I am a Big Player
Chapter 652 - 643, Young Fierce Name_1

Chapter 652: 643, Young Fierce Name_1

A youth named Lu Xiaotu made a fierce name for himself in the grey world of No Man’s Land where the sand filled the sky and the setting sun bled like blood. Somehow this news traveled far and wide, known by many who made their living in this grey world.

Everyone said that this youth was a fierce dragon crossing the river, surely backed by considerable power, yet no one knew what role this youth played within these vested interest groups.

There were also rumors that this youth was a legendary practitioner, a wushu master who could send someone flying into the air with just a punch, wielding the masterful techniques of hitting people as if hanging paintings as depicted in martial arts tales.

After all, Chinese traditional wuxia began to slowly revive after its success in Kunlun. In the past two years, martial arts novels, series, and movies have been emerging prolifically. Not just foreigners were fascinated by it; even natives weren’t sure if such wall-scaling, martial arts masters really existed in the world.

At that time, certain swindlers of the martial world hadn’t emerged yet, and the concept of "kung fu" still held its mystical and sacred allure. The lineage of Chinese wushu had a long and distinguished heritage, and there had never been a shortage of real masters with genuine skills, albeit not as mythical as portrayed.

Of course, once certain Master Level individuals who could knock down a cow from across a hill but not hit a reporter appeared, those two words probably wouldn’t be as fun anymore.

So when there was talk that the youth might be a wunderkind of the martial arts world, people enjoyed discussing him over tea and meals, and slowly the news spread beyond the grey world. After all, the grey world and the world of ordinary order were intricately intertwined, making it hard to distinguish one from the other.

Looking at it this way, it indeed was a small martial world, merely graced by the emergence of a stunning figure.

Sandstorms in No Man’s Land could arise abruptly, with winds easily reaching above level 7. The sleepy owner of a tiny, dark road-side inn on the fringe of No Man’s Land suddenly heard the howling wind and, grimacing, glanced at the approaching sandstorm before promptly rising to close the door. He was well accustomed to this devilish weather. Even when the door was shut, the roaring sounds outside were like the howls of a hundred ghosts.

To a stranger, especially a girl, it would probably be terrifying, but to the dark inn’s owner, who had taken root in No Man’s Land for over a decade, it was nothing noteworthy.

However, just as the innkeeper was about to shut the final sliver of the door, he suddenly saw a luxury off-road vehicle burst forth from the high wall of yellow sand formed by the distance storm, racing against time as if to avoid the terrifying sandstorm that advanced with utmost speed, resembling a roaring beast ready to pounce on its prey, with the vehicle speeding even faster.

The vehicle headed straight for the dark inn. The owner hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to close the door now or not. With the sand whirling in the sky, he guessed that the occupants intended to seek shelter in his inn. Given the imposing look of the vehicle, if the passengers turned out to be lucrative marks, his wait for the day wouldn’t have been in vain.

After all, the business of the dark inn was such that catching one good score could sustain it for a week, but these days... sigh, customers were becoming harder to dupe!

Leaving the door slightly ajar, he watched as the off-road vehicle stopped at his doorstep. Hurrying over, he beckoned, "Inside! Come inside for shelter!"

He saw clearly that the vehicle bore the emblem of a top-tier luxury brand, surely worth millions outside. At this thought, joy sprouted on his face; keeping the door open hadn’t been for naught!

However, at that moment, a youth casually jumped down from the vehicle, even taking the time to glance with interest at the sandstorm rapidly nearing, before striding towards the inn.

Seeing the appearance of the youth, the innkeeper suddenly recalled a rumor that had been spreading since yesterday... and immediately wanted to shut the door!

But before he could close the door, the door, which was never fully closed, was pushed open forcefully. The youth turned around, pulled the door shut, and began dusting off the sand all over him—from his collar, hair, boots, everywhere!

The owner stood aside, unsure of how to respond. They were usually the ones fleecing others, and any troublemaking customers never ended well. In No Man’s Land, everyone needed to look out for each other, otherwise, how could business thrive?

But this one wasn’t someone they could fleece. Now he remembered that car outside, wasn’t it the brand that everyone had been talking about? Damn!

He’d heard from his cousin that just yesterday even Li Kun and his crew, a dozen men, hadn’t gotten the better of this guy. Short Bear’s right hand was half crippled, and two others had broken ribs. His cousin had seen it with his own eyes: with two punches, two men were sent flying. Li Kun’s men didn’t dare lay a finger on the youth.

To think that Li Kun’s men were the real outlaws—those running dishonest businesses like his own were merely sipping on the leftovers. If even Li Kun had no way with this person, how could he entertain the thought of fleecing him?

Little did Ren He suspect that in No Man’s Land, he was now a top dog. In the eyes of many, the youth had risen to power stepping over the notorious reputation of Li Kun and his gang.

Li Kun had other plans in mind; how could a little reputation compare with the massive profits of nine million remaining payment? As for what to do with this youth after getting the money, that was a different matter.

The owner knew the bitterness in his heart—he wouldn’t dare fleece him. The other wasn’t the sacrificial lamb; he was...

"Hehe, young man, what would you like to eat?" The shady restaurant owner even switched to a respectful tone...

After shaking off the dust from his body, Ren He looked up at the owner and sensed something was off in his tone, thinking of the intertwined complexities of this grey world, "What, you recognize me? Your dishes are too expensive, just bring me a plate of fish-flavored pork shreds."

"Don’t recognize, don’t recognize... That menu was the old one, we don’t sell at that price anymore. Fish-flavored pork shreds for 23, kung pao chicken for 20..." the owner explained amicably.

In the end, this world was one where might makes right. No matter how shady the shop was, it operated within legal bounds; it’s just that Xinjiang’s Bureau of Commodity Prices couldn’t control them. But this youth didn’t seem to care about the law at all. If even a tough thug like Short Bear had his right hand wasted and kept quiet, who was he, a small-time trader, to matter?

At this moment, the shady restaurant owner had lost his usual arrogance when dealing with unfamiliar customers, now seeing himself as a small-time trader...

Ren He couldn’t help but laugh. A confrontation with Li Kun just yesterday had its perks, his face now essentially served as a discount card for the No Man’s Land shady shops. He never imagined he’d see the day he’d enjoy facial recognition!

"Fine, a plate of fish-flavored pork shreds and a plate of kung pao chicken, make it quick, I’m in a hurry," Ren He instructed. As the owner turned to go inside to cook, he took out a small device from his pocket, and on it a red dot entered the Desert on this stormy day.

Ren He smirked. These people were really cautious. He needed to hurry up and eat, then venture into the legendary No Man’s Land himself.