The three people were initially standing aside watching the commotion with an air of detachnt, but after hearing Xu Ke’s words, a conflicted look appeared on their faces. They glanced at each other and decided to take action.
In China, n usually defer to won, typically refraining from laying hands on them unless in exceptional circumstances. However, in Arica, such conventions do not apply—n, won, the elderly, and children are all seen as equals, with no concept of special deference.
The woman who drew her gun was initially just acting out of anger. But after firing all the bullets from her pistol, her rage dissipated, and her rationality returned. As she watched the n with hostile expressions approaching her, a look of panic appeared on her face.
"I warn you not to co any closer, or this gun might take aim and it won’t be a good sight seeing it leave a mark on you," the woman said nervously, pointing her gun at the approaching n one by one.
The three n exchanged a glance, paying no heed to the woman’s threats. They knew better than she did whether her gun had any bullets left.
Without much effort, the three n easily subdued the woman. The man who had been holding his nose also fully recovered. Seeing his woman being captured, his eyes turned red with rage.
"Let her go, or I won’t let you get away with this," the man said, clenching his fist.
The three n turned their gaze toward Xu Ke. "Why are you looking at ? I’ve already taken my revenge. If they’ve offended your Boss, whether you want revenge is up to you. Don’t look at ; I won’t make that decision for you." Xu Ke ca out from behind the pillar with Lin ngyao, smiling as he spoke.
The three n exchanged another glance, having made up their minds.
One man looked at Xu Ke and Lin ngyao, another at the woman who fired the gun earlier, and the third approached the man whose nose Xu Ke had broken. They each had their tasks, but the attempt to discipline the man did not go as planned. Instead of teaching him a lesson, the would-be attacker found himself sprawled on the ground, unable to get up, and the man who went to help was also knocked down.
The two who were following Xu Ke were left groaning on the ground, clutching the places they’d been hit, unable to stand. The man whose fist had drawn blood was now filled with fury, his gaze taking on a bloodthirsty tinge.
"Was it you who ordered them to hit my girlfriend?" the man asked, shifting his gaze from his bruised and swollen girlfriend to Xu Ke, his eyes blazing with hatred.
Xu Ke raised an eyebrow, "I guess you never passed Chinese class, did you?"
"What Chinese class? Quit spouting nonsense. So, what? You’re afraid to admit what you’ve done? You can hit a woman, but do you have the guts to face one-on-one?" the man taunted Xu Ke as provocatively as he could.
"Are you incapable of understanding human speech? He never said those things or gave any orders. Where are you getting these conclusions from?" Lin ngyao was ready to applaud the guy’s magical reading comprehension skills; his behavior was practically a witch hunt.
"When n are talking, what business do you have butting in, woman? Shut your mouth, or you’d better be careful, or I’ll hit you next," the man glared with wild eyes and a thuggish deanor at Lin ngyao.
"You’d better show so respect to my wife," Xu Ke said, his expression growing icy as he faced the fierce-looking man.
"No, I won’t. You expect to respect this little bitch after you hit my woman? Ha! She’s just a decent-looking monkey—a plain, lowly monkey. I can sll the stink of earth from a mile away. Why should I accord her any respect? She’s not worthy, she doesn’t deserve it!" the man sneered with wide, mocking grin.
Xu Ke released Lin ngyao’s hand, which he’d been holding, his fists crackling as he clenched them, with green veins faintly bulging on his forehead.
"I was planning to let you off, but since you’re courting death, don’t bla ," Xu Ke pinned Lin ngyao in place to keep her from following, then moved toward the man.
The man rolled his neck, cracking his knuckles loudly, then looked arrogantly at Xu Ke, even beckoning him with a single finger, full of provocation.
But Xu Ke suppressed the anger on his face and instead smiled, a coldness growing in his eyes.
"I was careless earlier and let you get that punch in, but soon I’ll beat that monkey face of yours into a pig’s head," the man spat on the ground with a sinister grin.
"Heh, try it," Xu Ke sneered.
The man’s muscles seed as if they were made of ironclad, his punches barely registering pain, his expression remaining unchanged.
The sounds of their blows landing made those who heard them ache all over.
A loud "bang!" was heard as the man’s fist slamd into the glass behind Xu Ke. The glass instantly shattered, raining shards everywhere, yet the man’s fist remained unscathed, the white light reflecting off his bronze skin, giving it a tallic sheen, like a robot.
"Why are you dodging? If you’ve got the guts, hit head-on," the man said disdainfully to Xu Ke, rifling on, "No wonder you’re a lowly race, without even basic abilities. You’re not qualified to challenge , just kneel at my feet and apologize quickly!" the man laughed loudly.
However, Xu Ke’s emotions remained unaffected by the other’s humiliating words, not letting himself lose his focus.
Xu Ke’s eyes slowly turned red, his smile taking on a wicked edge, "Your little goading has no effect on . We’ve played long enough, that’s enough."
Before the man could react, Xu Ke, who had been standing in front of him, leaped up in an instant, excitent and frenzy in his eyes, raising both hands, ready to hamr them down on the man’s head.
The man prepared to counterattack but was caught off guard when Xu Ke’s legs wrapped tightly around his shoulders, clamping his head, Xu Ke’s knuckles rcilessly pounding at his temple. After just two hits, the man’s vision blurred, his steady posture like a mountain faltering. Under Xu Ke’s assault, the man fell quickly.
The man’s tall, strong body crashed down with a loud thud, the sound alone enough to make one feel imnse pain.
Xu Ke straightened, looking down at the man he had knocked unconscious, a faint, scornful smile playing on his lips.
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