Chapter 42 of 100

Chapter 42

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"Good! Good!" Wu Yuanhuo licked his lips with his wet, slippery tongue, his face twisted with a sinister smile. "So it's also related to the Zhang family. Looks like my luck is starting to turn. I can take revenge on two fronts at once. I really want to know what the great Zhang Quan Sheng would feel if he knew his own niece, who he considers less than trash, was being fucked by me."

He shuddered as if having a seizure. "Fuck! Just thinking about it makes me hard."

Xiaer Qin never expected such a reaction. She was about to faint. With no way out, she no longer cared if it would anger the kidnapper. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help! Someone, save me!"

Wu Yuanhuo sneered and pointed to the window. "This place used to be a human trafficking den. The soundproof glass is thick. You can scream until your voice is hoarse, and no one will—"

A loud bang interrupted him. The welded iron door separating the room from the balcony suddenly twisted and dented as if made of paper, flying into the room. One of his subordinates, who happened to be standing next to the door, was hit full force and collapsed on the ground, clearly not breathing.

Almost simultaneously, a figure as swift as a cat chasing a mouse or an eagle catching a bird darted into the room, following the flying iron door. With a quick step, it charged straight at Wu Yuanhuo.

Wu Yuanhuo, who had been rampaging in the Golden Triangle since he was eleven, had killed his first person at twelve, and was now twenty-five with a long list of blood debts, had incredibly rich combat experience and a reaction speed as sharp as a wild beast's.

The moment the iron door was blown away, he reacted like a wild leopard that had been electrocuted, his muscles tensing, and he grabbed his pants, which were already half off, and leaped back a dozen feet. In this movement, his engorged, exposed member swung menacingly. Then he crouched, spread his fingers, and pulled out two Type 54 pistols as if by magic.

His reaction was incredibly swift. He immediately created distance and drew his pistols, not foolishly engaging in hand-to-hand combat—though he trusted his fists, which he believed had reached the peak of Ming Strength, he trusted the large-caliber pistols on his belt even more.

—He still underestimated the speed of the intruder who had kicked the door in.

Faster than Wu Yuanhuo's almost instantaneous actions of alertness, backflip, drawing his guns, and aiming, the intruder followed like a shadow. The moment Wu Yuanhuo landed from his backflip, the distance was closed, and the intruder was within arm's reach.

A single, extremely frustrated thought flashed through Wu Yuanhuo's mind.

—Fuck, why did I rush to take off my pants just now...

Because he had to pull up his pants, which were down to his knees, before he could leap back and draw his pistols, the fourth son of the Wu family was just a bit too slow.

That tiny bit of time was the difference between life and death.

The intruder's hands vibrated like a dragon breaking through the sea, releasing hidden strength to push aside the pistols and charge straight at Wu Yuanhuo's center.

There wasn't even time to pull the triggers. The pistols were knocked far away by the immense force of a slight touch.

—Center charge, instant judgment of life and death!

"Bang!" It was like a heavy cannonball hitting a broken leather. Wu Yuanhuo's broad, thick chest caved in severely, like a bowl made of flesh and blood, and his deformed back slammed heavily into the concrete wall under the explosive external force.

The tyrannical hidden strength that penetrated his body shattered all the organs and bones in his thick chest. His knees buckled, and his hands holding the pistols dropped limply. Blood mixed with internal organ fragments gushed from his mouth and nose.

In his last moments, he barely saw the person who had killed him with lightning speed—a simple young man in a white shirt.

"Fuck..." The physically robust Wu Yuanhuo only managed to mumble one word before his consciousness faded, and he died.

The young man who had killed Wu Yuanhuo with hidden strength was, of course, Li Pu. After his successful move, he didn't pause for a moment. His body collapsed, and he lay on the ground like a gecko.

Using the "All-Seeing Eye" of Hunter Mode, he scanned the space in all directions, leaving no blind spots. Without looking back, he knew that the remaining two kidnappers had reacted very quickly, only 0.5 seconds slower than Wu Yuanhuo, and had drawn their pistols to shoot at him with crisscrossing fire.

The two pistols flashed, and several bullets narrowly missed the young man's suddenly collapsed body by less than a centimeter. Li Pu could feel the invisible shock waves in the air from the high-speed bullets, making his scalp tingle.

The young man, who had dodged the crisscrossing fire by crouching, suddenly reached out with his right hand and grabbed Wu Yuanhuo's ankle, who was in a near-death state.

