Chapter 33: Since You Want It, Drag Him Out!
Just now, if Chen Wujun wanted to leave, he could have gotten away.
Moreover, under the siege of twelve people, he took out nine of them. Once word spreads, his name will become renowned.
But Chen Wujun had no intention of leaving at all. He was now killing with bloodshot eyes.
After pushing over a wooden box to block one person, he stomped his foot and pounced toward another.
The opponent retreated one step. The club in his hand did not smash down. He had seen clearly just now that Chen Wujun used a wooden plank as a shield and would deflect the force to the side. Smashing down wouldn’t hurt him at all.
He used the club in his hand like a knife, thrusting directly toward Chen Wujun’s chest, his eyes tightly fixed on the knife in Chen Wujun’s right hand.
A New Technique Martial Artist’s physical quality was a cut above that of an ordinary person. Although what he held was a club, one thrust could still break a person’s sternum.
Meanwhile, the other person swung his fist backhand onto the wooden box, sending shattered wood fragments flying toward Chen Wujun.
When the two saw Chen Wujun’s foot “slip,” they dodged the straight-thrusting club. The dagger in his hand slashed toward the man’s throat.
The man saw a flash of cold light before his eyes and jerked his upper body back sharply, trying to dodge the knife.
However, the other person showed horror in his eyes: “Watch out…”
At the same time, he smashed a club toward Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun’s knife had only extended halfway when he pulled it back. At the same time, he advanced a step with his foot. The wooden plank in his left hand flicked upward, its sharp wooden corner silently smashing toward the man’s chin.
The opponent could dodge this knife, but he couldn’t dodge this shield strike.
Bang!
The man’s chin was struck squarely. His mouth was full of blood, and as his chin throbbed in severe pain, stars burst before his eyes.
A club smashed onto the wooden plank in Chen Wujun’s hand. Without deflecting the force, the plank shattered directly. Chen Wujun’s wrist throbbed in agony, and he instantly let go, abandoning the shield. His feet advanced continuously, directly crashing into the man’s arms, pushing him forward.
The folding knife in his hand stabbed once after another into his lower abdomen, stomach, and waist. A subsequent slash cut open his belly. His feet shifted into a triangle step as he circled to the man’s side.
A wooden stick smashed directly from the position behind where he had just been.
With Chen Wujun’s position change, the opponent smashed directly onto the man’s shoulder.
Chen Wujun stomped his foot and suddenly darted forward two or three meters before turning back to gasp for air.
After a night of continuous fighting, each time with all-out bursts, he felt like his lungs were about to explode, and his heart was pounding extremely fast.
His left hand could hardly exert any force now.
Although the plank had blocked most of the impact that time, his wrist above it had still been smashed hard, suffering a serious injury.
“Now, it’s just you left!” Chen Wujun bared his teeth, his eyes locked tightly on the opponent.
Covered in blood from head to toe, he looked like a malevolent ghost, chilling to the heart.
But the opponent had no time for anything else. He swung the club and smashed toward Chen Wujun.
The club swung extremely fast, giving Chen Wujun no chance to close in.
Chen Wujun’s feet kept changing positions, his body swaying left and right while retreating. In the dark alley, he was like a venomous snake searching for an opportunity.
Just as the opponent swung the club down again, Chen Wujun suddenly kicked off with his foot. His body switched from retreat to attack. His left arm quickly clamped toward the club, while the knife in his right hand turned into a streak of cold light thrusting toward the opponent’s chest.
The opponent saw that glint of cold light and felt a chill in his heart, knowing things were bad. He hurriedly retreated.
But Chen Wujun darted to his side in two moves. The knife in his hand stabbed toward his waist.
The opponent was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He slapped away Chen Wujun’s wrist with one hand, released the club with the other, and punched toward Chen Wujun’s face.
Chen Wujun just sidestepped to block his arm, while his right hand continued silently thrusting toward his waist.
The opponent shuddered violently, nearly scared out of his wits. His left hand grabbed the knife fiercely, heedless even if his five fingers were ruined.
Chen Wujun pulled the knife back. His knee rose sharply and slammed heavily into the opponent’s solar plexus.
Bang!
The opponent was directly knocked against the wall.
Chen Wujun trained knees every day. This knee hit harder than a sledgehammer, instantly depriving the opponent of fighting ability. He opened his mouth wide trying to breathe, but like a fish out of water, he couldn’t draw in a single breath.
This was the normal human reaction after a heavy blow to the chest and abdomen vitals. It would take at least ten seconds to recover.
But he didn’t have those ten seconds right now.
Chen Wujun drew the knife and sliced open most of the hand gripping it, then stabbed into his lower abdomen one knife after another.
Seeing blood constantly surging from the man’s mouth, Chen Wujun stabbed another knife into his neck.
The man collapsed limply. Only then did Chen Wujun retreat two steps, leaning against the wall to breathe heavily.
