Qing Chen A

Chapter 8 Bewitching Mist

"Beat him to death!"

As soon as the bald man, "Master Long," finished speaking, the more than twenty men in black holding extendable batons roared and charged towards Lin Hao, Wang Da Cong, and Xiao Hei.

Wang Da Cong had never witnessed such a scene before and instantly turned deathly pale with fright.

He shouted, about to tell Lin Hao and Xiao Hei to "run," but Xiao Hei took a step forward and slowly walked towards the charging crowd.

As he walked, Xiao Hei twisted his neck.

Then, in the next second, Xiao Hei's body moved like a bulldozer, crashing directly into the crowd.

Following that, Xiao Hei was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, one punch, one kick.

"Bang bang bang!"

In less than half a minute, all twenty-odd men in black holding extendable batons were lying on the ground.

Silence!

A deathly silence!

Everyone except Lin Hao stared with eyes wide open, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Wang Sheng shouted, breaking the silence first.

The bald man, "Master Long," also looked extremely displeased.

He had been in the underworld for so many years and had never encountered anyone who could fight like this.

This person was even more formidable than the Double Flower Red Stick of the Qing Hong Gang back in the day.

He furrowed his brow, then looked at Xiao Hei and said seriously, "Brother, what circle are you from?"

"This circle," Xiao Hei said, pointing to the road beneath his feet, with a grin.

The bald man's expression faltered, then, suppressing his anger, he looked at Xiao Hei and said, "Since it's inconvenient for you to say more, then we won't disturb you any further. Let's go."

As he spoke, the bald man tapped his cane, preparing to leave.

He had survived in the underworld for so many years by relying on his judgment.

Since the Xiao Hei in front of him was a tough nut to crack, he saw no need to push his luck further.

Therefore, it was best to leave as soon as possible.

However, even as he thought this, the moment he moved his feet, Xiao Hei immediately spoke, "You've wasted so much of our time, and you think you can just turn around and leave? That won't do, will it?"

The bald man's expression froze, then he looked at Xiao Hei and said, "Brother, if you have any demands, just say them. If I can fulfill them, I, Master Long, will not hesitate."

As soon as the bald man said this, Wang Sheng's expression changed drastically.

He knew that since Master Long had said this, it meant he was looking to save himself.

But his revenge was not yet avenged...

"I have no demands. It's just a rule of mine: anyone who disrespects my senior brother must have a leg broken."

Xiao Hei looked at the bald man and said with a smile, "You don't look very old. Since you like using a cane so much, it might as well be put to good use, right?"

"Brother, be merciful, and you'll have friends in need later. Are you sure you want to break my leg?" the bald man said, his face grim.

However, his words might have worked on others, but they had no effect on Xiao Hei.

"Stop the nonsense. Break it yourself, or shall I help you?"

"Never mind, I think I'll help you."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Hei raised his foot and stomped on the bald man's knee.

"Crack!"

The bald man immediately knelt on the ground, his face turning deathly pale. He was in so much pain that he seemed to have lost all sensation.

Only after a few seconds did he let out a scream.

"You! I'll remember you!"

"Well done!"

The bald man knelt on the ground, looking up at Xiao Hei, gritting his teeth.

His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to devour Xiao Hei alive.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Hei couldn't help but chuckle, then said, "You must remember me. Don't forget."

After speaking, Xiao Hei ignored the bald man, who was sweating profusely from the pain, and turned to Wang Sheng, saying, "You really are healed and have forgotten your pain."

"Do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

"Never mind, I think I'll help you."

Wang Sheng's face changed drastically. He instinctively retreated in terror, but the moment he took a step back, Xiao Hei suddenly grabbed his arm and twisted it a full three hundred and sixty degrees.

The moment his arm broke, Wang Sheng didn't feel pain; it was as if his brain nerves had snapped.

Then, a few seconds later, a pain that sent him to a place of no return, a place of no escape, surged into his mind.

Then, he let out the most heart-wrenching scream of his life.

At the same time, Tang Xiaoli, who had been watching all of this, had already turned deathly pale with fright.

She looked at Xiao Hei as if he were a demon and retreated in utter terror.

But in the next second, Xiao Hei grabbed her arm.

Then, just like Wang Sheng, Xiao Hei gave Tang Xiaoli a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree massage treatment.

Tang Xiaoli went mad, shouting and screaming, rolling on the ground clutching her arm.

And where she rolled, water stains were everywhere.

"Aren't you going to get out of here?"

Xiao Hei coldly ordered Wang Sheng, Tang Xiaoli, and the bald man, Master Long.

Hearing Xiao Hei's command, Wang Sheng, Tang Xiaoli, and Master Long all scurried away like mice, clutching their arms.

After dealing with Wang Sheng and the others, Xiao Hei clapped his hands and then looked at Lin Hao, saying, "Senior Brother, it's done."

Lin Hao looked at Xiao Hei, wanting to tell him not to be so heavy-handed next time.

But the words caught in his throat, and he swallowed them back.

He understood Xiao Hei's intentions; he knew Xiao Hei was taking revenge for him.

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Hao said, "Let's go. Back to sleep."

"Wait."

Wang Da Cong looked at Lin Hao and Xiao Hei, then said with lingering fear, "Brother Lin, Brother Shan, why don't we go take a bath and get a massage to relax?"

"I... I really can't take it anymore."

"I've never seen a scene like this in my entire life."

"Really."

"I was scared to death just now."

Lin Hao looked at Wang Da Cong's earnest expression and couldn't help but shake his head with amusement, then said, "If you want to go, you go with him. I don't have the time."

"Brother Lin, it's no good if just the two of us go."

"Alright, if you want to go, go. Don't drag me along."

With that, Lin Hao walked towards home.

Xiao Hei was also about to follow Lin Hao home, but Wang Da Cong dragged him along, and in the end, Xiao Hei had to accompany Wang Da Cong to a bathhouse called "Romantic Red."

After Xiao Hei and Wang Da Cong left, Lin Hao returned home alone.

Originally, Lin Hao planned to wash up and go to sleep after returning home.

But as soon as he entered the door, Lin Hao smelled a strange fragrance.

Upon smelling the fragrance, Lin Hao frowned, and his expression immediately changed.

"Sleeping gas!?"

Sensing it was sleeping gas, Lin Hao immediately used his breath-holding technique and walked towards his bedroom.

At the same time, Lin Hao was already preparing to take action.

But to his surprise, the moment he opened the door, he saw Tang Ziyuan in the room.

Lin Hao's heart stirred, and he almost instantly pretended to be knocked out by the sleeping gas, falling directly at the bedroom door.