Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 128 - 126: Out of Control Again

Chapter 128: Chapter 126: Out of Control Again

After a long sigh, Wen Wen walked out of the alley.

He was ready to drive home, but the scene in front of him nearly sent him over the edge, almost losing control.

He was already furious over the issue with Gao Fang, and now he was even more murderous.

His car, parked in front of a barbershop, had been covered in unsightly graffiti with various colors of spray paint.

The graffiti included swear words, excrement, and male and female genitals, making his old but clean black sedan unbearable to look at.

A few sleazy-looking men sat beside the car, and upon seeing Wen Wen emerge, they started whistling at him.

Wen Wen’s eyes narrowed into a slit, and the corners of his mouth curved into a half-circle, almost like a smile, yet somewhat terrifying.

But those men didn’t notice Wen Wen’s expression. It wasn’t fully light yet, and they thought Wen Wen was grinning back at them.

"You were pretty aggressive just now. My gals just wanted to have a bit of fun, and you pushed them down? You push and then run, what are you trying to pull?"

One of the men, sporting an exaggerated pompadour hairstyle and twisted braids at the back of his head, pointed at Wen Wen with a baseball bat.

The two heavily made-up women beside him cracked sunflower seeds, eagerly anticipating Wen Wen’s disgrace.

Wen Wen’s eyelids lifted slightly, and then he sunk a bit at the waist.

"That was my fault just now. I apologize to the two ladies here. I was in a bad mood earlier. Consider the car a compensation, as I’ve been thinking about replacing it anyway."

Then Wen Wen turned to leave. With the black briefcase, he no longer kept important things in his car.

He understood why someone would come to pick a fight. Their street girls, if bullied without anyone standing up for them, could even affect their future business.

Of course, under normal circumstances, Wen Wen would definitely have set these people straight. Even as an ordinary person without any fear of such situations, let alone now.

But now Wen Wen knew he was not in good shape. Should he strike, it wouldn’t just be a lesson.

Unable to control himself for a moment, he could even do something like pull someone’s head off and stuff it into their rear...

"I am a harmonious Superpower user; I should not stoop to the level of street scum. Let’s give them a chance. Everyone needs a chance in life..."

"Did I say you could leave?"

The man grabbed Wen Wen’s shoulder and pulled at him.

He had dared to tamper with Wen Wen’s car because Wen Wen’s car was hardly worth anything.

And having been parked outside without employing any girls overnight, he looked like someone not to be trifled with.

Moreover, the utterly cowardly performance Wen Wen showed upon seeing his car only emboldened him further.

It would be remiss not to exploit such a person thoroughly.

"Ah... I’m really trying to restrain myself..."

Wen Wen sighed, his body still, his head turned around, and he looked nonchalantly at the pompadour man; a movement ordinary humans simply could not perform.

"Please let go of my hand."

The pompadour man was startled. It had been dark before and he hadn’t seen clearly, but now at close range, he suddenly found Wen Wen somewhat creepy.

Apart from his small eyes, his features were quite normal, but put together, coupled with that slightly mad look in his eyes, there was an indescribable wickedness, and dark blue veins began to appear around his eyes, becoming more and more visible!

The pompadour man, uneducated, couldn’t describe the feeling well, but just that glance scared him!

He hastily retracted his hand, but mid-way, Wen Wen grabbed it with his left hand, feeling an unshakable Strength, as if clamped in an iron vice.

"I said, let go of my hand," Wen Wen slowly turned around, his tone ominous, his teeth seeming even sharper.

"...I, I loosened up," Flat Top’s legs trembled, his voice on the verge of tears.

The others still didn’t know what had happened; they only saw their boss walk over, and then he couldn’t stop shivering.

Could this kind of shaking be the new way to act tough?

Wen Wen grabbed his shoulder with his right hand and, exerting force with his left, twisted Flat Top’s arm until it twisted like a pretzel, breaking all the bones inside.

"You let go too late."

Just as Flat Top was about to wail, Wen Wen thrust his palm forward, knocking out all his teeth, which he held in his mouth, unable to cry out.

"Everyone is sleeping now; let’s not be too loud."

The sudden violence frightened the others, their legs turning weak. They wanted to scream but were scared into covering their mouths by Wen Wen’s subsequent actions, daring not to make a sound.

The man who had just been bullied like a little lamb, how had he suddenly turned into a terrifying monster?

Wen Wen let go of Flat Top, allowing him to cling to his head and lie on the ground, then kicked the nape of Flat Top’s neck, causing him to immediately faint.

After failing to beat Jiang Wenhu last time, Wen Wen secretly learned how to knock someone out by striking their neck.

He picked up a baseball bat from the ground, swung it a few times, then gripped both ends and snapped it into splinters with a bit of force.

Before Tao Qingqing’s evolution, Wen Wen could tear metal wires apart with his bare hands, and now his strength had grown even stronger.

"What’s the use of threatening someone with this kind of thing..."

Then he pulled out a pistol with a white and turquoise blue pattern, pointing it at them, his eyes and mouth twitching as he spoke.

"This kind of thing is more useful!"

The others didn’t not want to run away; rather, things had escalated too quickly for them to even have a chance.

Now, with Wen Wen pointing a gun at them, they dared not make the slightest move.

The leader fainted, and the backbone among the group became a redhead who took a couple of tentative steps forward and said tremulously.

"Boss, no, hero! We’ll give you anything you want, but you’re still young, please don’t walk the path of crime."

The redhead’s vision blurred and Wen Wen was already standing in front of him, grabbing his hair to lift him as he enunciated, "Everything for me? Then I want to see you dance!"

Wen Wen’s voice had changed somewhat, unclear as if his articulation was off, but his tone instilled even greater fear in the redhead and the others.

The redhead, whose hair was being yanked, couldn’t control his lower body; his pants became wet—he had been scared into wetting himself.

Anyone lifted in such a manner wouldn’t deliberately control their bladder.

Wen Wen intended to throw the redhead into the air to enjoy his aerial dance, but suddenly stopped.

He looked at the redhead’s expression for a while, then turned to look at the expressions of the others.

Fear...

Apart from fear, there was nothing else.

The crazed look in Wen Wen’s eyes receded, leaving a trace of melancholy in his gaze.

The last thing he wanted to see was such a scene.

If he were sensible, even slicing people up to feed to pigs wouldn’t seem wrong, but he didn’t want to harm ordinary people when he was not in his right mind.

"Truly boring..."

Wen Wen threw the redhead to the ground, slipped the gun back into his holster under his clothes, and walked straight out of the red-light district.