Volume 1 Mercenary Group of Wolves Chapter 4 Encounter with the Underworld

  I looked around in confusion, and there were only a few cars parked nearby. The streets were already empty, what was I supposed to do at this late hour? I couldn't sleep on the street, could I?

  Ah... Got it!

  I slapped my thigh and went to find a comfortable internet cafe, paid the money and slept! This way I not only had a warm place to stay but also something to play with. Tomorrow morning I'll just take the bus back home! Haha, I'm really too clever, whoever has a brain like mine should be proud of their intelligence!

  I'll do it right away. I remember that not far from here, there's a pretty big internet cafe. Although I've never been there before, judging by its scale, the chairs should be very comfortable. I turned around twice to get my bearings, and headed down a dimly lit small road. This is a shortcut, which can save a lot of time.

  Behind him, the door of a van opened, and more than a dozen men holding iron bars and knives walked out in a line. The leader was a sturdy man. After lighting a cigarette, he held a machete and nudged a guy next to him with his arm, saying: "Hey, this kid really understands us, knowing to walk to a secluded place!"

  The people around me all smiled quietly, and the robust man sniffled his nose, leading a group of followers to quietly follow behind me.

  I was completely unaware of what happened later, and after walking for a short while, I regretted taking this road. The three-meter-wide road surface was littered with garbage and dirty water, emitting a foul odor. What's even more annoying is that there were several mosquitoes buzzing around me, no matter how hard I waved my hands to shoo them away, they refused to leave!

  After walking for a while, I thoroughly regretted it. After a chaotic footsteps, I was surrounded by a group of people holding knives and sticks! Looking at the gleaming chopping knife iron rod, even a fool knows what happened, my heart couldn't help but panic.

  Damn it! I've been robbed!

  I turned around and saw a robust man with a cigarette in his mouth and an axe in his hand standing at the very front.

  A robust man looked me up and down, turned his head around, and suspiciously glanced at the subordinate beside him. The subordinate nodded hastily: "It's him, he's the one who injured Er Tou and Bing Zi!"

  A robust man flashed a hint of venom in his eyes, saying: "You little brat, you didn't even ask whose territory this is before daring to hurt my brother. You've got quite the nerve! What do you think should be done about this?"

  What just happened in the bar came back to me, damn it! This is revenge! I looked around and found myself surrounded by over a dozen people, there was no way to escape. Since birth, this was my first time facing so many gleaming weapons, my heart couldn't help but feel a little weak.

  So many people, can I beat them all by myself? These guys aren't good eggs, since running away isn't an option, might as well play along with them. Even if I get beaten, at most it's just a beating! In my head, I recall the fighting skills Dad taught me - soft ones fear hard ones, hard ones fear ruthless ones, and ruthless ones fear those who don't care about their lives! Alright, let's do this! With my current skills, I shouldn't be completely helpless, even if I get stabbed a few times, I should still be able to break through!

  Thinking of this, I felt a bit relieved, lifted my somewhat panicked heart and thought to myself that if I wanted to fight, I shouldn't be so weak. So I deliberately asked loudly: "Old man, what do you say we should do? Who are you, yelling nonsense!"

  A robust man's face ignited with anger, he tightly grasped the machete in his hand. The subordinate beside him cursed loudly: "Bastard, are you also asking for Black Dog Brother's name? Old man? You're looking to die!"

  "Black Dog?" I couldn't help but feel a thrill in my heart and chuckled: "The name is quite unique, indeed!"

  The black dog was furious after hearing this, and scolded loudly: "Get him for me! Chop off this little rascal!" The surrounding henchmen heard the order and immediately charged forward with their weapons in hand. He himself took two steps back to watch the commotion.

  Standing here waiting for weapons from all sides to strike, isn't it waiting for death?

  I took a deep breath and rushed forward two steps, flying kick on a small chest. The opponent hummed and fell backwards. I immediately followed with a back kick, and another guy behind hadn't reacted yet, was kicked in the chest and fell to the ground.

  In the blink of an eye, both of them fell to the ground. I felt a chill wind blowing from the side and quickly turned around to grab an iron rod that was coming towards me with lightning speed. With a strong pull, my opponent stumbled forward, pouncing on me. I shifted my feet, wrapped my arm around his neck, pinning it under my armpit, slightly crouched down, forcing him to stick out his abdomen, and struck it with an elbow. A terrifying sound of bone fracture echoed through the alleyway, and this poor guy spat out a mouthful of blood before going limp in my arms.

  But that's all! Like the two little rascals in the bar, they look fierce but are weak and can't withstand a blow. Even if they hold a sharp object, they won't transform from a cat to a tiger.

  The remaining few stopped in their tracks, exchanging fearful glances with each other the moment they saw me knock down three people. I slowly loosened my arms, and the body that had lost all sensation slid slowly to the ground, while in my hand was an iron rod stained with fresh blood.

  The black dog spat out the cigarette butt from its mouth and let out a fierce yell: "Get me up!"

  No way, this group of little ones had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge again. I sneered with a laugh, my breathing slightly heavy due to the acceleration of blood flow, and in my heart, I already had a preliminary evaluation of their combat strength: not worth mentioning! Without any courtesy, I fiercely knocked away a swinging machete, charged into the crowd, and swung left and right. In less than two minutes, more than a dozen little ones were knocked to the ground, leaving only wounded people groaning on the ground. These guys are just slightly better at fighting than ordinary people, but they're not even worthy opponents for any trained fighter!

  A wolf entering a flock of sheep, I slowly walked through the wounded on the ground and approached the black dog, my hands trembling with excitement from the previous battle, pointing the deformed iron rod in my hand at him.

