Chapter 10

Huh!

A fierce whistling sound echoed through the air.

Wang Chun was fully focused on guarding against the five people at the door, never expecting that there would be someone lurking around the corner of the corridor. Caught off guard, he was hit on the leg by a baseball bat.

Peng!

A dull thud sounded as Wang Chun fell heavily to the ground, the stone in his hand rolling away and disappearing.

"Want to run? Not so easy!"

The bald middle-aged man sneered and rushed to Wang Chun, kicking him fiercely.

At the same time, the people around him charged over, their punches and kicks raining down on Wang Chun like a storm. Initially, Wang Chun tried to find an opportunity to escape, but in the narrow corridor, he had no chance. Moreover, the other side had the advantage of numbers and had taken the initiative, leaving Wang Chun at a disadvantage.

In less than two minutes, Wang Chun was beaten to a pulp, barely conscious, and dragged into room 3288 by a group of thugs.

The floor of the room was littered with beer bottles, and on the coffee table, there were some white powders and drug paraphernalia.

In the room, a group of burly men with their upper bodies exposed sat, each with dragons and phoenixes tattooed on their skin, wearing thick gold necklaces, their eyes filled with a fierce and violent aura.

Manager Chen was also among them.

Peng!

The bald man kicked Wang Chun in the back, causing him to fall to the ground, his face covered in blood.

"Brother Chun, you're here?" Manager Chen looked down at Wang Chun on the ground with a mocking expression.

"I was wrong..." Wang Chun, his face covered in blood, looked at Manager Chen with a pleading expression.

"Heh heh, where did you go wrong?" Manager Chen's face showed a look of satisfaction. He knew Wang Chun very well; as long as he gave him a taste of his power, all problems would be solved.

"I shouldn't have downloaded the surveillance footage." Wang Chun, like a pile of mud, struggled to kneel in front of Manager Chen, weak and powerless.

"Is that all?" Manager Chen sneered.

"I shouldn't have spread rumors that you cheated me out of my money."

"Is that all?"

"No... no more..."

"Really no more?"

Manager Chen's face showed a hint of cruelty. He picked up an empty beer bottle from the coffee table and smashed it on Wang Chun's head. Immediately, Wang Chun's head was split open, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Is that really all?"

Manager Chen's sinister face was like that of a devil from hell. The dozen or so burly men in the room occasionally threw beer bottles at Wang Chun, the floor covered in glass shards. Everyone watched as Wang Chun rolled on the glass, screaming in agony, and they all laughed maniacally.

"Ah... there... there... I shouldn't have told Uncle Liu, I shouldn't have told him about the different ink colors in the ledger..." Wang Chun, seeing Manager Chen pick up another beer bottle, was terrified. He clutched his head, his buttocks moving on the ground, the glass shards piercing through his pants and skin, the blood mixing with the beer, emitting a pungent smell.

"Wang Chun, I can't do business around here anymore. You need to give me an explanation for this." Manager Chen said with a sinister smile.

"Brother Chen, whatever you say, as long as I can do it, I'll do it, even if it means working like a slave." Wang Chun, desperate to get out of the situation, immediately swore an oath. Unfortunately, his headache had also flared up, the intense pain making him wish for death.

"Alright, don't say I didn't give you a way out. Write a ten-thousand-yuan IOU." Manager Chen said with a reluctant expression.

"I'll write it, I'll write it."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Chun quickly wrote a ten-thousand-yuan IOU and signed his name.

"Get out!" Manager Chen shouted, his face filled with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Brother Chen, thank you, Brother Chen..."

Wang Chun, his head split open and bleeding, got up from the ground and stumbled out, falling at least five times in the corridor.

The beating from the group of thugs had already left Wang Chun battered and bruised, and the beer bottles from Manager Chen had further split his head open. At this point, Wang Chun was on his last legs.

...

Peng!

Wang Chun was kicked out the back door by the bald middle-aged man, the door slamming shut behind him.

Wang Chun got up from the ground, took a few unsteady steps, and fell again.

"I can't... I can't..."

Wang Chun struggled to stand up, swaying, the blood from his head not stopping, and his headache making him want to bang his head against the wall.

Wang Chun fumbled for his iPhone, the screen already cracked, but it still worked.

"Xiaobao, Xiaobao..." Wang Chun dialed Shi Xiaobao's number.

"Brother Chun... it's late... Brother Chun, what happened?" Shi Xiaobao, hearing Wang Chun's groans, suddenly became alert.

"My head was split open, and it's bleeding. Come quickly, I don't have the strength to go to the hospital..." Wang Chun, his buttocks against the wall, was barely conscious.

"I'm coming, I'm coming right away!" Shi Xiaobao said urgently.

"At the back door of Greek Mythology, hurry, I can't hold on much longer..."

Wang Chun wiped his forehead, and his hand immediately came away covered in blood.

"Am I going to die?"

Wang Chun, leaning against the wall, looked up at the sky, a bitter smile on his lips. He never imagined that a joke would send him back 60 days, changing some things that had already happened and causing some things that hadn't happened to occur.

In a daze, the delirious Wang Chun seemed to see a tall, muscular man commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield, his long sword cutting through everything, the earth covered in smoke and fire, with broken chariots and piles of bodies everywhere.

