After a sigh, Wen Wen walked out of the alley.
As he was about to drive home, the sight before him made him dizzy, almost losing control.
Already enraged by the high imitation incident, he now felt like killing someone.
The car parked in front of a barbershop had been defaced with all sorts of obscene graffiti.
The drawings included profanities, excrement, and male and female organs, rendering the old but clean black sedan unsalvageable.
Several rowdy men sat by the car. Upon seeing Wen Wen, they whistled at him.
Wen Wen's eyes narrowed into slits, the corners of his mouth curling into a semicircular arc, as if smiling, yet somewhat terrifying.
But the men didn't notice Wen Wen's expression. It wasn't dawn yet, and they thought Wen Wen was smiling sheepishly at them.
"You were quite domineering just now. My sisters wanted to have some fun with you, and you just pushed them down? Pushed them and ran. What kind of guy are you?"
A man with an exaggerated pompadour and a twisted little braid at the back of his head pointed a baseball bat at Wen Wen and said.
Two heavily made-up women beside him, munching on sunflower seeds, eagerly awaited Wen Wen's humiliation.
Wen Wen's eyelids lifted slightly, and his body pressed down at the waist.
"It was my fault just now. I apologize to you ladies. I was in a bad mood earlier, so consider this car a peace offering. I wanted to change it anyway."
Then Wen Wen turned to leave. With the black briefcase, he no longer kept important items in his car.
Wen Wen could understand why people were looking for trouble. If the girls they sent out to solicit were bullied and no one stood up for them, it would affect their future business.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Wen Wen would have taught these people a lesson. Even when he was still an ordinary person, he wouldn't have been afraid of such a situation, let alone now.
But now Wen Wen knew his condition wasn't good. If he acted, it wouldn't just be a lesson.
If he couldn't control himself, he might even rip off a person's head and shove it up their backside…
"I am a harmonious super-powered individual. I cannot stoop to the level of these street punks. I'll give them a chance. Everyone needs opportunities in life…"
"Did I say you could leave?"
The man grabbed Wen Wen's shoulder, holding him back.
He dared to mess with Wen Wen's car before because it wasn't worth much.
Moreover, Wen Wen had parked there all night without calling any girls, making him seem non-threatening.
Finally, Wen Wen's extremely timid reaction upon seeing his car further emboldened him.
It would be an insult to his hairstyle not to extort something from such a person.
"Alas… I'm really trying to restrain myself, truly…"
Wen Wen sighed, his body still, his head turned, looking coldly at the pompadour man. The movement was something no ordinary human could achieve.
"Please let go of your hand."
The pompadour man was stunned. It was dark and they were far away before, so he hadn't seen clearly. Now, up close, he suddenly felt Wen Wen looked somewhat creepy.
Except for his small eyes, his features were normal. But combined together, along with his slightly manic gaze, there was an indescribable evil aura, and dark blue veins seemed to be surfacing around his eyes, becoming more and more prominent!
The pompadour man was uneducated and struggled to describe the feeling, but just a glance made him terrified!
He quickly retracted his hand, but halfway through, Wen Wen's left hand seized it, exerting an immovable force, as if being gripped by iron pliers.
"I said, let go of your hand," Wen Wen said slowly, turning around, his voice sinister. A few of his teeth seemed to have become sharper.
"...I, I'm letting go." The pompadour man stammered, his legs trembling, wishing he could cry.
The others didn't know what had happened. They only saw their boss walk over and then start trembling uncontrollably.
Was this trembling a new way to show off?
Wen Wen's right hand gripped his shoulder, and with a forceful pull from his left hand, the pompadour man's arm was twisted like a pretzel, all his bones shattered.
"You let go too late."
As the pompadour man was about to wail, Wen Wen shoved him away. All his teeth were knocked out, leaving him unable to cry out.
"Everyone is sleeping now. Don't be too noisy."
The others were terrified by the sudden turn of events and their legs went weak. They wanted to scream, but Wen Wen's subsequent actions made them cover their own mouths, daring not to make a sound.
This man, who was like a bullied lamb moments ago, had transformed into a terrifying monster?
Wen Wen released the pompadour man, allowing him to collapse on the ground, clutching his head. Then, with a kick to his neck, he promptly knocked him unconscious.
After failing to knock out Jiang Wenhu last time, Wen Wen had secretly studied how to render someone unconscious by striking their neck.
He picked up the baseball bat from the ground, swung it a few times casually, then gripped both ends of the bat and applied a little force, instantly turning it into splinters.
It was worth noting that before Tao Qingqing's evolution, Wen Wen could tear through metal wires with his bare hands, and now his strength was even greater.
"Threatening someone with this kind of thing… what's the use…"
Then he took out a handgun with white background and blue wolf patterns, pointing it at the others, his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitching.
"This is what's useful!"
The others didn't lack the desire to flee, but the situation escalated too quickly, leaving them no opportunity.
Now that Wen Wen was pointing a gun at them, they didn't dare to make any moves.
With their leader unconscious, the backbone of the group became a red-haired man. He took two trembling steps forward and said with a quivering voice,
"Brother, no, Sir! We'll give you whatever you want. You're still young, you must not go down the path of crime."
In the red-haired man's blurry vision, Wen Wen was already standing before him. He grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and said word by word, "Whatever you want? Then I want to see you dance!"
Wen Wen's voice had changed, sounding as if he had a lisp, but his tone instilled even greater fear in the red-haired man and the others.
Being lifted by his hair, the red-haired man lost control of his lower body, his pants becoming wet. He was so scared he peed himself.
No one would consciously control their bladder when being lifted like this.
Wen Wen had intended to throw the red-haired man into the air to admire his dance moves, but he suddenly stopped.
He stared at the red-haired man's expression for a moment, then looked at the expressions of the others.
Fear…
There was nothing else but fear.
The madness in Wen Wen's eyes subsided, replaced by a sense of melancholy.
This was the very scene he least wanted to witness.
If his mind were rational, he wouldn't feel anything wrong even if he cut people up and fed them to pigs, but he didn't want to act against ordinary people when he was irrational.
"So boring…"
Wen Wen dropped the red-haired man to the ground, tucked the gun back into his waistband, and left the red-light district without looking back.