Chapter 13 The Malefic

On his way home, Wang Ke finally understood why every time he went to a stall, the stall owner would look at him as an enemy. He was so famous that every time he asked the price, the owner thought that the things held by him were genuine antiques or magic weapons. Therefore, they were afraid that he would take advantage of them. He laughed and sighed in his heart, "That's the reason why prices are exorbitantly high in their stalls." Forgot it! He thought, "I have acquired so many things here. Since it is good for people to be happy with what they have, why should I be discontent? I have no regrets, even if I leave here now." From yesterday to the present, deducting the fifty thousand yuan given to his parents and the fifty thousand yuan he planned to return to the landlord, he would have two hundred and fifty thousandyuan left in his bank account. Two hundred and fifty thousand yuan! It was enough for the cost of him making a difference in the antiques and magic weapons industry. When Wang Ke returned to the yard door of his rented house, opened it, and stepped into the yard, he saw the middle-aged man, who was beaten up by him yesterday, sitting on the chair in the yard with a spiteful expression. There were four burly men with naked backs and tattoos looking at him coldly. The five people all held machetes and iron bars. They saw him as if seeing a prey, and had already changed their expressions and put on a ferocious face. That yenta, seeming to forget the pain she suffered yesterday, was featured by arrogance and bossiness. However, the door of his room was open. And it was obvious that everything in the room must have been smashed. All of a sudden, someone flashed into the yard. Seeing that, the middle-aged landlord got into great anxiety and shouted at Wang Ke, "Wang, run away quickly! They are out for revenge." That middle-aged man suffering Wang Ke's beating yesterday stood up suddenly with brass-bell-shaped eyes. He raised his machete viciously and snarled at the landlord, "You son of a b*tch! You want to be the hero? Wait for me to kick his ass. Then I'll give you hell." Wang Ke looked cold. He felt warm in his heart when the landlord rushed out and yelled to let him escape. After all, Wang Ke knew what would happen to the landlord for rushing out at this time. If he ran away, those people would take their anger out on the landlord, and he was bound to suffer the bitterness of flesh. Wang Ke touched his nose with a hand, and his eyes were cold. After shutting the gate from the inside, he strode into the yard, looking at that middle-aged man beaten by him yesterday with a sardonic grin. He sneered, "I gave you two a chance to reform yesterday, but you still dare to come here with others. Do you want to take revenge on me?" That middle-aged man had a ferocious look and shouted frightfully, "Yes, I want to have someone take revenge on you. You remain to be that arrogant! Though you are good at fighting, and I cannot defeat you by myself, we now have five people together. Everyone gives you a blow and a kick, and you will be maimed. You'd better come up to me and kowtow to me eighty times. Then, let me beat you up. In this way, I could let this matter go. Otherwise, I'll make you have a broken leg and arm and lie in bed for months." Wang Ke sneered and turned to look at the door of his room. Then, he stormed with a deep voice, "You smashed the things in my room?" The yenta stepped forward and exclaimed assumingly, "My husband and I did. What do you want to do? Among all your stupid things, only that second-hand computer I smashed was worth a little bit of money. Other things are all trash! It's a waste of my strength to smash your things!" A big man with a tiger tattooed on his chest glanced at Wang Ke ferociously and sneered, "Brother, it's a waste of breath to talk to this guy. Let's beat him up and go for a drink!" "Do it." The middle-aged man nodded and shouted. The sharp machetes were slashedfrom the front, and the iron bars with a whistling wind also lashed Wang Ke from the place flush with his waist. Now Wang Ke could only use two of the moves in Dragon's Momentum. "Crash!" A deep voice erupted from Wang Ke's mouth. It seemed to be repressive but also like a burst of sound, shaking in the yard. Suddenly, Wang Ke was encircled by fist shadows in all directions, and the attack routes of those fist shadows were tricky and fierce, which exquisitely avoided the machetes and iron bars hitting him. Wang Ke's feet seemed to root deeply into the ground, and his body was swaying like a willow tree in the wind. The sound of dull fists hitting the flesh echoed in the yard. Bang! Bang! Bang! Two burly men were the closest to Wang Ke, so those fist shadows mainly hit their bodies. The crisp crack of the nose bridge, the rattling of the bones with the fist hitting the cheek, the dull sound of the fist hitting the chest, and the screams of that two burly men, converged into a strange note. Blood spurted wildly from their noses, and a blood mist sprayed out from their mouths. The two burly men flew upside down like kites with broken strings and slammed heavily on the ground six or seven meters away, just like two dead dogs being smashed on the ground, having no movement. "Clang." Wang Ke snatched an iron bar and blocked two machetes targeting