Chapter 6743
Bamboo skewers can also cause unbearable pain
Blood gushed out instantly from the puncture wound, like a flood bursting its banks, dripping down the bamboo chopsticks onto the greasy table. Under the dim light, it reflected a glaring red, a red that seemed to be a flame from hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Leopard's hand was pinned to the greasy wooden table by bamboo chopsticks. Fresh blood dripped continuously from the chopsticks into the cracks of the floor tiles, mixing with the oil stains left by the kebabs, and gradually congealing into a dark red scab, emitting a nauseating bloody and greasy smell.
The veins on his neck bulged from the pain, like several frantically writhing earthworms jumping wildly under his skin, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down, as if he wanted to shout out all the pain.
Finally, he let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah—!"
The sound was sharp and shrill, so loud that the light bulbs on the ceiling shook violently, as if they might fall at any moment.
The scream startled the meat skewers on the grill, causing them to fall into the charcoal fire, sizzling and burning, filling the air and adding to the eerie atmosphere.
"Fuck you!"
Leopard's eyes were bloodshot from the pain, like a mad bull that had been completely enraged.
With his other hand, he suddenly swung his fist and smashed it hard towards Xiao Chen's face with an overwhelming force.
The force of the punch carried a nauseating stench of sweat and the sour smell of cheap liquor, like a foul-smelling poisonous fog rushing straight at Xiao Chen's face.
Xiao Chen snorted coldly, his snort filled with disdain and contempt, as if Leopard Brother's attack was nothing more than the struggle of an ant in his eyes.
He neither dodged nor evaded with his left fist, but steadily met Leopard Brother's fist head-on, his posture like a towering mountain, unmoved by the howling wind.
A muffled "crack" sounded particularly jarring in the quiet alley, sharper than the sound of footsteps breaking ice on a winter night, like the death knell tolling.
Leopard's forearm suddenly twisted at a bizarre angle, looking like a broken, withered branch.
The broken ulna protruded sharply through the skin, the stark white bone fragments sending chills down one's spine.
Blood dripped down the cuff of his sleeve, forming a small puddle on the ground that shimmered eerily in the dim light.
"Oh!"
Xiao Chen reacted extremely quickly. He gripped Leopard Brother's neck like an iron clamp and slammed him onto the table.
Leopard Brother's cheek slammed hard onto the oil-splattered table, the greasy surface making him feel as if his face was covered in a sticky substance.
His teeth ached from being knocked out, and blood mixed with saliva flowed uncontrollably onto the skewers, turning the originally golden cumin powder into a dark red, the color of which resembled a clump of filthy blood.
"I don't like loud noises."
Xiao Chen's voice came from behind him, a voice as cold as an ice pick, piercing straight into his ear canal, making him shiver involuntarily.
"Hurry up and help! Cripple this little beast!"
Leopard roared at the thugs next to him, his voice distorted by pain.
Spit sprayed onto Xiao Chen's shoes, carrying a nauseating smell.
Upon hearing this, seven or eight thugs wearing black vests immediately became eager to act, grabbing beer bottles that gleamed coldly in their hands, like sharp blades.
But just then, they heard Xiao Chen speak calmly: "Anyone who dares to take a step forward will die."
His tone was as calm as if he were commenting on the weather, but the chill in his voice sent thugs plummeting into an ice cave, as if they were in a frozen wasteland. The blond-haired guy at the front turned pale with fright, and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces, shards of glass flying everywhere.
He saw the chopsticks that Xiao Chen had nailed to the table suddenly tremble, and the blood droplets splattered on the wall were also quivering.
This kid just broke Brother Leopard's arm with one punch. Now he might actually be able to kill someone. Thinking this, his legs started to tremble uncontrollably, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"brother,"
Leopard was in so much pain that his face was contorted, and he looked like a vicious dog that had had its teeth pulled.
Sweat dripped from his forehead like beads from a broken string, falling incessantly onto the table and spreading into a small oil stain that gleamed eerily under the dim light.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the proprietress and her son huddled behind the grill. The proprietress was tightly hugging her son, her body trembling. Her apron was wrinkled from being pulled by her fingers, as if endless fear was hidden in those wrinkles.
Suddenly, Leopard grinned, a smile full of treachery and cunning. His gold teeth gleamed under the light, like a malignant tumor.
"I understand. You want to protect this mother and child? Fine, let me go today, and we'll call it even... Otherwise, I'll make sure they can't open for business tomorrow!"
His voice carried a threat, as if he had countless ways to make the proprietress and her son suffer a fate worse than death if Xiao Chen didn't agree.
"never mind?"
Xiao Chen slowly pulled a cigarette case out of his pocket, his movements unhurried, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The moment the lighter clicked and lit it, the orange-red light illuminated half of his face. His eyes were as cold as bottomless well water in the twelfth lunar month, exuding a chilling aura.
He bent down and gently pressed the burning cigarette butt onto the back of Leopard's hand, making a soft "sizzle" sound, like the whisper of a demon.
The smell of burning blood mixed with the smell of blood quickly filled the air; the smell was pungent and disgusting, making people grimace.
Xiao Chen gently ground the cigarette butt between his fingertips, and sparks flew onto Leopard Brother's hand, burning several blisters. Leopard Brother's hand instantly became red and swollen.
Leopard was trembling all over from the pain, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, and his body shook like a sieve.
But he stubbornly persisted, cursing under his breath, "Damn it! Go ahead and kill me if you dare! As long as I, Lin Bao, have a breath left, I'll make those two old bastards suffer a terrible death!"
His voice was hoarse from the pain, but his arrogance remained undiminished.
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Chen's wrist suddenly jerked, the movement so fast that no one could react in time.
The plastic bucket filled with bamboo skewers next to it overturned with a "crash," and the five thin bamboo skewers seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand, flying into the air.
They spun in mid-air, their tips reflecting the streetlights and gleaming with a cold light, like five miniature daggers, ready to stab the enemy at any moment.
"Doesn't this bamboo skewer look like an acupuncture needle?"
Xiao Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather.
But his fingers moved with lightning speed. Before anyone could even see what he was doing, he had already firmly grasped the bamboo skewer and accurately inserted it into Brother Leopard's acupoints, such as Jianjing, Qihai, and Quchi.
The moment the first bamboo skewer pierced the Jianjing acupoint, Brother Leopard felt a strange power spreading along the acupoint. (End of Chapter)