Chapter 39

In the internet cafe, a bunch of customers were all Chinese compatriots, naturally possessing the excellent quality of Chinese people—loving to spectate. As Li Pu came out, those curious onlookers naturally followed to see the commotion. Who would have thought that the teenager, who was supposed to be beaten up like a dog, would casually beat the other party into a dog—this contrast was too beautiful, and everyone loved it even more.

However, among the onlookers was a young man who had just thrown a cigarette. He probably had some grudge against the bald guy. Seeing a high school student unexpectedly take care of the other party, he was naturally very happy. But seeing the burly man also fall to Li Pu, he was greatly impressed and advised Li Pu, "Little brother, you're tough. But you should leave quickly. Don't wait."

He kindly explained, "The big guy who was talking just now is the younger brother of Nan Batian, Ouyang Nan. He's usually very aggressive on this street. After such a big loss, he will definitely go to his brother for help to save face. His brother has over a hundred henchmen. One word from him, and a truckload of people with steel pipes will come. No matter how good you are at fighting, you can't win against them."

"Ouyang Nan?" Li Pu recalled, remembering that he had also provoked someone from 'Dong Batian' before. Why do these guys have nicknames that sound like the villains in revolutionary model plays—too down-to-earth.

Wang Shujun, who was still excited, immediately became timid, "Li Pu... I think we should leave? I'll treat you to some late-night snacks?"

Li Pu smiled ambiguously at the two, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave? I haven't had enough fun yet. The internet time hasn't run out, right? I'll go read some manga."

Li Pu sat back in front of the computer screen and happily went to the 51FE forum to read manga. However, Wang Shujun was extremely anxious. He picked up his backpack several times, wanting to slip away alone, but felt it was too unbrotherly. He kept standing up and sitting down, and finally complained to Li Pu, "You still have the heart to read manga... Wow! It's even a harem romance manga like 'Strawberry 100%'? Is this the right atmosphere to read it?!"

"It's pretty good, I like Nishino Tsukasa," Li Pu commented, "The main character is just a bit weak."

"You're too calm, aren't you? A small conflict in the game is about to turn into a gang fight," Wang Shujun had no interest in discussing manga.

"If you're scared, you can leave first," Li Pu said considerately, "Remember to recharge your meal card tomorrow!"

Wang Shujun was speechless.

At this moment, almost all the other customers in the internet cafe had no interest in playing games or chatting. Some had logged out, and a few started contacting friends in the city on QQ, saying that a bloody event was about to happen, and those who wanted to spectate should hurry over.

About twenty-nine minutes later, a young man with a spiky hairstyle and an open-chested suit walked into the internet cafe with a stern face and coldly said, "Which bastard said he was waiting for us here?"

Everyone looked at the young man reading manga.

"Tsk, you're right on time. I was just at the exciting part. If I had known, I would have said an hour," the young man turned around and negotiated, "How about waiting five more minutes?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" The spiky-haired youth's facial muscles twitched, and he spat out six words through his teeth.

"Alright..." Li Pu closed the webpage and followed the spiky-haired youth out of the internet cafe. Looking around, the alley was filled with people, most of whom were holding steel pipes.

The spiky-haired youth smiled insincerely at Li Pu, "Our boss is at the end of the alley. You have two choices: one, crawl over on your knees. Two, be beaten up and dragged over."

Seeing this situation, Wang Shujun, who was still in the internet cafe, felt his scalp tingle and regretted not escaping earlier. The young man who had thrown the cigarette and advised Li Pu to leave quickly sighed and shook his head slightly: "This ignorant student, can he fight? Even if he can, what's the use! One phone call can summon over a hundred henchmen! They'll bury you alive. I hope this young man is smart enough; life is long, and it's better to admit defeat in public than to end up crippled."

But Li Pu laughed. Then he said a line that sounded like something from a Stephen Chow movie.

"Beat me up—If you can, please do it."

