Chapter 31: Do You Think There Will Be a Next Time?
With a sharp cry from Old Black, his lackeys followed suit, screaming in pain.
Their eyes were seared by lime, a substance that, once mixed with water, generated heat and had a strong corrosive effect. If any of them tried to rub their eyes, they would only worsen their agony, accelerating the damage.
For a moment, the room was filled with wails, as Old Black’s men descended into chaos.
Meanwhile, Chen Xue Wen and his group had long been prepared for this moment.
When Lai Hou had pulled away the tarpaulin, they had already put on sunglasses. While these glasses couldn’t block all the lime, they shielded most of it. Additionally, they had instinctively shut their eyes, preventing the lime from entering.
Not just that, they had taken further precautions.
Chen Xue Wen had provided each of them with two bags of oil. The moment the lime rained down, they immediately poured the oil over their eyes to wash it away.
Thus, within seconds, the four of them regained their vision, allowing them to assess the situation inside the room.
Without hesitation, Chen Xue Wen reached into his pocket, pulled out a knuckle duster, and slipped it onto his hand. Then, he lunged into the fray, launching an assault.
The men Old Black had brought were nothing but street thugs—bullies who relied on numbers to dominate others. They were used to strutting around, flaunting their strength in the streets, but when it came to actual fights, they were inexperienced and untrained, nowhere near the level of the bodyguards that Fifth Master Hou had assigned to Zhou Wan Cheng.
Taking them down was almost too easy.
These thugs, blind and disoriented, lacked any ability to defend themselves. All they could do was flail around, crying for help, unable even to dodge the attacks.
Having studied The Eight Extraordinary Meridians, Chen Xue Wen knew precisely where the human body was most vulnerable.
With each precise strike of his knuckle duster, his targets crumpled instantly, robbed of their ability to fight back.
Lai Hou and Li Tie Zhu joined the battle as well, raining down blows on Old Black’s lackeys.
In no time, more than half of Old Black’s men were sprawled on the ground, defeated.
The few that remained standing, though still unable to see, could sense that something was terribly wrong. Panicked, they fumbled toward the door, attempting to escape.
However, in their rush, they had locked the door themselves.
Now blinded, they had no hope of unlocking it.
Chen Xue Wen dashed forward, striking down the remaining opponents with swift efficiency.
At last, only Old Black was left.
Chen Xue Wen didn’t hesitate—he drove a brutal punch into Old Black’s chest.
With the force of the knuckle duster, the impact was devastating, instantly snapping two of Old Black’s ribs.
With a strangled cry, Old Black collapsed to the floor, completely powerless.
With their enemies incapacitated, Chen Xue Wen finally stopped.
He gestured for Lai Hou to fetch a jug of oil, then proceeded to wash out their opponents’ eyes, allowing them to see again.
As they took in the scene before them, Old Black’s men paled.
Never in their wildest dreams had they imagined that, despite outnumbering their opponents so heavily, they would be so utterly defeated.
Especially Old Black—clutching his chest, he struggled to his feet, his face contorted with fury.
He had always relied on numbers to crush his enemies and had never suffered a loss like this before.
Shaking with rage, he glared at Chen Xue Wen and snarled, “Chen! You bastard, you fight dirty!”
“You set a trap inside the room—you’re nothing but a lowlife!”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Lowlife?”
“You brought over twenty men to attack the four of us. Does that make you noble?”
“I’ll tell you something—this is called strategy.”
“In this world, numbers mean nothing. It’s brains that matter the most!”
Old Black’s face darkened, his teeth grinding together. “Chen, don’t think this is over.”
“I’ll remember this. The next time I come for you, you won’t be so lucky!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled, stepping closer. “Next time?”
“Old Black, do you really think there will be a next time?”
Old Black flinched, then forced a sneer. “You trying to scare me?”
“If you’ve got the guts, kill me right here!”
“If you don’t, once I recover, I’ll make sure you’re dead!”
Chen Xue Wen smiled lightly and patted Old Black on the shoulder. “Now, now, why would I kill you?”
“Killing is illegal.”
Old Black scoffed. “Hah! Just admit you don’t have the balls.”
“If you don’t finish me off today, I swear, when I get the chance, I’ll make you pay!”
Chen Xue Wen shook his head with an amused smirk. “I don’t need to kill you. But I also won’t give you the chance for revenge.”
Before Old Black could react, Chen Xue Wen grabbed his leg and delivered a crushing punch to his knee.
The knuckle duster amplified the blow, shattering Old Black’s kneecap completely.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Old Black’s throat as he collapsed, clutching his ruined knee in agony.
But Chen Xue Wen wasn’t finished.
He raised his fist again and brought it down on Old Black’s other knee.
