Chapter 11: A Piercing Cloud Arrow

  Yue Chuan has never been a magnanimous person, the only thing worth praising is that he repays kindness, but this also makes him have a vengeful personality. Ma Zi Lian repeatedly spoke ill of him, finally erasing the last bit of gratitude in Yue Chuan's heart, and with anger burning inside, Yue Chuan slapped out a palm, turning Ma Zi Lian's face into a steamed bun face.

  "Bang!"

  A slap on one cheek, followed by another slap on the other cheek. The side of Mazi's face was also swollen and formed a perfect symmetry, while his neck let out a groan under the impact of the alternating forces.

  Yue Chuan's physical fitness has been upgraded to the level of a warrior, far surpassing that of an adult man. His two slaps sent Mazi's head spinning like a washing machine drum, completely losing his ability to think. He stumbled back several steps before falling to the ground with a thud. A mouthful of bloody saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, containing a half-black and half-yellow molar tooth.

  Yue Chuan picked up the towel and wiped his palm, then threw it at Ma Zi's face with a look of disgust. He muttered to himself, "My strength is finally enough to knock out someone's teeth with one slap!"

  The conflict in the room was over in just a few blinks of an eye, and the onlookers outside were all stunned. They had thought that Mazi would unleash his fury, thoroughly humiliating and even beating the brother and sister duo before throwing them out. But unexpectedly, it only took one exchange for Mazi to be knocked down, and the one who knocked him down was none other than Lei Ze's family's super loser son, who usually just went with the flow.

  "Old Ma Zi used to be a butcher, even if he's really down on his luck, he wouldn't have been knocked out with just one punch."

  "Is that young man really the prodigal son of the Leizé family? If he has such guts and skills, would he have been swindled out of his family fortune by a group of scammers?"

  "Hey, when Lao Ma Zi comes, he'll be bringing a lot of friends along, it's going to be a great show!"

  As expected, when they saw the old beggar lying on the ground with an uncertain fate, two young men with beggar-like faces immediately jumped out of the crowd. These two men had grown up wearing open-crotch pants with the old beggar and were also his wine-and-meat friends for decades. At this moment, seeing their friend in trouble, they immediately jumped out. The two men shouted in the crowd, and several of their good friends, a group of foxes and dogs, also jumped out, adding up to more than ten people.

  Yue Chuan involuntarily took a step back. Not that he was afraid, but a good man doesn't take unnecessary losses. Two fists are hard-pressed to counter four hands, let alone over ten people on the other side. Although Yue Chuan wasn't afraid of any one-on-one fight against anyone in front of him, taking on ten at once was a bit... But thinking that Qianqian was right behind him, Yue Chuan stopped his retreating footsteps and instead took a step forward, with a hint of killing intent rising and gathering within him.

  The skinny guy at the front sneered at Yue Chuan, his voice low and menacing: "Rabbit son, Fat Brother gave you a house to live in, he didn't treat you badly. You don't think about repaying him, but instead you hit him. Today we have to let some of your blood out, otherwise our brother's face will be lost."

  Another one pinched the finger bone, and a sinister smile hooked at the corner of his mouth. "Turtle son has a few tricks under his hand, I'll teach you today, let you know how dad beats his son."

  As he watched those people approaching step by step, Yuechuan secretly thought that if he could change his profession or even awaken, and if he had a powerful move and divine equipment, these little shrimp would be nothing but trash, and killing thousands of them wouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately, he had just obtained the ability in the game world and its functions hadn't been developed yet. For a moment, Yuechuan felt a sense of frustration, like a dragon swimming in shallow water being teased by shrimp, or a tiger falling into a plain being bullied by dogs.

  "Move, move, move! You bunch of riffraff, what are you blocking the way for? Want to eat prison food or something?"

  At this time, Doug, who was carrying a pile of things, finally arrived, but the onlookers at the entrance of Yuechuan had blocked the entire street, making it impossible for Doug to squeeze through. As the chief of police, Doug couldn't stand the crowds causing trouble and disrupting public order, so he punched and kicked his way through the people blocking the road, forcing a path open. The pedestrians originally wanted to get angry, but when they saw the elegant official clothes on Doug's body, they immediately became timid and bowed their heads, retreating one by one like avoiding a plague god.

  At this time, one of the people blocking the door turned around, wanting to know who dared to intervene at this juncture. However, as soon as they saw Doug's police uniform, their hearts skipped a beat and they instinctively wanted to retreat. Unexpectedly, Doug rushed forward, grabbed his collar and asked, "Is this Mr. Ummonte Rezer's house?"

  As soon as they heard Doug's words, the guy immediately showed disdain. In their opinion, Wumengte was just a grandson of theirs, and this person in front of them actually called Wumengte "grandfather", wasn't that the grandson of a grandson? Looking at this person again, although he was wearing a public security uniform, there was still dust on his knees, definitely the kind of person who often kowtows to others. Such a person must not be a big shot.

  With that judgment, the guy slapped Doug on the ear and shouted loudly: "That's right, this is where Umonto lives, but he's not some big shot, he's your grandfather's grandson. Did you hear that, he's your grandfather's grandson. Grandpas are here to fix him today, you really know how to pick a time, grandpa will take care of you too."

  Doug was stunned by the slap, not because his resistance to blows was poor, but because Doug had never been slapped in the face since he was a child. As a law enforcement officer, Doug was always the representative of the tyrant, and only he would bully others, who would dare to bully him? Even if someone bullied him, it would be a powerful or wealthy figure. But today, a poor vagabond gave him a slap in the face, calling him "grandpa", so Doug didn't react for a long time.

  "What the f***, you dare hit me!"

  That man spat and slapped Doug's face again. "Grandpa is beating you, what can you do? Grandpa wants to beat you, bastard!"

  Doug, as a law enforcement officer and also a martial artist, was on guard at this time. How could he let that person succeed? He countered by grasping the person's wrist with his hand, twisting it in a reversal motion, and then using force, making a cracking sound, dislocating the arm.

  Those people in front wanted to rush into the house and teach Yue Chuan a lesson, but they didn't expect to be attacked from behind. Seeing their friend's arm at an awkward angle, those people didn't care who Da Ge was anymore, they just fell down first.

  Yue Chuan saw Doug rush over and felt a great sense of relief. With help at hand, it would no longer be a ten-to-one situation. So, without hesitation, he picked up the board and chopped it down on the leader's forehead. The board sliced through, and the man was covered in blood, letting out a mournful cry.

  This opening blow, instantly a shot that cannot be retrieved, more than a dozen people fought together in a confused noise. Whether it was Umont or Dawg, both had strong fighting power, although there were fewer people, they pressed those people to lift their heads. Those people saw the situation and immediately called for help. After all, they were all neighbors, who didn't have a few relatives? Helping relatives is reasonable everywhere, and at this time, another large group of people joined the battle.

  With this influx of fresh troops, Yue Chuan didn't feel much, after all he was inside the house and the people fighting him were still the same few. But for Doug, who was guarding the door, it was a different story, and soon he was frequently getting hit. With his eyes blackened and mouth bleeding, Doug hastily took out the security team's whistle from his waist and blew it with puffed cheeks, and the shrill whistle immediately echoed far away.

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