Chapter 38

Wang Shujun, after all, was a well-known powerful mage on the server. Yesterday, he was not out of skill but rather a momentary lapse in attention. The brothers from the guild who came to his aid were also devious and skilled. Li Pu's barbarian warrior hadn't even finished cutting down the three Hell Overlords when Wang Shujun excitedly whispered, "Dropped, dropped! Yes, go pick it up quickly!!"

Li Pu glanced over and saw that the red-named mage "Red Name for Ten Thousand Years" was lying on the ground, having dropped a pile of items. Another warrior, "Waves of Thirst and Lust," had also fallen dead on the spot. Only the transvestite priest "Gui Gui ☆ Selling Lottery Tickets" managed to escape the ambush with a random teleportation scroll.

"Red Name for Ten Thousand Years" held the legendary Bone Jade Staff that originally belonged to "Invincible Scholar," which was dropped right there. Unfortunately, Wang Shujun was a bit too far away, and another guild brother picked it up.

"It's fine, he's a brother I've been with since level 10," Wang Shujun muttered to himself, not too worried. He glanced at Li Pu—everyone had heard the sound of keyboards being pounded from behind.

"Damn it! This little bastard dared to pick my Bone Jade?" "What! My Judgment and Titan Ring are gone!" The three young men behind them stood up, furious, and turned toward Wang Shujun. They had seen him enter but hadn't paid much attention, never expecting this high school student to dare drop their gear in front of them.

"Kid, you're asking for it, daring to drop my gear!" One of the long-haired young men pushed his chair and rushed over, reaching out to grab Wang Shujun's hair, intending to pin him down and "drop" him in real life.

Unfortunately, his hand didn't even touch Wang Shujun's head before he started yelling, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

A young man in the air pinched his ring finger and twisted it, seemingly not using much force, but the young man trying to grab the hair was almost in tears.

"It's breaking, my finger is breaking (snap~) — ah!!!" He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The young man released his hand and corrected, "It's already broken."

Even the most engrossed people stopped their games or conversations to watch the conflict. Wang Shujun swallowed hard, unable to speak the prepared lines—fortunately, someone spoke for him.

Li Pu scanned the three and asked innocently, "Why so impulsive? Dropping each other's gear in the game is common, isn't it?"

One of the three, a bald, tattooed man in a tank top, glanced at his injured comrade and spat out the half-smoked Hongtashan cigarette, nodding viciously, "Alright, this high school kid has some guts. I'll show you what it means to drop someone."

The bald, tattooed man turned and walked out of the internet cafe, returning a moment later with a dirty red brick. The three main weapons of Chinese street thugs are red bricks, steel pipes, and machetes. Red bricks, though the least damaging, are the most common and can be used to scare or even hit someone in the face.

"Kid! I'll show you why the flowers are so red!" The bald, tattooed man, clearly the type to hit first, charged at Li Pu and swung the red brick at his head.

"Smack!" The red brick bloomed on his own face. Blood and snot streamed down his flattened nose, his lips moved but no words came out, and he staggered and fell to the ground, dazed.

He didn't realize what happened, but his comrade who hadn't joined in saw it: at the moment the red brick was swung, the young man's hand seemed to flick and catch, redirecting the bald, tattooed man's arm inward, returning the full force of the swing to his own face.

"Damn! Is this a Star Shift or a Flower Transfer?" Everyone in the internet cafe was stunned! The bald, tattooed man was a seasoned fighter, often extorting money in the area, and no one dared to provoke him in the internet cafe. Yet, he was unexpectedly defeated by this unfamiliar young man.

Li Pu's gaze turned to the last young man who hadn't dared to act. This young man was bare-chested, with little muscle, but had a tattoo on his arm.

However, the bald man had a snarling wolf head tattoo, while this young man had a row of crooked Chinese characters in cheap blue ink: "Wen Yating, I love you for ten thousand years..."

Truly pitiful... A lifelong shame that can't be washed away. Stupid to this extent is already unfortunate enough; I don't even want to continue. Li Pu sighed, "With your skills, you probably can't drop me. If you want to continue, call more people."

The tattooed man's lips moved, but he didn't dare to speak tough words. He and the broken-fingered comrade helped the bald, tattooed man out of the internet cafe. The broken-fingered one, however, had the nerve to say, "Kid, you better watch out!"

Watching the three leave, Wang Shujun was excited as if he had taken revenge himself. He rubbed his hands and said to Li Pu, "This time, it's all thanks to you. Uh, are you waiting for them to call more people? That's not good, I know you're strong, but you're alone..."

"Isn't there you too?" Li Pu smiled.

