Chapter 7426
Doing What Needs to Be Done
The blond-haired man spat, his eyes flashing with malice. He raised his rubber baton and smashed it down on Li Daguo's injured leg. "I'll cripple your other leg today, so you'll learn your lesson!"
The rubber stick fell with a whistling sound, but was firmly grasped in mid-air by a hand with distinct knuckles, remaining motionless.
Xiao Chen had somehow appeared in front of Li Daguo, holding a rubber baton in his palm. He looked up at Huang Mao with a calm gaze, as still as a frozen pool, yet it sent a chill down Huang Mao's spine for no apparent reason.
"Get out of here." His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a bone-chilling pressure that made the blond-haired man gasp for breath.
Before Huang Mao could react, Xiao Chen flicked his wrist slightly, sending out a subtle burst of energy.
Huang Mao felt a sharp pain in his hand, as if he had been clamped by iron clamps. The rubber baton slipped from his hand instantly, and he was pulled backward several steps by the force, almost falling to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.
Xiao Chen casually tossed the twisted and deformed rubber rod on the ground, bent down to help Li Daguo up, and asked in a slightly gentler tone, "Uncle Li, are you alright?"
Li Daguo was helped up, and upon catching a glimpse of the fierce eyes of the group of blond-haired men, his voice trembled with fear as he kept pushing Xiao Chen away.
"Xiao Chen! Don't worry about me, get out of here! These people are ruthless, they're capable of anything! I'm just a street vendor, at most they'll confiscate my goods, don't cause trouble here!"
Xiao Chen remained motionless, simply shielding him behind her, his back as straight as a pine tree, forming a solid barrier.
Huang Mao finally managed to stand up, rubbing his numb wrists. His facial muscles were contorted, and his eyes were full of resentment as he stared at Xiao Chen: "Damn! I was wondering why this cripple got so bold today. Turns out he found a backer!"
He spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground and grinned maliciously: "Good, very good! I was too lenient by only breaking one of his legs last time! Today, neither of you will leave unscathed! Get him!"
As soon as the shouts subsided, several henchmen wielding sticks and chains immediately turned menacing and surrounded him, their footsteps chaotic and filled with a savage and aggressive aura.
Xiao Chen glanced at the group of thugs, showing no interest whatsoever in taking action himself. But in that instant when his gaze turned cold, a figure as swift as a cheetah darted out from the shadows behind the bridge arch, cleanly cutting into the crowd!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several dull thuds, accompanied by short cries of pain, ended almost in the blink of an eye.
Those menacing thugs didn't even touch Xiao Chen's clothes before collapsing to the ground in various contorted positions, their clubs and chains clattering and scattering everywhere. All that remained were their painful groans, unable to get up again.
The one who made the move was Acheng, a warrior from the War God Alliance, who had been secretly following Xiao Chen and waiting for orders.
At this moment, he stood in front of Xiao Chen, his figure tall and straight, his eyes sharp as knives. He swept his gaze over the people groaning on the ground and said in an icy tone, "Open your eyes wider. Some people are not to be trifled with."
Huang Mao stared in horror at his companion who had collapsed to the ground and was groaning in pain. He was both shocked and angry, and instinctively reached into his pocket for his phone... hoping to call for reinforcements to save the day.
Acheng shifted his feet, approaching like a ghost, and easily snatched the phone with a flick of his finger. Before Huang Mao could react, he had already quickly dialed a number and decisively put it on speakerphone.
The phone rang three times before a slightly impatient middle-aged man's voice came from the other end, accompanied by the noise of a meeting in the background: "Who is it? Can't you see I'm in a meeting! Can you take responsibility for making things worse?"
"Wang Maosheng." Acheng's voice was cold and emotionless, like an icicle hitting the ground. "You have eight minutes to get to the entrance of the old street in the East District. Your bunch of fools have messed with the wrong people. If you're even a minute late, your seat in the underworld might be up for grabs."
There was a sudden two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a startled and suspicious shout: "Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that? You're asking for trouble!"
"The Garrison Command, Hancheng," Acheng announced calmly, his tone completely flat.
"Secretary Han... Secretary Han?!" The voice on the phone shattered instantly, filled with disbelief and panic, a mixture of flattery and fear.
"Yes, yes, yes! Secretary Han! I'll be there right away! I'll set off immediately! Please don't be angry, please don't dismiss me, I'll rush over there right now!"
Ah Cheng stopped listening to his rambling and suddenly exerted force with his thumb. With a crisp "crack," the phone was crushed in his palm, its screen shattered and its body deformed. He then casually tossed it at the yellow-haired man's feet, kicking up a few specks of dust.
The color drained from Huang Mao's face instantly, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he could barely stand.
Wang Maosheng!
That was his cousin's superior, a powerful figure in this underworld who had the final say, yet this man was calling him a subordinate.
There's also "Secretary Han of the Garrison Command"... Even if he's ignorant, he knows that's a ruthless character who can reach the highest levels of government and turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist!
His pupils contracted sharply as he caught a glimpse of a hard object protruding from the waistline of Ah Cheng's suit jacket. Its standard shape... it was a sidearm!
A buzzing sound went through his mind, and extreme fear gripped him instantly. He couldn't breathe properly, and a chill crept into his trouser leg.
Acheng, too lazy to look at the ashen-faced, slumped-toe blond-haired man any longer, turned and walked to Xiao Chen's side, nodding slightly:
“Mr. Xiao, they are all low-level local bullies, and they have been brought under control. Someone will clean up the mess afterward, leaving no trace.”
Xiao Chen nodded slightly, his gaze turning to the stunned Li Daguo. His tone instantly softened, losing its sharpness: "Uncle Li, stretch out your leg, let me check the injury."
Li Daguo was completely stunned. His gaze swept over the thug groaning on the ground, the limp blond-haired man, and the imposing Acheng before settling back on Xiao Chen. His mind went blank.
Wasn't the Xiao Chen he knew the same young man who used to run small businesses with him, meticulously calculating profits of just a few dozen yuan? How come in just a few years, even the people from the garrison have become his followers?
Almost unconsciously, he stretched out his injured left leg.
Xiao Chen carefully rolled up his trouser leg, revealing his calf, which was red, swollen, bruised, and even had some broken skin and bleeding. He frowned slightly.
With his fingertips, he quickly pressed and explored several key swollen points and joints, applying precise and steady pressure without any unnecessary movements, clearly demonstrating his expertise in bone-setting massage.
"Uncle Li, just bear with it, it hurts a little, but it'll be over soon," Xiao Chen whispered, his tone reassuring.
"N-nothing...it's nothing." Li Daguo stammered, still reeling from the shock. "Xiao Chen, you...when did you become so skilled?"
"Forgot? I told you before that I had some massage and bone-setting treatments with an old Chinese medicine doctor from my hometown."
Xiao Chen casually mentioned it, but his hands were already gripping several acupoints on Li Daguo's legs. He applied pressure with his fingertips, using a unique internal force to press, knead, pinch, and push, his movements swift and precise, each strike hitting the crux of the problem. (End of Chapter)