Chapter 99: Street Assassination
“He’s here…”
Two people eating in a wonton shop near the gambling den, one of them suddenly said in a low voice.
The other person immediately looked up, quickly spotting a youth in the crowd who wasn’t very tall but had an extremely broad build, with thick back muscles, as if he was hunching his chest and arching his back even while walking.
This was what those Huayan People called the Turtle Back Crane Form.
And the other’s hands were also longer than a normal person’s.
Clearly their goal.
The man glanced once, then lowered his head and quickly finished the wonton, even drinking half a bowl of the soup.
Then he took out his mobile phone to notify the other two: “Goal appeared.”
These Tuoyue People had waited here for three days and finally saw Brother Jun show up.
Soon, the other two arrived, and three men and one woman, a total of four people, gathered together.
They dispersed on the street, waiting for Brother Jun to come out.
The martial arts practice traces on their bodies weren’t obvious; they often needed to track or sneak into rich people’s homes, and obvious martial arts practice traces on their bodies could easily arouse suspicion.
But all four were masters of the Qi Observation Path, an old technique boxing method developed by absorbing Huayan martial arts, including Tiger, Crane, Tang Lang and other boxing methods, and proficient in dagger, long and short knives, sword, iron ruler, double sickles, staff, saber.
Although the few were all at the Body Tempering level, killing was mostly about having intent against the unprepared.
Even Old Technique Qi Refining level or New Technique Harmony Stage masters would fall into their hands if caught off guard.
……
At this time, in the room behind the gambling den, Brother Jun was giving instructions to several people.
“Curry, Ah Wei, you two enter the market this afternoon, then find a place to hide, and at 11 p.m. block their back door.”
“Ah Fei and Fa Zai, you two come in with me.”
“Remember to all bring your weapons.”
“Brother Jun, do you want us to prepare a weapon for you?”
“Get me two sickles… forget it, it doesn’t matter if there’s a weapon or not, just give me any knife.” Brother Jun had never used a sickle in action, but on second thought, the cut of a sickle was too obvious.
He had suffered a loss on this matter before.
Although Wen Long would definitely suspect him… but his goods appeared on Ji Xiang’s car.
It couldn’t be that he robbed him of 8 million worth of goods just to frame Ji Xiang, right?
Ji Xiang didn’t have that much face.
“Go prepare.” Brother Jun instructed.
After staying in the gambling den for a while, he went out and left.
The four people on Long Jin Street saw him leave the gambling den and immediately surrounded him.
“Hm?” Brother Jun’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
These past few months he had been washing his eyes and doing eye training, now with one glance, not to mention seeing everyone on the street clearly, at least he could see the conditions on the bodies of dozens of people around him clearly.
A woman mixed in the crowd was walking toward him, and her gaze had been fixed on him; this wouldn’t be anything unusual by itself, as Brother Jun’s build was different from ordinary people and he would be stared at wherever he went.
But although the martial arts practice traces on her body weren’t obvious, he could see them at a glance.
Moreover, her hands were behind her back, as if about to pull something out.
This immediately put him on alert.
At the same time, his gaze swept to the side; three meters away from her, there was a man walking this way, also fixing his gaze on him, and after meeting his eyes, he immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere.
‘Something’s wrong!’ Brother Jun immediately sensed something off, casually turned his head for a look, and spotted two more people in the crowd staring at him with hostile gazes.
‘At least four people! Li Dong hired killers to take me out!’ Brother Jun’s mind flashed with understanding in an instant.
His first thought was to immediately turn back to the gambling den; after all, he was someone who did things for the Eldest Son, no need to fight killers head-on.
But in just an instant, he realized this was an opportunity, a chance to clear most of the suspicion on himself.
Moreover, the opponents thought they had the element of surprise, but now he had already spotted them, so now it was him with intent against the unprepared.
Brother Jun made up his mind, pretending not to know as he continued walking forward.
At the same time, he inhaled, circulating his vital energy throughout his body.
His body began to expand bit by bit.
When he was one meter from the woman, she suddenly tripped and stumbled toward Brother Jun, while stabbing a dagger tightly against her body toward Brother Jun’s lower abdomen.
“Seeking death!” Brother Jun suddenly roared violently, turning his foot to squeeze to the woman’s side, while his palm struck horizontally across her head.
The woman was just about to twist and dodge when her head buzzed, her vision went black, and she couldn’t see anything.
She wasn’t dead, but blood was flowing from all five facial orifices.
Brother Jun could shatter a skull with one punch; at this moment, one palm strike to her head nearly exploded it.
Then Brother Jun grabbed the dagger in her hand with one hand and her neck with the other, charging toward another man ahead, flinging the people in between to the roadside, ferocious like a humanoid big truck.
While charging forward holding her like a big truck, he quickly stabbed the dagger into the woman’s body, then smeared a handful of blood.
The killer opposite knew something was wrong, leaped back and knocked over two people, then fiercely stepped on the nearby wall and leaped into the air, his index fingers clawing down like iron hooks—it was the Qi Observation Path’s Tang Lang form.
Wanting to gouge out Brother Jun’s two eyeballs in one strike.
“Roar!” Brother Jun suddenly let out a tiger roar, shaking the opponent’s vital energy.
At the same time, he released the woman, letting her fly into the wall.
