Mountain Looting: Targeted by a Leopard at the Start
Chapter 403 - 401: He Fights Eight of You Alone?!

Chapter 403: Chapter 401: He Fights Eight of You Alone?!

Xu Yang had lost his patience.

He was now on a desolate mountain in Northern Myanmar, and these people definitely harbored no good intentions.

Nothing but kidnapping, extortion, blackmail.

Or even illegal organ trading.

After all, Xu Yang belonged to the ranks of the wealthy, and a rich man venturing alone into the mountains made an easy target for these types.

It was the first time Xu Yang had erupted like this, holding nothing back.

This was truly a fight for his life.

The other six were clearly stunned. Two of them down with just two moves?

Could he be that exaggerated?

The gang’s leader, Ahua, didn’t believe in superstitions and signaled the others to join the fray.

Xu Yang looked carefully and, seeing that none of the opponents had guns, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

No guns, that made things easier.

After all, guns were faster from beyond seven steps, and even more accurate and deadly within seven steps.

It just so happened that Xu Yang had not fought for a long time.

Today was a good day to get some practice.

Xu Yang picked up a baseball bat from the side and headed straight towards the six men.

"Brother Hua, something’s not right."

One of the thugs watched Xu Yang, shock clear on his face. He had heard some stories about Xu Yang but thought they were all fake.

After all, he was just a livestreamer, how capable could he be?

Ahua cursed fiercely:

"Scared of what, it’s six against one, we’ll break his legs first!"

"Thinks he’s in a martial arts movie!"

"I hate posers the most!"

The six men’s faces darkened as they charged at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang stopped, ready to fight back.

Not a word was exchanged, they just began to fight upon encounter.

No need for words, this was a blatant kidnapping.

These were hardened men, accustomed to fighting, they swung their bats without hesitation, rendering hand-to-hand combat techniques almost useless.

Weapons were much more useful than technique.

But Xu Yang’s aim was to take down the attackers as quickly as possible.

For instance, Xu Yang took several hard hits at the start, dodging and using his shoulders and back to bear the blows.

At the same time, he counterattacked, landing a heavy bat on one thug’s face. The thud resonated as the thug collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Xu Yang felt a sharp pain in his back.

His gaze hardened as he struck without mercy.

With swift movement techniques and strength, he brought down each man, one by one with his bat.

By the time he knocked down the fourth person, the solid baseball bat broke in two and flew out of his hands, indicative of the tremendous force.

Only two were left standing. Seizing the chance, Ahua aimed for a decisive blow to Xu Yang’s head.

"Crack!"

Xu Yang caught the bat with one hand.

His hand numbed from the impact, but Xu Yang stood unflinching.

His eyes coldly fixed on Ahua, the next second he wrested the bat away and delivered a kick, knocking Ahua to the ground.

This was the first time Xu Yang felt such anger, almost to the point of irrationality.

He approached the fallen Ahua, lifted the bat with both hands, and started smashing down.

Ahua shielded his head with his hands, curling up to avoid the blows, a clear sign he knew the best way to minimize damage.

He had beaten many people this way; they all tried to escape harm like this.

But Xu Yang did not relent, his every swing carried with it enormity and force.

Until Ahua’s head took a severe hit, and he too fell to the ground, lying there unconscious.

The last thug, seized by terror, turned to run, but it was in vain.

Xu Yang caught up and knocked him out as well.

After finishing this, Xu Yang panted heavily, feeling pain in several parts of his body.

He had taken quite a few hits.

It was impossible to evade them all completely.

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, only bruises.

He happened to notice that these men had brought two bundles of rope, so Xu Yang moved them one by one next to a tree and then tied them up securely with the rope.

The scene was truly absurd.

One man had tied up eight people in the forests of Northern Myanmar.

The man Xu Yang bound was tied up tightly, unable to break free for the time being.

Just then, a walkie-talkie on the waist of the leader named Ahua rang out:

"Ahua, Ahua, what’s the situation?"

The accent was heavy, coming from Southern Fujian.

Xu Yang listened silently, memorizing the voice.

Clearly, the person behind his capture was the one speaking.

Fortunes rotate like the cycle of water; he might cross paths with this person again in the future.

"It’s really not safe out here, robberies on the streets, curfews at night⸺these guys here even kidnap without any fear,"

"I’ll need to be more wary when going into the wild mountains in the future."

"A tall tree catches the wind."

Xu Yang thought to himself.

He still had important things to do.

Luckily, while escaping earlier, Xu Yang had spotted the withered tree he was looking for.

Although the tree was clearly dead, it stood proudly and conspicuously.

He went back to retrieve his backpack, then approached the big tree located by the treasure map, and started digging around its base.

His body still ached.

Today’s experience was certainly outlandish.

All he wanted was to find a treasure quietly in the mountains.

But he had to run into these blind men.

The treasure location indicated by the map was precise and, as he dug, Xu Yang soon uncovered an object wrapped in an oilcloth.

