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Chapter 96 - 96 96 With a Shovel in Hand Annihilate Them Completely!

96: Chapter 96: With a Shovel in Hand, Annihilate Them Completely!

96: Chapter 96: With a Shovel in Hand, Annihilate Them Completely!

Bang!

He knocked out the last one with a spade.

Wu Jianguo looked around and roared loudly:

“Come on!

A bunch of little bastards, you really think I’ve gone old?”

“A tiger not showing its might, you think I’m on my death bed?!”

Wu Jianguo held the shovel high, his gaze fierce and malevolent.

On the ground, the steel pipes, batons, crowbars, and the like brought by these men in black lay scattered all around.

“Thought there’d be a bunch of Kings, but turns out you’re just a heap of Bronze!”

Wu Jie gave a wry smile, crouched down, and tore off the mask of one of the knocked-out men in black.

“Damn it!

Combat skills lacking is one thing, fuck, but to be this damn ugly too!”

After delivering a fierce kick, Wu Jie continued to remove the masks from the other men.

Wu Jianguo grabbed some rope, previously used for tying up fat pigs, now for tying up people.

Liao Lan and Zhu Cui also came to help, quickly tying all the knocked-out men in black together in a row.

“Step back!”

Wu Jianguo yelled.

The three instantly got out of the way, and then…

Hiss!

A jet of water sprayed forth fiercely.

The water pump, usually used to clean the yard and the livestock pens, was now being used on people.

The eleven men who had passed out were quickly awakened by the cold well water.

No sooner had Wu Jianguo turned off the water valve than Wu Jie strode forward.

“Damn it!”

“Dare to come and commit violence in my home, I’ll beat the hell out of you!”

Wu Jie swung his shovel round, beating them furiously with all his might.

As long as they didn’t die, he’d beat them to within an inch of their lives!

The group suddenly began screaming miserably, crying out for mercy.

Without interrogating their origins, without forcing the true perpetrator to confess!

Just start with a vicious beating, isn’t that too off-script?

Could it be, Wu Jie didn’t care who was behind it all and just wanted to beat people up?

Screaming…

Howling…

Begging for mercy…

The group, bound and tied, were beaten senseless alive.

All of them with broken bones, arms and legs snapped.

However, Wu Jie’s strikes were measured, avoiding vital areas, so no one would die.

But the pain!

Sizzling…

Cold well water, mercilessly pouring over their battered bodies, was painfully chilling to the bone.

This time, it didn’t take long for someone to bear it no more and start confessing spontaneously.

“Stop the water!

Please!”

“Lord Bao sent us to cripple your whole family!”

…

“You think I didn’t know that?”

Smack!

A shovel swung down, teeth and blood flying together.

Clang, Wu Jie picked up the shovel and went to open the courtyard door.

Not far away, on the road.

Four cars were parked, three SUVs and one van.

Two men, one fat and one thin, were smoking.

The red glow of the cigarettes was striking against the night.

Using the faint moonlight, one could barely make out the man fat as a pig—

who else could it be but Cheng Bao?

The cries of agony from inside the yard drifted out, as if a mournful concerto was playing in the night.

Wu Jie didn’t approach, he weighed the shovel in his hand, standing in the doorway.

As if he had drawn a line in the sand!

Who else but he!

And Cheng Bao was quite speechless.

Eleven of his tough underlings had invaded the yard, and not one escaped unscathed.

The Wu father and son duo, were real tough nuts to crack!

He took a fierce drag on his cigarette, Cheng Bao turned to look at the slightly hunched Master Liu beside him.

Liu Er was well-known in the county for martial arts and passing on his skills, proficient in all aspects.

As Cheng Bao’s father’s health deteriorated, they hired Liu Er to find a feng shui burial site.

To get rid of some business rivals, having Liu Er take action meant certain victory.

So, Cheng Bao had complete confidence in Master Liu.

“These father and son are quite interesting!”

Liu Er narrowed his eyes, his smile devilishly charming as he muttered to himself.

Cheng Bao cursed, “Wu Jianguo used to be an artilleryman, he’s been in battle, and he’s got a hell of a strength, not bad at kung fu either.

My dad and four others got beaten by him like dogs back in the day.”