him, making a clanking sound. "Spraddle!" With Wang Ke's groan, the second attack brought out an afterimage like a poisonous snake. In almost a second, the two burly men were kicked six or seven meters away with piercing pain. They curled up on the ground like dried shrimps, constantly twitching. Blood spilt from their mouths, and even their lips were covered with blood. It was only two or three seconds from the beginning of the fight to the four burly men being kicked away. That was so fast that all the conscious people left greatly changed their facial expressions. That middle-aged man put on a panic face with incredible light flashing in his eyes. While he was withdrawing, he tried to turn to look at those four men whom he engaged in this matter. "Crack!" Wang Ke whipped using his leg, giving out a crisp sound. For an instant, the middle-aged man's cheek was paralyzed by the whip. His cheekbones broke, and his white front teeth ejected with blood. The middle-aged man was directly beaten to the ground. The fight was over. Wang Ke's eyes remained that cold. He stepped on the middle-aged man's ankle. With great force, his right leg bone was obviously broken by Wang Ke abruptly, giving out a cracking sound. Then, Wang Ke choked that man's neck and lifted him, showing a homicidal intent on his face. He looked at him ruthlessly and sneered, "It's just wishful thinking for you to take revenge on me as each of you is just nothing." That middle-aged man's face turned from green to pale and then became dark purple. When he was pinched by Wang Ke, the burning cheeks and the piercing pain in his ankle were not the points. It was Wang Ke's big hand that gripped his neck like iron tongs and made him feel suffocated, and his brain was fainted due to lack of oxygen. He tried to beg for mercy. However, he could not speak a word as he was gripped by the throat. Wang Ke looked at that middle-aged man's purple face unsympathetically. He did not want to kill anyone, so he knocked that man to the ground again. After that, with an iron face, he strode to those two burly guys curling up like shrimps, lifted them, and quickly broke one of their arms respectively. In a flash, colors drained from their faces because of the piercing pain, and those two people howled mournfully like a pig being killed. Wang Ke also knocked them to the ground, and then he grabbed the two fainted men who had been attacked by his fists and broke one of their arms. Those two people, who had been in a coma, were abruptly awakened by the severe pain. "Do you want to kick my ass and go for a drink? Today I will give you a more refreshing feeling than drinking." Wang Ke said with a cold voice, making the five people convulsing painfully on the ground feel cold from head to foot. The great fear was generated in their hearts. At that time, Wang Ke in their eyes were no longer a thin young man but a killer god in the flesh, a devil. They felt regretful, extremely regretful. They thought that it was a paste that was in their brains. Why should they provoke this malefic? How could he just be a young man knowing a little of Kong Fu? They had five burly men who often fought with others and had plenty of experience. How could he defeat them in such a short time? Three seconds? Five seconds? Five burly men, who claimed to be strong in combat had been beaten to the ground by this malefic? What were his origins? Why did he have such consummate skills? Even if the world Sanda champion fighting with them could not defeat them that quickly, right? Their teeth were chattering because of the coldness, like fighting with each other. Even though the sun was shining right overhead, they could feel a chill in their spines due to the panic from the soul. Wang Ke looked at those five burly men indifferently with a hint of sarcasm appearing at the corner of his mouth. Then he turned to that yenta. That yenta was arrogant and insolent just now, but now she was scared by the scene before her eyes. Her wet crotch made Wang Ke have disgust appearing in his eyes. Wang Ke shouted at that yenta, "Slap your face. Do not stop until I tell you to. Otherwise, you'll be like them." With a shudder of fear, that yenta took two steps backward in horror. She nodded hastilyunder the cold gaze of Wang Ke. Then, she quivered and slapped her face. At this time, there was another person in the yard who was astonished by what happened. That was the middle-aged landlord in complete confusion. He held a shovel that he had grabbed from someplace in his hand, shaking slightly. He was worried about Wang Ke just now, so he grabbed a shovel from the corner, planning to use it to help Wang Ke fight with those five burly men. Though he knew that he was no match for them even if he disregarded his life, he absolutely could not tolerate others beating Wang Ke in front of him. However, after he had grabbed the shovel and turned around, he saw that four burly men lying on the ground, two of whom were in a dead faint, and the other two were convulsing and howling miserably. After he saw this, his brain crashed suddenly. Was he dreaming? Did Wang knock them down by himself? Was he a retired special soldier? Or was he a Kong Fu master learning martial arts since childhood? He alone fought with five men and beat them all, five burly men, to the ground in a few seconds?