead, hoping he could quickly defeat Gao Yang.

The cheers only made Pretty Boy more conceited.

Being conceited often led to danger.

Pretty Boy tried to end the fight with a stylish, graceful, and explosively cool 360-degree spin kick in mid-air, but Gao Yang simply ducked his head and avoided the visually impressive kick.

After dodging a kick, Gao Yang didn’t retreat as before.

Normally, even if Pretty Boy missed, he could instantly follow up with another kick.

But this ti, his showboating backfired.

As he was mid-air, Gao Yang burst forward, closing the distance right as Pretty Boy landed and turned around, just in ti for Gao Yang to unleash his Lower Body Kick.

From start to finish, Gao Yang had only been dodging and retreating, never initiating or counteracting with a punch or kick.

But the one ti he did strike, he imdiately secured the victory.

No matter who it is, as long as they’re a man, if they take a heavy, life-threatening kick to the groin, the reaction is always the sa.

Whether it’s a frail nerd or a muscular giant like Arnie, they would be lying on the ground unable to even scream.

However, a miracle occurred this ti.

Though Pretty Boy was kneeling on the ground, clutching his crotch, the level of pain didn’t seem as intense as it should be—at least he was still able to scream, and he was even shakingly trying to stand up.

Gao, adhering to the principle of eradicating evil completely or not leaving any trouble for himself, believed that if he didn’t deliver a fatal blow now, he’d be an idiot.

Gao Yang slamd his knee viciously into Pretty Boy’s chin, knocking him backward as he flew into the air.

At the sa ti, with a punching power that could burst through anything, Gao Yang delivered a full-force blow to Pretty Boy’s Adam’s apple, crushing it.

Killing a scumbag with fists and feet felt entirely different from shooting soone with a gun.

Automatically filtering out the earlier scenes of being chased and attacked by Pretty Boy, Gao Yang now only felt his blood boiling.

After spitting viciously at the still writhing but dood Pretty Boy, Gao Yang scread, “Who else wants to fight !”

The twist of the scene had been a mont’s work.

Just as Gao Yang suddenly killed Pretty Boy on the ground, and while so were still loudly cheering for Pretty Boy, Gao Yang’s roar silenced all the noise imdiately.

Li Jinfang and the others imdiately rushed over, surrounding Gao Yang, and shouted, “That was so damn exhilarating!”

Gao Yang swung his fist fiercely at the sky, overwheld with joy.

However, as he slightly cald down, he imdiately whispered to Li Jinfang, “What about the other two from the Perverted rcenary Group?

Any moves from them?

Be careful not to get ambushed.”

After glancing back, Li Jinfang made a slicing gesture with his hand and said, “Why don’t I go and challenge them both one on one?

If they dare to fight, we finish them off for good.”

The Perverted rcenary Group had already lost two n to Li Jinfang and Gao Yang, and the grudge was now huge.

After all, none of the four from that group were decent folks; killing them would be ridding people of evil.

Gao naturally wanted to take the chance to finish off the remaining two; the last thing he wanted was a bullet in the back later.

“Alright, go and provoke them a bit.

We can’t leave those two disasters behind.”

Li Jinfang imdiately turned around and shouted at the remaining two mbers of the Perverted rcenary Group, “I want to fight you guys!

Both of you at once, use whatever you want.

How about it, do you dare?”

The remaining two mbers of the Perverted rcenary Group, both black, were unresponsive.

One of them didn’t say anything, just flipping off Li Jinfang with a middle finger, while the other said without hesitation, “Idiot, I’m not going to fight you.”

Seeing the Perverted rcenary Group refusing Li Jinfang’s challenge, Gambler imdiately called out loudly, “No more entertainnt here; co and get your money, you bastards.

Now you know, Ram’s fighting is as good as his shooting.

Damn it, I’ve lost money again.”

Although the people from the Perverted rcenary Group were unwilling to fight, upon hearing Gambler’s words, Gao Yang couldn’t help but smile widely, exclaiming loudly, “Quick, go get the money!

Twenty-two thousand five hundred at three to one odds, ha-ha, I made a killing.”

Cui Bo and Frey jubilantly waved their betting slips as they went to collect their cash.

Especially Frey, in just a mont’s ti, had gained over ninety thousand US dollars—enough to make him ecstatic.

Yet, Li Jinfang looked extrely upset, saying, “Motherfucker, I was too worried about you to place a bet.

Shit, I’ve missed out on big winnings, three to one odds!

I’ve lost over three hundred thousand!”

Gao Yang patted Li Jinfang’s shoulder sympathetically, saying, “You’ve already earned tens of thousands.

If you’d put it all on the line, Gambler might not have had enough to cover it.

Maybe your bet would’ve been wasted anyway.”

After he finished speaking, Gao Yang noticed Harris looking dejected and asked curiously, “Hey, big guy, how much did you bet?”

Harris shook his head and grimaced, “We bet all that we’d just won, but we all bet on Pretty Boy to win.

Ram, you’ve screwed over.”

Gao Yang turned to Li Jinfang and shrugged, “See, I don’t need to console you anymore, do I?

There’s soone worse off right here.

At least you still kept tens of thousands.

Look at Harris—he’s lost tens of thousands just like that.

Be content.

By the way, Pretty Boy should have been down after my kick.

Why didn’t he seem to be in too much pain?”

“Dumbass, can’t you figure that out?

He’s a sissy, or should I say, he’s got no balls, get it?”