Chapter 16: Unbearable

  Yan Qingcheng was busy making lunch, and Cong Ye hastily finished eating, then said:

  "Sister-in-law, today's work is piecework, I'll go and do some more."

  "Go ahead, take care of yourself, don't overwork."

  "Don't worry, sister-in-law."

  Congye hurried back to the dock when the goods had just been loaded and unloaded less than half, waiting for Congye to walk over and prepare to join in again, the employer suddenly came over.

  "Are you Cong Ye?"

  "It's me."

  "This is your wages for this morning, some people we can't afford to offend, so it's better if you go find work elsewhere."

  While speaking, he handed forty yuan to Cong Ye and glanced at a corner of the dock with his eyes. Cong Ye subconsciously looked in that direction and found it was the white sedan that had been following him for several days. A surge of anger suddenly rose from the bottom of Cong Ye's heart. He took the forty yuan he deserved, put it in his pocket, and walked towards the sedan.

  Congye walked straight over, the sedan didn't drive away, still parked there. When Congye arrived at the car side, he stretched out his hand and pulled open the driver's door, the young man sitting in the driver's seat looked up at Congye, just about to speak, Congye grabbed his arm, exerted a bit of force, and pulled him out. Without saying another word, he pressed him against the car body and gave him a flurry of punches and kicks.

  The other two saw this and hastily got out of the car, wanting to surround Cong Ye. Cong Ye was furious and shouted:

  "Too much deception!"

  Before the two men approached, Cong Ye released the person he had been holding earlier and suddenly rushed towards one of them. He lifted his foot and aimed at the man's abdomen, kicking him fiercely. The opponent was also skilled in martial arts and saw Cong Ye's kick coming. Instead of dodging, he stretched out his hand to grab Cong Ye's ankle. However, Cong Ye had already mastered how to mobilize the hot flow in his meridians, concentrating all his strength into the foot that kicked. Although the opponent grabbed Cong Ye's ankle, he was still kicked five or six meters away and fell to the ground with a thud. Cong Ye didn't bother to look at the person he had kicked and turned around to punch the third man who had approached him from behind. The opponent raised his arm to block, but Cong Ye's fist was too powerful, not only failing to block the punch but also being blown away by it. Cong Ye walked over and kicked the man twice in the back, seeing that two of the three men were already lying on the ground unable to move. He returned to the car, grabbed the first person he had hit, lifted his knee, and pressed down on him, making him bend at the waist and unable to straighten up again.

  "Go back and tell Yu Xiaopeng not to take things too far."

  Congye clapped his hands and turned to leave the dock, but instead of hurrying back to Rizhao Lane, he returned to the street and stood with those looking for temporary work. He thought it was still early and hoped to find another job. However, until the sun set in the west, Congye had not found a suitable temporary job and could only return to Rizhao Lane.

  Just turning the corner, I saw many people standing in front of the Quan Cheng Medical Hall. Roughly estimating, there were at least nine. Cong Ye was worried that Yan Qingcheng would be harmed and rushed over quickly, seeing Yan Qingcheng sitting inside the clinic, anxiously looking outside.

  "Run, Forrest, run!"

  Yan Qingcheng saw Cong Ye and shouted loudly.

  Seeing that his sister-in-law was unharmed, but only restricted by the people in front of her, Cong Ye finally put his mind at ease. At this time, Cong Ye discovered that there were a total of eleven people, and two more inside the clinic, standing in front of Yan Qingcheng, obviously blocking the exit and not allowing Yan Qingcheng to come out. From the attire on these people's bodies, as well as the tattoos on their arms and necks, it could be seen that these people should be the usual thugs hanging around on the streets.

  Cong Ye, despite having beaten up the three people who had been following him at the dock, didn't feel good in his heart. Moreover, he hadn't found any work to do for the whole afternoon, which made him even more resentful towards Yu Xiao Peng and his men. Cong Ye stood at the entrance, glaring furiously at the nine people in front of him. One of them, a middle-aged man in his thirties or nearly forty, looked at Cong Ye and didn't even bother to say anything, simply waving his hand at the eight people in front of him. Instantly, the eight men stepped forward together, surrounding Cong Ye, not saying a word, and started punching and kicking him.

  Congye alone, nothing can stop the punches coming from all sides, trying to protect his vital parts, Congye crouches and enters the midst of the eight people, facing the person in front of him with almost one punch and one kick, soon only four are left standing.

  "Huh?"

  That middle-aged man who was giving orders did not think that Cong Ye was so capable and shouted loudly:

  "Beat me to death."

