Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 247 - 107 Not letting you disgrace your ancestors_1

Chapter 247: Chapter 107 Not letting you disgrace your ancestors_1

With the spear in hand, the human-shaped beast had a wider range of attack. A distant enemy got a spear handle, a nearby one received a slap or a swift kick, never requiring a second attack.

The scene became monotonously horrifying, much like a person leisurely swatting flies, or perhaps like a child idly playing with a ball. The bright, gleaming machetes were ignored as if they were nothing. With a wave of his hand or a lunge of his foot, someone would scream and fly outwards.

And these people seemed to throw themselves right into his path, perfectly aligning with his attacks. Regardless of their menacing gestures and snarls, once they faced him all their movements became one of two types.

One was to drop like a log, the other to fly horizontal before hitting the ground; the difference being some rolled once, some rolled several times.

At this moment, within the courtyard of the dining place, all eyes were on the figure who continued his onslaught. Every time he waved his hand or raised his foot, or the sound of his red-tasseled spear handle whooshing through the air, would unconsciously send tremors through everyone’s hearts.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the figure holding the spear in the courtyard, everyone else was lying on the ground, rolling around in pain.

On the restaurant side, there were a few women and two older men who were so shocked by the scene that they dared not speak. The girl who had been protesting about not being allowed to leave without eating, was standing at the forefront, her earlier bravado nowhere to be found.

Yan Fei paid no attention to the crowd, shaking his spear lightly. The spear was of excellent quality. The wax pole used to make the handle was definitely a distinguished material matured over many years. Despite being as thick as an egg, it was quite sturdy, able to withstand knocking several people flying without even a dent. Truly a good thing.

The courtyard was filled with people groaning in pain and cursely feebly, but Yan Fei ignored them all. He walked over to the young man who had tried to cheat him earlier. The young man seemed to be regaining some consciousness, but judging by theglassy look in his eyes, he was still not quite lucid.

Yan Fei walked over, turned him over with his foot, and reached into his pockets. Nothing? He switched to a different pocket and finally yanked out a clump of money. The couple of notes on the outside weren’t bundled together, and on looking through them, Yan Fei found the ten-dollar note with the missing corner.

"Take a look, isn’t this the money, you gave him just now?" Yan Fei took the note to the middle-aged woman, who had been paralyzed with fear watching the scene unfold, and handed the note over to her.

"Yes, yes, yes... Thank you, big brother... Thank you so much..." The woman hesitated for a moment and then took the banknote. Though her hand was still trembling, she repeatedly thanked him.

"No need to thank, just fucking let the kid go!" The old man beside her, his back covered in footprints and his face still bearing the mark of a palm, shouted furiously. "After beating so many people, why hasn’t he run away yet? Is he waiting for half the village to show up?"

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" The middle-aged woman finally understood. "Young man, you’ve beaten so many people, you should run quickly..."

"No rush," Yan Fei replied, stuffing the rest of the money into his pocket and moving back towards the center. "Nowadays villains are rampant. Why can’t a good man like me speak up? I am out here to clean the roads. It wouldn’t do if I don’t sweep clean all the trash by the roadside..."

Then he carried his spear and walked through the people sprawled within the yard, screaming in pain. Some were cursing, some begging for mercy; he ignored them all, carefully checking each person.

Some received an extra kick to break an arm, others a swift strike of the spear and were forgotten; a few had their legs crushed underfoot.

Even though they knew the people running the stalls here were not legitimate, they watched as the man in the courtyard walked aimlessly, occasionally striking or kicking someone.

Despite the fact that it was peak summer, and this was the hottest time of the day, most people felt a chill. The fiery sun overhead seemed to have lost all its warmth.

Only after he had made a complete round did a careful observer notice: he intended to break at least one limb - either a leg or arm - of everyone. After his round, not a single person was left with all their limbs intact.

When all was done, the young man paused for a moment, before heading to the one who had first cheated the middle-aged woman of nine dollars. This man too was screaming, because he had just received a kick that had broken his leg.

But his wasn’t screaming was not too intense, perhaps because he hadn’t fully regained consciousness after receiving the slap.

The young man walked over to him and stomped on his other leg, before turning to leave, muttering, "You have hands and feet, but you still tried to cheat someone out of nine dollars. You deserve double the punishment..."

Then he looked at the courtyard full of the crippled again and said in a low voice: "No one’s dead, that’s good..."

This comment was a bit baffling. It was unclear if he was expressing satisfaction at his improved control, or relief that no lives were lost and therefore the situation wasn’t too grave.

Probably because of his comment, the person closest to him on the ground suddenly yelled, "Brat, if you’ve got guts, kill me! My ancestors fought the Japanese, and in all our generations, not one has feared death. I have your face memorized. One day, I’ll find your family and return this great favor to you..."

The young man was taken aback. He glanced at the standard-issue Japanese knife lying next to the screaming man and seemed at a loss for words.

After some thought, he walked over to the knife and bent down to pick it up. He examined the knife from one end to another, then looked again at the man on the ground whose eyes were raging with fury, never leaving him.

Then he saw him walk over, squat down, and place the knife to the man’s throat.

"Come on, chop it down! See if you have the guts to finish me off!" Even with the knife at his throat, the man continued to yell defiantly. But the calm demeanor of the young man had him somewhat unnerved, so he added: "Go on, behead me. Think you can escape a bullet, do you, no matter where you hide?"

The young man seemed not to hear him as he muttered to himself, "Your ancestors fought the Japs, how did you turn out like this? I’m not killing you because I’m afraid you’d come after me, but because I wouldn’t want your ancestors to lose face because of you. This knife must be a legacy from those times. I’ll use it to kill you and do tell your ancestors. The one who killed you is from a lineage of blacksmiths. We’ve made several hundred Ghost Head Knives especially to kill Japs..."

With that, he raised the knife...