His hands crossed upward to grip the opponent’s wrists.
The killer saw his wrists restrained and sank his body down, kicking a foot toward Brother Jun’s chest.
But instantly his expression changed; it didn’t feel like kicking a person’s chest, but like kicking an iron plate.
As soon as Brother Jun grabbed the opponent’s wrists, he gauged the opponent’s strength, letting the kick land on his chest, then twisted the wrists, turning to smash the person into the ground.
Bang!
Half the killer’s body was smashed into the ground, not knowing how many bones broken.
Brother Jun’s movements were like a rabbit bolting and a falcon stooping, following with a kick to his waist, deforming the man’s body.
At this time, Brother Jun covered his chest with one hand and his mouth with the other, spitting out a mouthful of spit, conveniently smearing blood on his mouth.
At first glance, his mouth was full of blood, making it look like he spat it.
The pedestrians on the street saw this scene and screamed, scattering into shops on both sides, while the other two also rushed in front of Brother Jun.
One held two daggers, leaping to chop at Brother Jun’s head.
The other shrank his body, suddenly like a dwarf, also two daggers chopping at Brother Jun’s calves.
Brother Jun’s body leaped back, grabbing a nearby stool and hurling it at the killer above.
The opponent kicked the stool to pieces with one foot, stepped on the shoulder of the person below and leaped again, pouncing toward the top of Brother Jun’s head.
The man below suddenly unfolded his body, stabbing knives toward Brother Jun’s chest and abdomen.
These two killers weren’t too strong, but were extremely skilled at coordination, and holding weapons in hand, Brother Jun could only continue retreating, backing seven or eight steps to beside a fried eggplant stall, suddenly grabbing the oil pot of fried eggplants behind him without looking back and splashing it toward the man pouncing through the air.
The opponent’s face instantly showed terror, hurriedly crossing his arms to shield his face.
But he couldn’t dodge at all; the pot of hot oil splashed solidly on him, and with a miserable howl, the whole person fell to the ground, carrying a fragrance.
However, this slowed Brother Jun’s movements, and the other’s short knife directly stabbed into Brother Jun’s lower abdomen, but as soon as it went in, he felt something wrong.
Only to see Brother Jun’s hands grab the short knife, the tip pressing against his belly but not piercing in at all.
The man tried to draw the knife to cut off Brother Jun’s fingers, but Brother Jun’s fingers were entirely red, hard as refined steel.
“Ah—!” Brother Jun let out a miserable howl, silently kicking a foot into the opponent’s chest.
Bang!
The opponent had an unknown number of ribs broken by this kick.
The two knives also fell into Brother Jun’s hands.
Brother Jun used some force to stab the knife into his own belly… not painful.
Looking down, just two white spots.
He simply gripped the blade with both hands, as if the knife was stuck in his abdomen, advanced a few steps and kicked the killer emitting fragrance all over.
The other one who took Brother Jun’s kick got up wanting to flee, but was chased and swept at the ankle by Brother Jun, sending him flying sideways.
Before he could land, Brother Jun lightning-kicked his spine.
Crack!
The spine bone was kicked broken by Brother Jun, the person flying along the street.
At this moment, Brother Jun’s mind quickly pondered how to act next.
Lie on the ground… he couldn’t lose that face… he cared about face.
Not lying on the ground, how to show he was seriously injured.
The entire fight took less than a minute, their movements faster than in a movie, all four killers beaten to death by him, and the gambling den hadn’t received the news yet.
Luckily, it was close to the casino; Ah Fei and Fa Zai received the news and rushed over with over a dozen henchmen.
Seeing Brother Jun’s face and belly full of blood, with a knife handle sticking out of his belly, they were immediately shocked.
“Brother Jun, how are you?”
“Fuck, by the time you arrive, I’ve been hacked to death!” Brother Jun’s face was fierce and furious, glancing at Ah Fei—this was his top henchman, not strong but thorough in handling things, couldn’t kick him.
Then glanced at Fa Zai, this one could be kicked.
While covering his belly, he vigorously kicked Fa Zai over three meters, directly slamming him into the wall.
Then “ouch”: “Still not sending me to the hospital!”
Fa Zai was kicked in the belly by Brother Jun; even as Initial Construction Stage martial artist, his lungs felt crushed, unable to breathe.
“Quick, to the hospital!” Ah Fei hurriedly took people to send Brother Jun out of the Walled City, got in the car to the hospital.
Just as they got in the car, Brother Jun pulled out the knife.
“Brother Jun, you can’t pull the knife…” Ah Fei hurriedly said.
“You think I’m dying?” Brother Jun said irritably.
Ah Fei looked closely; there was no wound on Brother Jun’s belly, his face full of shock.
“Find me a reliable doctor; I have a broken chest bone, took two knives to the belly… if the doctor has opinions, let him have a broken chest bone and two knives to the belly!” Brother Jun said through gritted teeth.
“Got it?”
“Got it!” Ah Fei immediately said.
“Also investigate clearly whose people those killers are!”
“I’m going to skin them!”
“Right, when speaking to outsiders, make sure to say clearly that those killers were all Old Technique masters, each stronger than Yu Wei. Not just any random cats and dogs could sneak attack and seriously injure me…”
“Make sure you remember that!”
This has real weight!
