Chapter 5: The Vajra's Wrath, Only Killing, No Saving?

What happened that made Zhao Chuxi completely lose control?

After finishing their meal, the group of migrant workers, still feeling bored despite smoking, chatting, and joking around, decided to bully Er Pang to pass the time. People at the bottom of society have plenty of time on their hands; they have long been abandoned by life, becoming mediocre, and at this moment, they wouldn't understand the sorrow of "if you don't work hard when young, you'll only regret it when old." For them, life is just about passing the days.

Isn't there a saying, "Why should the little people make life hard for each other?"

Today, Er Pang finally managed to eat ten steamed buns, and he was happily sitting on the ground, eating with great enjoyment, oblivious to the world around him. He always entertained himself. A few local young migrant workers, who often caused trouble on the construction site, approached Er Pang with wicked smiles and mocked him, "Idiot, who let you eat ten white buns today? Did you steal them from someone else?"

Er Pang slightly raised his head, smiling brightly, and continued to stuff the white buns into his mouth. He was indeed very hungry and had no time to pay attention to these meaningless people.

The leader of the group was Han Sanqiang, a typical thug type who was lazy and ate well on the construction site. He often bullied the migrant workers from other places, relying on his local status. The foreman, wary of his thug background, turned a blind eye and didn't dare to kick him out. As long as nothing major happened, he pretended not to see. These were the people who often bullied Er Pang, always finding amusement in him. The other workers had long gotten used to it, feeling sympathy but not daring to stand up, as they were all law-abiding migrant workers who didn't want to cause trouble.

"Idiot, all you know is to smile. Come, let me tell you, there's a kind of white bun that's even better. Do you want to try it?" Han Sanqiang, with a shaved head and dressed sloppily, said with a lecherous look.

Er Pang, hearing about more white buns, nodded happily, as if nothing else in the world could attract him.

Han Sanqiang, seeing Er Pang drooling, pointed to Su Xiluo, who was checking the construction site from a distance, and then gestured to his chest, saying, "The white buns on a woman's chest are the best in the world."

Er Pang glanced at Su Xiluo, who was wearing a fringed dress and sunglasses, and then looked at the white buns in his hand. It was unclear if he understood Han Sanqiang's words, but he smiled again.

"Idiot, you don't understand, do you? Just eat your buns." Han Sanqiang slapped Er Pang's hand, causing all the buns to roll onto the ground, covered in dirt.

Er Pang, with a sad face, cried out, "Buns, buns, buns."

He managed to pick up one bun, treating it like a treasure, and quickly put it in his chest. The crowd around him burst into laughter, and Han Sanqiang, feeling more emboldened, kicked another bun far away. The cook, who had come out to fetch water, shook her head helplessly.

At this moment, Zhao Chuxi finally walked up to Han Sanqiang with a dark expression, which was somewhat terrifying. The surrounding workers sensed the strange atmosphere and no longer dared to laugh.

In the distance, Su Xiluo, a strong woman who had just finished inspecting the construction site and was about to leave, stopped and watched with interest.

"What's wrong, Ms. Su?" her secretary, Qin Yan, asked curiously.

Su Xiluo shook her head seriously, "Nothing, I'll rest for a moment."

Zhao Chuxi stood fearlessly in front of Han Sanqiang and his group, and said firmly, "Pick them up and apologize."

"What did you say?" Han Sanqiang asked, somewhat surprised. Zhao Chuxi had been on the construction site for some time, and everyone thought he was a good person, always helping the Sichuan workers and the cook, and finishing others' work at night. Only honest and hardworking people would do such things; no one else would.

Zhao Chuxi narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I said, pick them up and apologize."

Zhao Chuxi often hung out with Er Pang, and Han Sanqiang and his group had also bullied Zhao Chuxi before, but only verbally. They never took him seriously, never expecting him to stand up for the idiot today. Han Sanqiang, intrigued, shook his head and laughed, "Zhao Chuxi, did I hear you right? You want me to pick up the buns for the idiot and apologize? You really have some nerve."

Zhao Chuxi ignored the others' warnings and said again, "This is my last warning. Pick them up and apologize."

Han Sanqiang was also provoked and pushed Zhao Chuxi, saying, "Zhao Chuxi, what a ridiculous name. I don't know who gave it to you, but I'm telling you, I won't pick them up. Show me what you've got."