In the dim little alley where only faint light leaked from distant windows, the only sound was Chen Wujun’s bellows-like heavy breathing.
After resting for nearly a minute, Chen Wujun pushed off with his back. His body swaying somewhat, he walked back along the original path.
He hadn’t noticed during the fight, but now that it was over, he felt his legs weak beneath him, nearly exhausted.
His palm and knife handle were covered in sweat and blood. Luckily, it was a curved ox-horn knife handle, or it would have slipped from his grasp long ago.
Chen Wujun clamped the knife under his left arm, took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket, flipped it open, and called Sha Jiu.
After three rings, Sha Jiu picked up.
“Jun Zai, something happened?”
“I was ambushed by 12 people sent by Li Dong!” Chen Wujun said while gasping heavily.
“You can still make a phone call, so the situation doesn’t seem bad. Where are you?” Sha Jiu said.
“One went back to get reinforcements. The others are all taken care of. Location is in the alley 120-plus meters east of the dance hall.”
“I’m coming right away.”
Chen Wujun stuffed the phone into his pocket, grabbed the knife, and walked step by step back to the starting spot. He saw a few people still alive, leaning against the wall and moaning. One had his face nearly caved in from Chen Wujun’s elbow strike.
Hearing footsteps, they all looked up, eyes filled with hatred: “Catch that kid…”
The words cut off abruptly.
What emerged from the corner was a youth in a shirt, face covered in blood, holding a large folding knife.
“You…”
Chen Wujun wasted no words with them and stabbed with the knife.
In no time, he stabbed several to death, including the New Technique Martial Artist whose belly he had previously slashed open.
When it came to the last one, the opponent kept retreating: “Don’t kill me. Boss sent us to catch you. Don’t kill me…”
Chen Wujun raised the knife in his hand and then lowered it. He kicked him in the face, then turned and slashed two knives above his Achilles tendon.
He had suddenly remembered something.
If he didn’t leave a living mouth, who would spread his name?
Leaving a living mouth would make it more convincing, and his reputation would spread farther.
He had fought this bloody battle precisely to make a name for himself and rise up.
Chen Wujun’s legs were weak as he walked step by step toward the alley entrance.
A late-night returnee had just entered the alley when he saw Chen Wujun covered in blood, carrying a knife and walking out. Scared, he turned and ran.
Chen Wujun waited at the alley entrance for two minutes. Five henchmen from the dance hall came running fast with sticks, eyes scanning both sides.
Seeing Chen Wujun leaning at the alley entrance, covered in blood, they were all startled.
“Brother Jun?”
If not for Chen Wujun’s shirt being barely recognizable, they almost couldn’t identify him.
“How’s the situation? Where are they?”
“Go in and drag them all out.” Chen Wujun bared his mouth, revealing white teeth and a sinister killing intent.
“Don’t worry, just one is still alive.”
He pointed at one of the henchmen.
“You go get two bottles of water and a towel.”
The other henchmen mustered their courage and went in. After walking dozens of meters, they saw bodies lying everywhere and smelled the pungent stench of blood.
They exchanged glances, each seeing the horror in the others’ eyes.
They checked: none were breathing.
Some had their necks stabbed, others had taken five or six knives to the body.
Eight corpses in total.
Thinking of the blood all over Chen Wujun, they all felt chills down their backs, the hairs on their napes standing on end.
Hearing movement ahead, they cautiously walked over and saw one more person moaning on the ground, his face a mess of blood and flesh.
Nine people, eight corpses.
……
“Brother Jun, water!” That henchman came over holding two bottles of water and a towel.
Chen Wujun gulped down half a bottle, poured the rest half on his face, then tore off his shirt to wipe his face roughly. He took the other bottle and poured it on his face and body, then used the towel to wipe his face clean.
Less than five minutes later, Long Jin Street was in chaos as Sha Jiu arrived with sixty or seventy people.
Chen Wujun saw that behind Sha Jiu were Ji Xiang, A Hao, and a short-haired sturdy man he had met once before—Cun Bao.
From the other direction, Wen Long also arrived with over a hundred people.
The two sides met directly on Long Jin Street.
“Sha Jiu!” Wen Long stared darkly at Sha Jiu.
Sha Jiu didn’t even look at him but turned to Chen Wujun at the alley entrance.
“Still standing, not bad!”
“Sha Jiu, release my people!” Wen Long’s face grew colder, cursing inwardly.
Twelve people to catch one, and they still failed.
Now the people were all in Sha Jiu’s hands. He needed to get them back first, then settle the rest.
“People?” Sha Jiu sneered, turned her head to ask Chen Wujun: “Jun Zai, where are their people?”
“You want them? Since he wants them… drag the guy out.” Chen Wujun tossed his shirt aside, bared his upper body revealing lines of muscle, eyes full of ferocity and killing intent as he walked to Sha Jiu’s side.