"Who buried something here."

"Too bad there’s only one, I thought I could dig up a whole hoard."

Xu Yang felt somewhat disappointed.

It would have been great to uncover a major treasure trove.

Then, he unfolded the oilcloth and saw only a light green small boat-shaped piece of porcelain inside.

Xu Yang was also a bit taken aback upon seeing the porcelain.

What’s this?

At this moment, the System’s prompt sounded:

[Obtained: Southern Song Longquan Kiln Boat-shaped Inkstone]

"Southern Song Longquan Kiln?"

"It’s actually porcelain from the Song Dynasty?"

"It may not be from the Ru Kiln, but the Longquan Kiln’s price shouldn’t be low either."

"Lucky I have the System, otherwise I’d have no idea the value."

Xu Yang thought to himself.

These rewards for treasure hunting are outrageous; without a treasure map, who would know there’s a treasure buried here.

Xu Yang examined it carefully.

The mountain on this side led into an endless range.

Following the range all the way in could potentially allow one to cross into another country illegally.

"Must be someone smuggled from within the country, carrying some precious cultural relics."

"Worried about it being stolen, they buried it here first."

"But for some reason, they never came to retrieve it."

"Whatever the reason, I’m taking it back with me."

Xu Yang made his decision.

Afterward, Xu Yang got in touch with the police in Yunnan and eventually connected with the higher-ups in the police force, then made contact with the embassy in Northern Myanmar.

They told Xu Yang that currently, with no joint enforcement action between the two countries, internal personnel here don’t have enforcement power.

This matter could be reported to the local police for them to handle.

Hearing that, Xu Yang decisively gave up.

Because something like this would definitely require a statement from him, and if he entered the local Police Station, there’s a risk they were in collusion, which could be dangerous.

Thinking this, Xu Yang didn’t hesitate and immediately booked a ticket home.

Then, he packed up and left the country directly.

The journey home was uneventful.

But Xu Yang had no plans to return to Northern Myanmar; those people were not good news.

First, Xu Yang landed at Pudong Airport and checked into a hotel.

Back when he was bored and doing tasks in the mountains, he had received many small rewards.

Among them was the "Special Effect Spray," ideal for treating bruises and sprains.

Xu Yang took off his shirt and saw many bruises on his back and the sides of his arms.

These people had been ruthless.

Of course, Xu Yang had been more ruthless; those few thugs suffered mild concussions and lay in bed for many days before they recovered.

After taking a shower, Xu Yang applied the Special Effect Spray, and his body began to feel warm.

When he woke up the next day, the bruises had almost faded, hardly noticeable anymore.

Having a cheat by your side really made a difference.

Nevertheless, the reward from the treasure map was still very nice; he had obtained a Song Dynasty Longquan Kiln piece.

If auctioned, it would be worth at least several million.

It was another addition to his collection.

Such artifacts are a form of wealth, and as long as the antiques market exists, they will always hold value, after all, the years they’ve endured are real.

Meanwhile, in Northern Myanmar.

Farm Director Huang Ze listened to Ahua recount the whole story, his eyes wide with shock.

One against eight?

Was that even possible?

Those eight were the elite of the farm, each skilled in tracking and fighting, yet Xu Yang took down all of them by himself.

"He’s that good?"

"He beat all eight of you?"

"Damn, should have brought guns."

Huang Ze cursed.

Then he asked:

"Do you know why he went up the mountain?"

Ahua shook his head and replied while clutching his face:

"He threw down his backpack midway. I checked inside; it was some food and a shovel. It felt like he was going to dig something."

"I didn’t really pay attention."

"Digging something?" Huang Ze’s brows furrowed, "What is there to dig on that mountain?"

"What could it be?"

At that thought, Huang Ze suddenly remembered that they had just killed a smuggler not long ago, who claimed before his death that there was Song Dynasty porcelain hidden in the mountains, but they didn’t listen.

Could it really be that?

"Feels like he really went treasure hunting!" Huang Ze regretted not paying attention earlier.

"Let’s leave this matter be for now; we can revisit it if an opportunity arises."

"This man definitely has a lot of treasures on him."

After pondering for a bit and coming up with nothing, Huang Ze decided to leave it at that for now.

Xu Yang, on the other hand, was not idle.

He had taken photos of the eight thugs at the time, and after returning home, Xu Yang even made a trip to the Police Station, recounted everything, and handed over the photos of the eight men to the police.

To him, that settled the matter.

Next, Xu Yang returned to the farm.

It was as quiet as ever.

On the car, Ma Wen looked at Xu Yang and asked:

"Farm Director, how was your trip to the Himalayas this time, seeing as you didn’t live stream or send any news while playing for several days?"

"Did you go somewhere else for fun?"

Hearing Ma Wen’s question, Xu Yang waved his hand dismissively and replied:

"Don’t mention it, nothing much."

"Just played a bit of baseball."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and said no more.