Li Qingyi had advised Zhao Chuxi that when out in the world, as long as it doesn't harm his dignity, he should endure and avoid trouble. He was alone in the big city and didn't need to create unnecessary problems for himself. However, if someone pushed him too far, he should show them that once bitten, twice shy. Endurance doesn't mean weakness.

Zhao Chuxi always thought that Li Qingyi's words about endurance not being weakness were golden advice. Endurance is a way of life, but if taken too far, it could lead to weakness and missed opportunities.

Zhao Chuxi, who had learned some martial arts from an old monk, might be at a disadvantage against a real martial artist, but against a thug like Han Sanqiang, he had the upper hand. When Han Sanqiang pushed him, he thought Zhao Chuxi was a pushover. But Zhao Chuxi, with a cold snort, stepped forward and delivered a powerful hook to Han Sanqiang's face, causing him to stagger. In a fight, momentum and the first move are crucial. Once you gain the upper hand, you must press the advantage until your opponent is no longer a threat. Zhao Chuxi knew this well.

"Damn it," Zhao Chuxi followed up with a kick to Han Sanqiang's abdomen, shocking everyone. No one expected the usually mild-mannered Zhao Chuxi to turn so fierce. Han Sanqiang's loyal followers were momentarily stunned. Zhao Chuxi then grabbed Han Sanqiang by the collar, lifted him up, and delivered a knee to his stomach, knocking him to the ground. Han Sanqiang was in agony.

"Er Pang, if anyone bullies you again, show them who's the boss, just like I did," Zhao Chuxi shouted without turning back.

At this moment, Han Sanqiang's loyal followers finally reacted and rushed at Zhao Chuxi, four or five of them attacking him with punches and kicks. Zhao Chuxi ignored them and focused on beating Han Sanqiang, his attacks fierce but not lethal. If he wanted to, he could have used the 65-type knife he had used before to stab someone. He just wanted Han Sanqiang to remember this day.

What about the instigator, Er Pang?

Er Pang had been there the whole time, eating his buns and watching the fight like it was a show, smiling innocently. But who noticed the fleeting glint of bloodlust in his eyes?

At first, Zhao Chuxi could hold his own against the punches and kicks, but eventually, he was overwhelmed. The local workers who were close to Han Sanqiang joined in, turning a one-on-one fight into a group attack. Zhao Chuxi had to protect his head and endure the beating.

A group of Sichuan workers, who had just finished their meal, also rushed over. Zhang Dashan, who was close to Zhao Chuxi, wanted to help, but his wife, Wang Juhua, held him back, saying, "If you offend Han Sanqiang, we won't be able to stay in Xi'an."

Zhang Dashan was frustrated but had no choice. The locals were many, and they were few. If they joined in, they would all be injured. A minor injury was one thing, but if someone died, it would be a big problem. He ultimately backed down. So, they watched as Zhao Chuxi was beaten, a cold joke indeed.

The once tough Zhao Chuxi was now curled up on the ground, looking pathetic. He never regretted standing up for Er Pang; it was his principle. Once you lose your principles, you might give up everything.

Su Xiluo, watching the absurd scene from a distance, felt a pang of sympathy. Her secretary, Qin Yan, asked softly, "Should we call the police?"

Su Xiluo didn't speak, her brows furrowed. She was thinking, "What kind of man is this?"

The situation seemed to be heading towards a predictable end: Zhao Chuxi being taken to the hospital. But if that were to happen, it would be too tragic.

At this moment, the fat man who had been eating buns and watching the fight stopped laughing, threw away his beloved buns, and with a serious expression and a fierce aura, bent his knees and charged into the crowd like a heavy tank.

Grandma said that the men of the Lin family were always towering heroes.

The scene became dramatic again as the local workers, who were beating Zhao Chuxi, were caught off guard and scattered. Everyone was stunned. The usually innocent-looking idiot went berserk, grabbing a worker and punching him away, and then lifting another and kneeing him to the ground. His attacks were even more vicious than Zhao Chuxi's. Was this really an idiot?

The most frustrated was Zhao Chuxi, who thought he would be beaten to a pulp. But suddenly, the rain of punches and kicks stopped. He cautiously peeked out from under his hands and saw the idiot fighting fiercely, taking on ten people and clearly having the upper hand. Zhao Chuxi couldn't help but think of a phrase to describe the current Er Pang: Lin Sanwu.

The Vajra's Wrath, Only Killing, No Saving?

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