Under the dim moonlight and streetlights, the young man surrounded in the dark alley, his eyes glowed with a dangerous light like a wild beast.

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At the end of the alley, about fifty meters away, was a middle-aged man with a large pompadour, a thick gold chain around his neck, leaning against a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He was the notorious gang leader, Ouyang Nan, nicknamed "Nan Batian." Seeing Li Pu come out, he made a "tsk" sound, with a face that said, "Are you kidding me!?" He asked the burly man beside him, who was leaning his head, "No way? You were trampled by such an underdeveloped kid?"

"Brother Nan, don't be careless. This little bastard is quite skilled," the burly man felt embarrassed and emphasized, "He must have trained."

"Trained? You've trained too, haven't you? You push weights and punch bags in the gym every day. You brag about how good you are at fighting, but you're useless. You've made me lose face!"

Ouyang Nan flicked the ash off his cigarette and decided, "Wait for that kid to crawl over from the other end of the alley. You can beat him up however you want, but don't kill him. It would be a bit troublesome if you really did... Ah?!!!!"

The last sound of the gang leader suddenly rose eight octaves, like a goose whose neck was stepped on. His heavily bagged eyes widened, and his face looked as if he had seen a monster.

At the other end of the alley, the eighty or so henchmen he had arranged were suddenly either rolling on the ground or flying through the air.

Under the dim streetlights, a figure walked steadily forward. In front of, behind, and around him, it was as if there was an absolute domain. Anyone who approached was either bounced away or thrown out.

Those henchmen, who were usually tough and worked as bouncers, were now easily knocked down. Steel pipes clattered to the ground.

The defeat was like a landslide. In just a few seconds, seeing the unstoppable teenager step into the alley, the brothers outside, who hadn't even had a chance to act, lost their morale. Many even started to run away.

Ouyang Nan's heart turned cold. This scene felt familiar. It was like the martial arts movie "Fong Sai Yuk II: Invincible" he had watched a few days ago, where Fong Sai Yuk single-handedly took on over a hundred Red Flower Society villains in an alley. The situation was quite similar.

But that was a kung fu movie! This was a bloody reality: one person fighting seventy or eighty people, most of whom were armed with steel pipes! This wasn't a fight at all! He was just a bouncer, a pimp, and a loan shark, making a living in the underworld. He could bully ordinary people, but facing a one-against-a-hundred monster—this wasn't his specialty!

"Damn you... Are you provoking Fong Sai Yuk or Wong Fei-hung?" Ouyang Nan swallowed and said dryly.

The burly man beside him had a face that was neither crying nor laughing, "You saw it, it's not that I'm incompetent..."

"Shut up! Get in the car, let's go!" Ouyang Nan made a quick decision. Fortunately, he was on a Harley Davidson, and he sped away.

Li Pu walked to the end of the alley and watched the gang leader speed away. He didn't chase after him.

Although he didn't expect much, he was still a bit disappointed.

—Too weak. Even surrounded by seventy or eighty people, he felt no pressure at all.

Ordinary human bodies were as fragile as loose dough in front of him, crumbling at the slightest touch.

The "form, qi, spirit, and intent" of martial arts. The "intent" part either comes from exceptional talent or is honed through countless sparring and real combat. Li Pu's talent aside, he had been lacking in "sparring" and "real combat" for the past three years.

Among the people he knew, none were his match. He had tried going to some martial arts schools, taekwondo dojos, and kendo dojos in the city, but they were all just show. Not to mention hidden strength, even those with visible strength were few.

These tough guys, who usually bullied ordinary people, were actually quite weak. Among the eighty or so who didn't run away, only the spiky-haired youth in the suit who had called him out had a bit of visible strength. This seemingly overwhelming battle didn't add much real combat experience.

Li Pu raised his head and looked at the bright moon hanging in the dim sky, suddenly took a deep breath, and let out a loud roar.

"Uaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh