My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 569 - 568: Which Hand Did You Use to Hurt Someone?

Chapter 569: Chapter 568: Which Hand Did You Use to Hurt Someone?

The pedestrian street intersection was surrounded by people, and dozens of cars were stuck here, continuously honking their horns.

When Shao Zifeng and the others arrived, the place was packed, three layers inside and three layers outside, and arguing voices were continuously emerging.

"He hit someone and won’t even apologize; does he think this is his own country?"

"He must apologize, apologize. With so many of us here, are we afraid of him?"

"Call the police; he injured someone, and we can’t let him off easy!"

Yu Xiaoyu, who was being supported by Li Yiren, became excited at the scene, drunkenly waving her arms and following behind, shouting, "Apologize, apologize...hic~"

"Yiyi, let me go, he must...apologize!"

Yu Xiaoyu struggled to squeeze in, but Li Yiren firmly held on to her, "Teacher Xiaoyu, slow down... Captain, should we leave first?"

Shao Zifeng, who had been smelling alcohol all afternoon, was somewhat tipsy at this point, and he felt an impulse to join the excited crowd under the traffic lights.

He glanced at the swaying Yu Xiaoyu, shook his head vigorously, and said to the others, "Since the police have been called, let’s head back..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when two screams came from the crowd.

Two African American youths were surrounded by the crowd, smirking at the people who were cursing them, one shaking his fist and saying in English, "What are these yellow-skinned trash yelling about? It’s so annoying."

The other, a shorter, stockier African American, clutching his wrist, said, "Shit, doesn’t matter what they’re yelling about, the bitch actually dared to bite me."

As he spoke, he suddenly lifted his foot and kicked towards the stomach of the girl lying on the ground.

Bang!

The girl was kicked onto her side on the ground. She curled up in pain, whimpering, with her disheveled black hair sticking to her bloodstained face, presenting a ghastly sight.

"What are you doing!!"

A young man in a suit dropped his briefcase and charged, swinging his fist in anger at the shorter, stockier African American who had struck the girl.

The stockier man gave a playful smile, revealing his white teeth. He sidestepped the punch from the man in the suit, and a fleeting dark gray luster sparkled in his eyes.

Bang!

The charging man in the suit suddenly arched his back as his clothing burst open, revealing the white shirt underneath.

Thump!

Before the disbelieving eyes of the crowd, the man in the suit clutched his stomach and slowly knelt down. Black-framed glasses slid off his face, cracking upon impact, followed by drops of crimson blood falling upon the lenses.

The short, stocky African American flicked his hand dismissively, "Trash is trash."

The taller African American frowned, "Floyd, we’re here to compete, don’t go too far."

"Got it," Floyd replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, "Gabriel, you saw it too. It was him crashing into my fist. You have to testify for me."

Such behavior provoked even greater anger from the onlookers, and five or six middle-aged men charged forward, fists raised.

Floyd’s eyes turned icy, the dark gray gleam in his eyes intensifying, his arm reflecting a metallic sheen under the streetlight as he swung it toward the face of the lead man.

The man saw the fist growing in his field of vision and showed a look of horror, frozen in place.

Floyd imagined the sequence of events that would follow and a grim smile crept across his face.

Clang!

Just then, a large hand covered in rock grabbed his wrist, emitting a grating sound of metal on stone, sparks flying in all directions.

"Combat Training Master! It’s the Combat Training Master!! Quick, call the Abnormal Administration Bureau!"

Seeing the sparks fly, the onlookers knew what was happening, screaming as they backed away, taking out their phones to record videos from a distance.

Floyd blinked at the rocky hand, then turned his head to see a new figure beside him.

Shao Zifeng, with his amber vertical pupils, looked indifferently at the stocky African American, while Beibei perched on his shoulder, swishing her long tail back and forth.

"Which hand did the harm?"

"Weht?" Floyd was initially puzzled but then realized his hand was still being gripped. He tried pulling it free, only to find that the stony hand clamped around his wrist like a vise.

Instantly, Floyd was both embarrassed and annoyed, his dark face seeming to grow even darker, "Damn it, let go of me!"

As he spoke, he violently drove his knee toward Shao Zifeng’s chest.

A burst of crimson flames erupted from Shao Zifeng’s eyes as phantom dragon scales emerged at the corners, causing the rocky layers covering his hands to crack and release intense flames.

"Ah!!!"

Floyd cried out in agony, his eyes filled with horror as he watched his own wrist start to melt, "Gabriel, it was me, just me, aaahhh!"

The tall black man, surrounded by three assailants, let out a roar, "Back off!"

Hiss—

Xiang Nan stepped forward with a cold expression, his dagger deftly grazing Gabriel’s wrist, but it only sparked as if scraping against steel.

His complexion changed, his eyes turning a ghastly white as wisps of dark energy emerged around him.

Spurt!

Even with his ghostly attributes making him immune to some physical damage, Xiang Nan was still sent flying by the force.

On the other side, Li Yiming and Casar exchanged glances and flanked their target from left and right, viciously kicking at his chest.

Bang, bang!

Two dull sounds were heard, but Gabriel was unshaken. A hint of disdain flashed in his grey-black eyes as he reached out and grabbed their ankles.

Casar and his companion internally cursed their luck, but it was too late.

Gabriel’s muscles bulged on his arms as he lifted the two and flung them away, "I said back off!"

Crash!

One after the other, they smashed through the windows of a shop on the street, causing a series of startled cries from within.

After doing all this, Gabriel twisted his neck and flashed a sinister smile at Shao Zifeng.

Clang!

Just then, an iron pipe struck Gabriel in the head from behind, bending into his shape from the force.

Turning in anger, Hu Shiwu offered an awkward smile and then took off running.

As he ran, he glanced back and tauntingly called out, "Come chase me, catch me and I’ll give you a heh! Heh! Heh!"

"Shorty, you stop right there!" Gabriel, enraged like a bull, charged after Hu Shiwu, causing the onlookers to scatter in all directions.

The flames in Shao Zifeng’s hands gradually died down, his palm sinking into Floyd’s wrist, with molten metal dripping down continuously, hissing as it hit the ground.

Golden-red vertical pupils swept over the two bodies lying on the ground. The blood on the girl’s face had started to dry. She was wearing a school uniform, looking rather young.

At that moment, Li Yiren was dressing their wounds. The intensity of the conflict had roused Yu Xiaoyu, who was now waveringly assisting.

Shao Zifeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the flames in his pupils burning fiercer as he opened them again.

He looked coldly at Floyd, who was kneeling and begging.

"I’ll ask one more time, which hand did the harm."

Confronted with Shao Zifeng’s indifferent face, Floyd was nearly in tears.

Big brother, I can’t understand what you’re saying.

Can we speak English, please?

(PS: Take note, this isn’t just showing off; it’s an important foreshadowing.)