The scenes of slaughter played out in front of Wang Chun like a movie, changing rapidly.

Suddenly, the tall man's gaze fell on Wang Chun.

"Worthless!" A clear voice echoed in Wang Chun's mind.

"Who?" Wang Chun was startled, his body, which had been leaning against the wall, suddenly sitting up.

"Kill them all!" The tall man's eyes were filled with a murderous intent, piercing through layers of obstacles.

"Who are you?" Wang Chun was terrified, certain that the voice was real, not an illusion.

"Wang Chun, is that you?"

In the darkness, Shi Xiaobao's voice rang out, and the image in Wang Chun's mind and the voice suddenly disappeared, as if they had never been there.

In the distance, a shadow approached cautiously, carrying a cloth bag.

"Here." Wang Chun, leaning against the wall, struggled to stand up.

"My God, you're so badly hurt?" Shi Xiaobao, using the dim light from a distant street lamp, was shocked to see Wang Chun's pitiful state.

"I can't move, take me to the hospital." Wang Chun's legs were shaking, and the blood from his head was still flowing.

"Don't worry, I'm here, no need to go to the hospital." Shi Xiaobao unscrewed the cap of a small aluminum bottle and poured the medicinal wine into Wang Chun's mouth. "Drink this first, I'll treat your wounds, and in five minutes, you'll be as good as new..."

"Ah... gurgle... gurgle... why is this wine so awful..." Wang Chun felt like vomiting.

"Brother Chun, do you know how much the wine you just drank is worth?" Shi Xiaobao took out a packet of gray powder from his pocket and sprinkled it on Wang Chun's head.

"How much?"

"At least two thousand yuan!"

"So expensive? I don't have the money to pay you back now, don't try to extort me." Wang Chun was shocked; even top-grade Maotai wouldn't cost two thousand yuan for a few sips.

"You'll see." Shi Xiaobao was very meticulous, carefully applying the gray powder to every place where the skin was broken and bleeding.

"Feels hot..."

Suddenly, Wang Chun felt as if his internal organs were on fire, a warm current surging through his body, like a tide flowing through his meridians, enveloping his entire body.

"Hehe, the medicine is starting to work." Shi Xiaobao said with a satisfied smile.

"Ah... it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Wang Chun realized that the pain in his body had completely disappeared, and most surprisingly, he felt a surge of energy within him.

"This is an ancient recipe that has been passed down for thousands of years. Thieves these days don't know about it anymore." Shi Xiaobao sighed, clapping his hands to remove the gray powder.

"Does this powder have any special effects?" Wang Chun was delighted.

"The powder itself isn't very effective, similar to Yunnan Baiyao, it stops bleeding, promotes healing, and can also relieve pain... Brother Chun, what were you thinking? You almost got yourself killed after we just parted."

"Ah, don't mention it. On my way home, I called Manager Chen, and now I'm in this state..."

"Brother Chun, you're really stupid! Wenjing already told you that the ninety thousand yuan was unattainable. Didn't you know you were walking into a trap?"

"Ninety thousand yuan..." Wang Chun, a typical case of forgetting pain once the wound heals, was already thinking about the large sum of money again, despite being beaten to a pulp just moments ago.

"Forget about the ninety thousand yuan. Go home and rest, and get your injuries treated. The medicinal wine is just a temporary fix; you still need time to recover. Once you're better, we can slowly deal with Manager Chen..."

"Okay, okay, I'll rest. I'll rest until September, and then I can travel through time... Xiaobao, do you have any weapons?"

"What for?" Seeing the fierce look on Wang Chun's swollen face, Shi Xiaobao took a step back.

"No need to wait and deal with them slowly. Today is the best day!"

Wang Chun's courage grew, his eyes bloodshot, filled with a murderous intent.

At this moment, Wang Chun suddenly realized that from now until he traveled through time and returned to his normal life, it was only a little over a month. Since he had already decided to travel through time, he had nothing to lose, even if it meant committing murder or arson. If he waited until he recovered to deal with Manager Chen, it would be difficult to find the thugs again.

"No... I'm just a small-time thief, I don't carry weapons..." Seeing Wang Chun's swollen face, Shi Xiaobao felt an inexplicable fear and took another step back.

"Give me one!" Wang Chun glared at Shi Xiaobao.

"Brother Chun..."

"Give me one if you're my brother!" Wang Chun pressed forward.

"Alright... if I die, I die..." Shi Xiaobao pulled out two sharp kitchen knives from the cloth bag.

"Don't worry, they ambushed us at first, but now we'll ambush them. They're all high on drugs, their minds clouded. If we suddenly attack, we'll catch them off guard." Wang Chun sneered.

"But... Brother Chen isn't a small-time thug like Yan Gun..." Shi Xiaobao was worried; he still needed to survive in City C, and if he offended the wrong people, he wouldn't be able to continue his life as a petty thief.

"Don't worry, I'm going to travel through time anyway. They don't know you, so you can cover your face."

Wang Chun tore Shi Xiaobao's cloth bag to make a mask and used the extra strips of cloth to secure the knives to his hands, to prevent them from slipping during the fight.

PS: A brother donated ten thousand纵横coins, so this is an extra chapter.

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