Chapter 88

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Including the fatty, several people looked in the direction of the sound.

Luo Tai held a bottle of beer, continuously tapping the bottle mouth against the wall beside him, slowly walking out from the back kitchen.

His steps were extremely slow, his face expressionless, and his eyes unusually sharp. If Wesley from the Assassin's Guild were beside Luo Tai at this moment, he would probably be scared out of his wits. Because this emotionally stable to a terrifying degree Luo Tai was just the prelude to an outburst of anger. Once the deep-seated rage within Luo Tai erupted, it could destroy everything around him.

Sun Fatty was Luo Tai's only lifelong friend. Before he met the old immortal, Sun Fatty was almost the only person in the world Luo Tai could call family. Now, the nose ring had actually slapped Sun Fatty, causing him to bleed from the nose. Luo Tai's anger was almost uncontrollable.

Sun Fatty was the first to react. He knew Luo Tai's temper well. Usually, Luo Tai seemed silent, and everyone around him could casually order him to do anything. But once Luo Tai's stubbornness flared up, he would be like a bull seeing a red cloth. Unless one side fell, Luo Tai would never give up.

"Get in! What are you, a chef, doing out here? Is the kitchen not big enough for you?" Sun Fatty shouted at Luo Tai. Of course, while scolding, Sun Fatty also kept winking and nodding at Luo Tai, meaning: Brother, there are so many of them, we can only admit defeat. You hide inside first, I'll handle it outside.

Sun Fatty's meaning was clear to Luo Tai, but the Luo Tai now was not the Luo Tai Sun Fatty knew. The things Luo Tai had experienced over the past few months had already transformed him into a mature, steady, and confident person.

Coming to Sun Fatty's side, Luo Tai raised the beer bottle to his mouth and took a sip, then asked, "If you each slap yourselves a hundred times, I'll let you leave unharmed. If you insist on dying, I have no choice. I can let you choose your own way to die."

Luo Tai's words left Sun Fatty completely stunned. What was up with this guy today? Did he drink too much?

Before Sun Fatty could smooth things over, the rooster head glared and charged forward, reaching out to grab Luo Tai's collar, cursing and showing no sign of backing down.

Luo Tai took a deep breath, his chest retracting, and the rooster head's hand missed.

Before the rooster head could adjust his body, Luo Tai's free hand lightly extended, seemingly without much force, and gently pushed the rooster head's chest outward. The rooster head was sent flying as if hit by a car, landing hard several meters away, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, his breathing like a winded bellows, his limbs twitching, but unable to get up.

The remaining few wolves were stunned by the dazzling scene that had just unfolded. The rooster head had always been the most resilient among them. How could he be nearly killed by a light push from this chef?

The nose ring was the first to react, pulling out a half-foot-long dagger from his waist, the gleaming blade blinding.

Waving the dagger at Luo Tai, the nose ring sneered, "You actually dared to hit my brother. Looks like I need to let some blood out of you to teach you a lesson."

Seeing the nose ring pull out a dagger, Sun Fatty was instantly alarmed. He grabbed a folding chair and shielded himself, urgently shouting to Luo Tai, "Luo Tai, run and find a chance to call the police. You're not as good at fighting as me, go first!"

After shouting, Sun Fatty rushed in front of Luo Tai, waving the chair to face the nose ring. Suddenly, a powerful force came from behind. Before he could figure out what was happening, his vision blurred, and Luo Tai had already turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed out.

The scene that followed was something Sun Fatty had only seen in movies. Now it was happening right in front of him, making him unsure whether it was real or just a hallucination.

Six punches. After rushing out, Luo Tai only used six punches. No matter how the nose ring and his brothers waved their daggers, Luo Tai simply dodged and closed in, striking their abdomens with a single punch. Without stopping, he turned and charged at the next person. Those who were hit would have their eyes and mouths twisted, their bodies convulsing, then slowly curling into a ball, vomiting until they were pale and the world seemed to turn dark.

Sun Fatty could hardly believe what he was seeing. Was this the Luo Tai who, due to his background, had fought countless times in school but never won? Luo Tai now didn't seem like Luo Tai at all; he was more like Chen Zhen storming the Hongkou Dojo in "Fist of Legend."

If Luo Tai could hear Sun Fatty's thoughts, he would surely pat Sun Fatty on the shoulder and laugh, "Brother, your reasoning skills are too sharp. If Chen Zhen from 'Fist of Legend' were here, he could only do this much."

After taking down all the so-called Big Seven Wolves, Luo Tai picked up a dagger from the ground, squatted down, and approached the nose ring, letting the dagger dance between his fingers like a spirit.

"I'll say it again. If each of you slaps yourselves a hundred times, you can leave. Of course, if you're not satisfied, you can come find me anytime. But next time, I can't guarantee I'll hold back. If I hit too hard, breaking an arm or a leg is quite possible."

The nose ring barely controlled his urge to vomit, enduring the intense pain from his abdomen, and stared at the dagger in Luo Tai's hand as if it were alive, stuttering, "B... Big Brother, we were wrong. If you can be magnanimous and let us off this time, we won't dare to come back, no matter what."

After saying that, the nose ring struggled to reach out and slapped his own face, but his arms, weakened by Luo Tai's earlier attack, could only weakly touch his face.

Luo Tai grunted and stood up. Since these little hooligans had been taught a lesson, he didn't plan to torment them further. This was the real world, not a movie. Randomly killing people was a big deal. If Luo Tai didn't fear attracting police attention and getting into trouble, these few rotten potatoes and stinky eggs would have been killed several times over with just a flick of his fingers.

Not wanting to see the nose ring's ugly display anymore, Luo Tai picked up all the daggers from the ground, held them in both hands, and walked to the petrified Sun Fatty, smiling, "Fatty, why are you looking at me like that? Although I am indeed very handsome, I'm not interested in men."

Hearing Luo Tai's familiar joke, Sun Fatty immediately recovered. No matter why Luo Tai had become so capable, Luo Tai was still his brother, and a powerful brother was a good thing, right?

Laughing heartily, Sun Fatty slammed into Luo Tai, gritting his teeth and asking, "We'll talk about when you learned these skills later. Damn, that guy actually dared to hit me? I'll get him back first!"

Sun Fatty went to the rooster head, who was curled up in the corner, grabbed him by the head, and pulled him up, "You were so arrogant, weren't you? Come on, hit me again, hit me!"

The rooster head's eyes were glazed over, clearly still in shock from Luo Tai's earlier attack. His eyes wandered aimlessly, and he kept pleading, "Big Brother, I was wrong, Big Brother, I was wrong..."

Luo Tai ignored Sun Fatty's attempt to "beautify" the rooster head, put the daggers away in the counter, and pulled a chair to sit down. Looking at the nose ring, who was struggling to get up, he suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, I have a question. Who's your boss? Which gang are you with?"

Luo Tai's casual question almost made the nose ring wet his pants. His body trembled, his originally pale face turned ashen, and he knelt down, crawling on his knees to Luo Tai, banging his head on the floor with a loud thud, repeatedly pleading, "Big Brother, Big Brother, we were wrong, Big Brother, spare us, Big Brother!"