  The black dog's face turned very ugly, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he slowly raised the machete in his hand and spat out a few icy words: "I underestimated you, you will pay for what you've done!"

  "You too!" The dozen or so people on the other side were easily taken care of by me, and I couldn't help but feel a surge in confidence. Holding my iron rod with an air of nonchalance, I said: "Old man, this is what I'm going to do to you..."

  Before he had finished speaking, the black dog suddenly rushed over, jumped high and hacked at me with its knife!

  Damn it, this bastard is playing a sneak attack! I hastily raised the iron rod in my hand and blocked this blow. The black dog's chopping knife collided with the rod and was withdrawn without staying for a moment, and then fiercely slashed out two knives to the left and right, both of which were blocked by me with great effort. Cold sweat had already flowed down. Taking advantage of the moment when I was blocking the knife, the black dog kicked my abdomen with one foot without any courtesy, and the huge impact force made me retreat several steps before stabilizing my body shape. My stomach churned, and my lower abdomen felt a burning pain! What quick hands!

  The black dog saw me so embarrassed, couldn't help but chuckle and put away his knife, saying: "Kid, not bad, huh? Not many people can withstand my three knives. I'm a big shot on the road, known as Fast Knife Black Dog! You don't even know that?! Today you'll find out what it means to be fast! If you don't leave an arm behind, you won't be leaving here alive!"

  "It's too early to say that!" I endured the pain, swallowed back the sour taste that was churning in my stomach, and took two deep breaths. "Today, Grandfather will show you what real speed is!"

  As soon as the words fell, I had already let out a loud shout and rushed to his side, flailing my arms wildly and punching him left and right without any technique. For a moment, he was forced to retreat continuously, unable to counterattack. Seeing that the opportunity had arrived, I sneered coldly and swung the iron rod at his head.

  The black dog hurriedly raised the machete in his hand to block, but felt that there was no power on the iron rod that came swinging over. He couldn't help but pause for a moment. Lifting his head, he saw my smile and silently cursed, then suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen, retreated several steps back, and heavily fell to the ground, covering himself from head to toe in mud and water.

  I put down my raised foot and smiled heh-heh, successfully sneaking up on him. I felt a vengeful pleasure in my heart, finally avenging the kick from earlier!

  The black dog cursed loudly, got up from the ground, swung its knife and chopped, each knife was vicious and piercing. I had no chance to counterattack and could only block it. The rapid attack made me retreat constantly, forcing myself to calm down and concentrate my spirit, staring at the direction of his chopping knife, blocking his attacks again and again.

  The knife flashed, the sound of metal colliding spread throughout the alley, and the machete and iron rod shone with a cold light under the dim lamp in the alley.

  As time went by, I finally discovered his weakness. His knife skills were fast and fierce, with enough strength, but unfortunately, his lower body was unstable, and his footwork was a bit disorganized. I'm waiting, waiting for an opportunity to give him a fatal blow, and defeat him in one move!

  The black dog, after chopping for over a dozen times, finally felt a hint of fatigue and slowed down its knife. I seized the opportunity, fiercely swinging my stick out with full force. The black dog saw this and hastily swung its knife to block, but the massive power sent it retreating several steps, leaving an opening. I quickly stepped out to the right with one foot, kicked out my left leg, and ruthlessly kicked it in the abdomen. The black dog let out a muffled groan and retreated several more steps, almost falling over.

  At this time, I saw a machete on the ground and kicked it over with one foot. The machete spun and hit the black dog's left knee cap, bringing out a string of blood. After being hit hard, the black dog let out a miserable howl, knelt down on one knee, unable to move, trembling all over in pain, looking at me with a terrified face as I walked step by step closer.

  "You shouldn't have messed with me!" I stopped in my tracks, coldly staring at the black dog's face contorted in terror and pain. Not a shred of sympathy stirred within me. I'd had enough of their cowardly and arrogant attitude, always acting like they were the biggest deal in the world. There were plenty of such scum in school, thinking they were the coolest but actually being the most foolish and pitiful. The world would never lack people like them, living in chaos, calling each other "brother" while bullying honest folks all day! People like that aren't worth pitying; if I were in their shoes and someone else was on the ground, they'd just laugh and add insult to injury by kicking me again!

  A sudden surge of disgust rose in my heart, and a flame of anger burned throughout my entire being. I slowly raised the iron rod in my hand, gazing at him, saying: "Black dog, today I'll make sure you can never do evil again for the rest of your life!"

  But as soon as the words fell, the black dog suddenly raised the machete in his hand and slashed it towards me from left to right.

  I busily used the iron rod in my hand to block the chopping knife, and with a flip of my hand, I swung out a string of sparks that hit his wrist. The chopping knife fell to the ground with a clang. At the same time, the iron rod in my hand mixed with a whistling sound, heavily smashing onto the left shoulder of the black dog that had fallen to the ground on its knees. Along with a cracking sound, a mournful cry echoed through the sky. I raised the iron rod in my hand once again, and without hesitation, heavily smashed it onto his right shoulder. The black dog's eyes widened, spewing out a mouthful of blood before collapsing into the muddy water, leaving behind only the sound of shattering bones echoing in the alleyway.

  Looking at the iron rod in my hand, which was covered with fresh blood and had completely changed shape, I threw it to the ground fiercely. Several little ones who had woken up were scared and lay on the ground in a daze, as if they had even forgotten the pain on their bodies.

  I turned back with a look of disgust and walked towards the end of the alley.

  Today's fight has finally come to an end...