“That son of a bitch Wu Jie is even tougher.

This afternoon, my seven brothers couldn’t handle him, all of them got their limbs broken, making driving rough.

As a result, we didn’t brake in time on the way and nearly killed Zhu Dacai in a crash, damn bad luck!”

Liu Er stroked his beard and sneered coldly, “He’s still too tender compared to me!”

As soon as his words fell, the cigarette butt flew.

Liu Er’s figure flashed, quickly rushing towards Wu Jie.

Cheng Bao’s eyes lit up, filled with excitement.

“This speed…

it’s even faster than a sprinter!

Master Liu is really incredible!”

At the gate of the courtyard.

Wu Jie’s brows furrowed slightly as he saw a dark shadow rapidly approaching.

“I don’t give a damn who it is, I’ll slap it away with a shovel first!”

Wu Jie put all his strength into it, aimed at the shadow, timed his strike, and swung fiercely.

Bang!!

A dull sound!

Liu Er let out a muffled groan.

Wu Jie was very strong, almost breaking Liu Er’s arms that were put up to block and protect himself.

Not only that, but Wu Jie was relentless, his iron shovel swung with a fierce whoosh.

Feeling the pain, Liu Er dodged back a bit, swiftly pulling out a collapsible stick from his sleeve.

With the stick in hand, his counterattacks came like a tide.

Liu Er was skilled in martial arts, his chopping, jabbing, stabbing, and slashing…

his movements were incredibly fast, flowing like water.

However, the longer the weapon, the stronger it is.

Although Wu Jie’s kung fu was inferior, his iron shovel was longer and more ferocious.

As they fought, he held his own.

“Wow!

Finally, a real expert has come!”

Wu Jianguo roared lowly, swinging his iron spade and charging over.

Father and son, one to the left and one to the right, launched a pincer attack.

In that moment, Wu Jie even switched his skills.

Paralysis!

If I can’t beat you as a professional fighter, then I’ll use the master level!

Suddenly!

Wu Jie, as if aided by the gods, felt a surge in his combat power.

Initially, Liu Er could hold his own against the duo, but soon, he distinctly felt Wu Jie’s onslaught become extremely fierce.

Strength!

Speed!

Technique!

All had become much stronger!

All of a sudden!

Liu Er managed to block Wu Jianguo’s iron spade but was caught off guard, and in a violent move, Wu Jie managed to slash at his back.

With a thud!

The sharp edge of the iron shovel immediately cut a long wound into his back, slicing through both clothes and flesh.

Blood gushed out instantly, narrowly missing Liu Er’s spine.

Only then did Liu Er realize that Wu Jie had murderous intent.

Before, he had been careful not to kill by using slapping and smashing techniques, but now he was swinging his iron shovel, chopping and slashing.

You must understand, on the battlefield when bayonets clashed, the spade was even more effective than a bayonet.

After being used for digging, the edge of the spade becomes extremely sharp.

When swung with force, it’s heavy and fierce, and if it hits, it can kill as easily as cutting down chickens.

Exactly like now.

Liu Er leaped back several steps, feeling a chilling sensation on his back where blood was falling to the ground.

The wound was too long and too deep, pulling at it even with a swing of his arms sent pain tearing through him.

He dared not continue fighting, and with a fierce glare at the father and son, he turned and fled.

“I’ll go after him!”

Wu Jie, clutching his iron shovel, immediately dashed out.

“Don’t let it become a homicide!”

Wu Jianguo quickly cautioned.

Being hit with an iron shovel could at worst cause bone fractures or internal injuries.

But being slashed with it could lead to gushing wounds.

With only this one son, Wu Jianguo did not want Wu Jie to end up with a blood case on his hands.

“Drive quickly!”

Liu Er, desperate to escape, let out a loud yell.

Cheng Bao hurried into the car, leaving the door open so Liu Er could jump in.

But as a result…

Wu Jie was faster, charged forward, and slammed the shovel down on Liu Er’s wounded back.

With a thump.

Liu Er, in agonizing pain, blacked out and crashed to the ground.

With his foot on Liu Er’s back wound, Wu Jie raised the iron shovel toward Cheng Bao.

“Since you’ve come all this way, why not come in for a cup of tea?”