"No, no, no, don't look at me. I'm tall, but I really can't fight," Wang Shujun shook his head like a rattle drum. "Let's just go, the gear is back, and we've already fought. Let's go?"

"I was just joking," Li Pu remained at the computer, controlling the barbarian warrior to cut down waves of demons in Hell. "If we leave now, they'll definitely call a bunch of people to ambush us at school."

"Uh..." Wang Shujun thought it made sense.

"So, since we've started, let's finish it until they're convinced." Li Pu shrugged, but he had a small reason he didn't mention.

He had been practicing in seclusion for years, and the number of fights he had in recent years was even less than when he was in elementary school. His strength had skyrocketed, but his actual combat experience had drastically decreased. This was a good opportunity to practice on these unlucky guys—hopefully, they would bring some tougher people.

Seeing the two high school students still staying, the other customers in the internet cafe were excited. One even offered a cigarette to get closer. However, the internet cafe owner was worried. If the bald, tattooed man's gang really came back for revenge, the damage to the machines would be significant. And since it was an illegal internet cafe, he couldn't call the police.

Li Pu continued to control the barbarian warrior to solo the Hell demons, having already opened the five seals to summon Diablo. Wang Shujun, however, couldn't stay calm, unable to play his beloved game, and kept running to the door to check the situation.

"They're coming, they're coming!" Soon, Wang Shujun reported to Li Pu, "There are about ten people! The one in front is as big as a bear!"

The bald, tattooed man was efficient. In less than ten minutes, he had called a group of brothers from a nearby pool hall for revenge.

The customers in the internet cafe immediately gathered around the still-playing young man—no matter how strong he was, he couldn't fight ten people, right?

But they didn't see a hint of panic on the young man's face. Li Pu stood up calmly and said, a bit disappointed, "Only ten people? That's too few. It seems those three aren't doing well..."

Everyone in the internet cafe was speechless: Young man, are you overacting?

Outside, a group of people was marching toward the internet cafe. The leader, a muscular man with a chest and back over a foot thick and arms as thick as a woman's thighs, flicked the half-smoked cigarette from his fingers and said to the bald, tattooed man, who was holding his nose, "You guys stay back. I want to see if this high school kid who can take on three of you has any real skills. Don't worry, as long as he doesn't run, I'll make sure to break one of his hands and one of his legs, and demand 30,000 yuan for medical expenses. I get 70%, you get 30%..."

Before he finished his big talk, he hadn't even stepped into the internet cafe. He was met by a high school student.

The young man smiled at him, "Came to back me up?"

"Is it you?" The muscular man slightly lowered his head, puzzled by the young man in front of him, who was only a bit over 1.7 meters tall, with short hair, wearing a simple white shirt and jeans, not looking particularly strong.

But regardless of his strength, he decided to give a slap first. The muscular man raised his hand to slap—confident that any high school student would be stunned by one slap.

But just as his elbow moved, the muscular man suddenly flew.

—The young man's five fingers grabbed his left cheek and jaw, twisting and flicking him like a toy doll, instantly disrupting his center of gravity and controlling him, then throwing him hard.

"Thud!" The muscular man knocked down two others, rolling and tumbling, unable to get up for a moment.

That twist and throw had damaged his neck tendons, and he would need a neck brace for a while.

"Damn... Let's all go!" The muscular man cried out on the ground, deeply realizing how tough this high school student was.

Of the remaining nine, three were the original group, and six were friends from a nearby entertainment venue. At the muscular man's shout, four of them rushed to attack the young man.

But how could a mob threaten Li Pu? They were all quickly put on the ground.

The muscular man, the undisputed leader, along with the other four, was easily taken down. The remaining few, who had come with high spirits, now looked at each other, none daring to step forward.

Though the group was large, they were temporary recruits from nearby entertainment venues. If the target was easy, they would all specialize in beating the fallen. But if the target was too tough, the mob turned into spectators, and the spectators turned into bystanders.

"Ten people are too few to deal with me," the young man, now seen as a ghostly figure, seriously advised, "If you want to take revenge, call more people." He then asked Wang Shujun, "What time is it now?"

Wang Shujun fumbled for his phone, "It's almost eight."

Li Pu scanned the mob, shaking his head, "I'll wait for half an hour. Don't disappoint me next time. Try to call more skilled people, got it?"

The young man's strength and presence were overwhelmingly intimidating. Even the bald, tattooed man, who had suffered a great loss, was considering backing down. Only the muscular man, who was still being supported, with a damaged neck, croaked, "Kid, you've got guts! I'll be waiting!"

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Li Pu widened his eyes, looking genuinely worried, "Thirty minutes, as fast as possible! I haven't finished my homework today."

The muscular man, being supported, almost fell again from anger.