  While speaking, he opened his stance and joined in. At the same time, the two people inside the house also stopped caring about Yan Qingcheng and ran out to join in the beating of Cong Ye. In just a few moves, Cong Ye felt that the middle-aged man was a master. Neither his strength nor agility could be compared to those of his ten subordinates.

  Cong Ye thought, "To capture the bandits, first capture their leader." He endured the punches and kicks from several others and rushed towards the middle-aged man. When he got close, he suddenly threw a punch at the middle-aged man's chest. The opponent let out a loud shout, yelling:

  "Welcome!"

  In an instant, his body crouched into a horse stance, with both arms crossed in front of his chest, blocking Cong Ye's full-force punch. Cong Ye's fist and the opponent's arm collided, and both took a step back simultaneously.

  As the saying goes, a master's move is all it takes to know if there's any skill. Cong Ye knew that if he didn't knock his opponent down today, he might really end up like last time, being beaten unconscious or even crippled. At this point, Cong Ye could no longer hold back. He launched a fierce attack on the middle-aged man. After all, Cong Ye's fists and feet carried the power of the hot flow in his meridians. The first punch was barely blocked by his opponent, but from then on, he seemed to be struggling to keep up.

  It seemed that the middle-aged man was suddenly enraged, and he abruptly pulled out a seven-section whip from his waist, swinging his right arm to lash at Cong Ye's cheek.

  "Be careful of the thorns."

  Cong Ye could no longer hear Yan Qing Cheng's worried reminders. Taking aim at the whip that was about to strike, Cong Ye stretched out his left hand and grasped it with his five fingers. With a swift motion, he pulled it towards his chest, causing his opponent to lose their footing. Thud, thud, thud, they stumbled towards Cong Ye's chest. Clearly, his opponent also wanted to use the momentum to strike back. How could Cong Ye let him succeed? He took a step out with his left foot, using it as an axis, and lifted up his right leg in a swift kick. These movements were all part of the combat techniques that Cong Ye had practiced every day when he was a soldier in the reconnaissance unit. Now, combined with the hot flow of energy in his meridians, his power was far beyond what it used to be.

  Everyone only heard "pa", "plop", two consecutive sounds, the middle-aged man was kicked down to the ground by Congye's split legs. Congye jumped up and knelt on the chest of the fallen middle-aged man with one leg, opened his fists and hit the middle-aged man's temples three or four times. This is also a move in combat skills, and almost no one can withstand a few hits without fainting.

  After knocking out the middle-aged man, Cong Ye turned to deal with the remaining five or six young hooligans. Just now when Cong Ye and the middle-aged man were fighting, those people's fists and feet didn't hesitate to land on Cong Ye's body.

  When Cong Ye knocked down the middle-aged man, several little rascals who didn't expect this result all had a moment of stunned expression. Just in time to be caught by Cong Ye, after three punches and two kicks, there was no one standing anymore.

  "Clustered leaves..."

  Yan Qingcheng's voice at this time had a hint of choking.

  "Sister-in-law, I'm fine."

  Actually, Cong Ye didn't fare well either. Just now he was busy dealing with the middle-aged man and was beaten by another young punk, including his earlobe, which was punched bloody by some guy. There were also bloodstains on the corner of Cong Ye's mouth. In addition, there were some injuries on his arm and leg.

  "Come quickly, I'll pack it for you."

  "Sister-in-law, wait a moment."

  Congye pulled the ten small-time hooligans who had been knocked to the ground together, not forgetting to kick each of them two more times. Congye's moves were very calculated, basically all hitting positions that were painful but not fatal, and wouldn't even leave obvious scars. Such as under the armpits, such as the base of the thighs, and on the back.

  Then, Cong Ye dragged the middle-aged man who was still unconscious on the ground to the side of the street and slapped him in the face. After being awakened by Cong Ye's slap, the middle-aged man opened his eyes to see Cong Ye leaning over looking at him, and he lost his initial calmness, saying:

  "Big brother spare my life, little brother is also entrusted by others, as long as big brother lets me off this time, in the future big brother points where, little brother hits where."

  "Who entrusted you?"

  Although she knew it was Yu Xiaopeng who did it, Cong Ye still asked a question.

  "Yes, it's Li Xiaoliang."

  "Who is Li Xiaoliang?"

  "It was the thinner one of the three people Big Brother beat up at the dock this afternoon."

  "Are they looking for you? What benefits did they promise you?"

  "It was them, after they succeeded, each got 2,000, and also spent it at the White Crane Hotel once."

  "What about after things have been accomplished? How do they want you to dispose of me?"

  "Defeated, driven out of Guanhai City."

  Cong Ye didn't ask any more questions, but instead punched the man's ear gate again, and the middle-aged man fainted once more. The ten little rascals lying beside him had already...