Targeting the precise joint where the kneecap met the leg bone, he delivered another devastating punch, using his full strength.
With two strikes, both of Old Black’s knees were ruined.
And a man without knees was a man who could no longer walk.
Looking down at Old Black, Chen Xue Wen spoke coldly, “You broke my brother’s arm and leg. Today, I break both your legs. Consider this repayment.”
“Listen closely—if you ever manage to stand up again, I’ll be waiting for your revenge.”
Old Black could no longer speak from the pain. He clutched his legs, wailing like a wounded beast. His underlings, once so full of swagger, were now crouching in silence, too stunned to react.
Chen Xue Wen’s brutality had caught everyone off guard. The gang of street punks, once so eager to throw their weight around, now looked as harmless as kittens. Not a single one dared to speak up for their fallen leader.
Chen Xue Wen had expected this. These guys were nothing more than a band of thugs, strong only when they had the upper hand. The moment things turned south, they scattered like rats. They were nothing like true warriors of the underworld.
His gaze swept over the group before landing on the young punk he had kicked between the legs earlier.
“You wanted me to kneel and talk just now?”
His voice was slow, almost casual.
The punk trembled, his face drained of color. He frantically waved his hands. “N-No! Big Brother, you misunderstood! I… I didn’t mean it! I swear!”
“Oh?” Chen Xue Wen stepped closer, his voice turning cold. “Since you like kneeling so much, how about you kneel and speak now?”
The punk’s face turned crimson with shame. He hesitated, unwilling to kneel.
Chen Xue Wen ran his fingers over his knuckle duster, his tone sharp as a blade. “Kneel, or don’t bother using your legs ever again.”
Then, his voice suddenly boomed. “KNEEL!”
The punk collapsed to his knees with a heavy thud, his whole body trembling. Sweat poured down his face like rain.
Chen Xue Wen spat at him in disgust before turning to scan the room. “A bunch of worthless cowards!”
No one dared to reply. The only emotion in the room was fear.
Beside him, Li Er Yong and Lai Hou were practically shaking with excitement. They had never imagined this outcome. Chen Xue Wen had actually led them to take down Old Black with fewer men and overwhelming force. It felt like a dream.
Chen Xue Wen turned to Li Er Yong. “I broke both his legs. Is that enough? If not, I can help you collect a little more debt.”
Li Er Yong quickly shook his head. “Enough! More than enough.”
His injuries were just fractures that would heal with time, but Old Black? He was crippled for life. He would never stand again.
Taking a deep breath, Li Er Yong asked in a hushed voice, “Wen Zi, what now? Should we, uh… lay low for a while?”
Tonight had been chaotic. Crippling someone was serious business. Chen Xue Wen had made a big move, and it seemed like running was the best option.
But Chen Xue Wen remained unfazed. “Lay low? Why?”
“Your revenge is done. Now call the cops.”
Li Er Yong and Lai Hou both gasped. “WHAT!?”
Even Li Tie Zhu, usually slow to react, looked at Chen Xue Wen in shock. Even he knew that calling the Law Enforcement Team would be like handing himself over on a silver platter.
Chen Xue Wen didn’t even blink. “What are you waiting for? Call them. Let the law handle them.”
Li Er Yong and Lai Hou exchanged looks. Li Er Yong whispered, “Wen Zi, are you insane!?”
“You just crippled Old Black! If the law shows up, they’ll charge you with malicious injury. That’s at least a year or two behind bars!”
Chen Xue Wen smirked. “Relax. I won’t be going to prison.”
“Trust me. I’ve got it all planned out.”
Then, without another word, he pulled out his phone and dialed.
It wasn’t long before the Law Enforcement Team arrived.
The moment Old Black saw them, he howled as if salvation had arrived. “I want to press charges! He attacked me! He crippled me! Everyone here saw it! They’re all witnesses! He should rot in jail!”
The squad captain looked around, his face grim. The brutality of the scene spoke for itself.
“Take them in for medical evaluation!” the captain barked. “Arrest these men!”
Chen Xue Wen and his crew were swiftly taken into custody.
Inside the patrol car, Lai Hou sighed heavily, his face dark with worry. “We’re screwed this time.”
He turned to Li Er Yong with a bitter smile. “Your buddy sure knows how to make a mess.”
But Li Er Yong, despite everything, remained calm. He looked at Chen Xue Wen, who sat with absolute confidence, and muttered, “I trust my brother.”
“If you trust me, then don’t worry,” he added, voice steady. “My brother has a plan.”
Lai Hou glanced at Chen Xue Wen, thoughtful. After a long pause, he muttered under his breath, “If he really gets us out of this… then from now on, I’ll call him Big Brother.”
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