Then, in a position almost touching the ground, he twisted his waist and hips, and his upper body followed the momentum, spinning. With hidden strength, he threw the nearly eighty-kilogram corpse like a flesh-and-blood cannonball!

One of the remaining kidnappers couldn't dodge in time. The corpse hit him full force, and his strong, six-foot frame was sent flying backward, crashing into the concrete wall with the corpse. Several bones shattered instantly, and his internal organs were in turmoil. He fainted and lost all combat ability.

There was one left, and he was severely shaken by the intruder's ferocity.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!" The last kidnapper, seeing the young man throw the corpse and leap up, screamed and fired his gun wildly.

In a critical moment, he made a serious mistake—failing to try to grab the girl on the bed as a hostage.

With Li Pu's current far superior visual and reflex abilities and extraordinary athletic skills, unless it was crisscrossing fire or an excellent shooter with good predictive skills, the sporadic shots posed little threat to him, especially since the kidnapper had completely lost his cool.

However, it was the first time the young man faced a gun, and he felt a bit nervous. He dodged left and right, narrowly avoiding three bullets.

...Not hard to dodge! The young man's confidence soared when he realized this.

This guy is more slippery than a monkey and a loach; he can't hit me! The panicked and anxious kidnapper also realized this. A flash of inspiration hit him: Damn! I'm a kidnapper; I should use threats! He quickly turned his pistol toward the two girls on the bed.

Unfortunately, his arm only moved slightly, and Li Pu, who had already reacted, moved like a tightly wound spring suddenly released, "whoosh!" covering a distance of over six feet and appearing right in front of the kidnapper.

—This was Li Pu's well-practiced "Body Like a Shrimp Spring"!

The young man reached out, and his fingers, like an iron clamp, firmly grabbed the kidnapper's wrist, twisting with hidden strength. There was a series of crackling sounds, and the kidnapper's wrist bones and tendons shattered like they had been run over by a steamroller. He couldn't hold onto the pistol, which fell to the ground.

Li Pu then threw the kidnapper against the concrete wall with a "bang!" The kidnapper was dazed and lay on the ground, unable to move.

"Phew..." Only then did Li Pu let out a slight breath. The adrenaline rush from the excitement was still affecting him, and the goosebumps on his body slowly faded.

Earlier, outside, he saw Wu Yuanhuo with a typical villain's sinister smile, about to assault Class Leader Qin. In the urgency, Li Pu didn't consider the risk of exposing his identity and abilities. He climbed up to the second floor as nimbly as a monkey and, with all his strength and hidden strength, kicked the metal door open and charged in.

The kidnappers had guns, and more than one. Li Pu had considered this. However, like a fearless calf, Li Pu was always bold and daring. With his rapidly improving strength over the past few years, he wanted to test his skills.

So, while he was naturally nervous, it didn't stop him from moving forward.

Once he decided to act, he held nothing back. He used the "Body Like a Shrimp Spring" to charge forward and used hidden strength to strike, aiming to take out one of them in the first move.

The target was easy to choose—Wu Yuanhuo, who seemed the most formidable and was in a peculiar state with his pants half off.

The facts proved Li Pu's judgment correct. The most skilled and dangerous Wu Yuanhuo didn't even get a chance to fire his gun before being killed by hidden strength. The remaining two kidnappers had average shooting skills and couldn't suppress the young man with the "All-Seeing Eye" activated.

Did I kill him... Li Pu glanced at Wu Yuanhuo, whom he had used as a "projectile" to hit the others. With his optimized muscles and pure hidden strength, he had thrown the corpse with all his might, smashing it into the wall. Even if it was a living person, they would likely be dead.

The young man's emotions were unstable after his first accidental killing. Now that he confirmed safety, his body, which had been under control during the fight, started to tremble slightly.

—There was little guilt or disgust. Instead, it was an indescribable feeling... like the excitement of winning his first fight as a child. No, it was even more intense, more, more, more, more, more, more!

Li Pu clenched his fists, trying to suppress this strange emotion. He turned to the two girls on the bed.

Xiaer Qin's eyes were filled with tears, staring at him in a daze. The other girl, naked and covered in bruises, bound to the bed, had dull, lifeless eyes that gradually focused and regained their light.

"Li... Li Pu? Is it you?"

A weak voice came from beside Li Pu. Xiaer Qin, clutching her skirt, her eyelashes trembling, her eyes shimmering with tears, stared at the young man in front of her in a daze.

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