Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 609 - 605: My Legs, No Strength Left

Chapter 609: Chapter 605: My Legs, No Strength Left

He had thought that after last time’s incident, especially after the lesson he had given at the end, the man would be full of fear towards him and would avoid him on sight!

"What... what are you trying to do?"

Upon hearing Xiao Yi’s voice, the drunk finally snapped out of his endless fear and focused his eyes on Xiao Yi’s face, which was now completely overtaken by fear; his legs began to tremble.

Regardless of whether these subordinates were actually beaten up by this young man in front of him, clearly, he was involved somehow.

At that moment, his thin but rather delicate face seemed to be nothing less than a terrifying devil in his eyes.

"It seems that the last lesson wasn’t enough for you, daring to come back for revenge?"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Yi’s mouth as he slowly stepped toward him; while moving forward, he casually flicked his toe and picked up a steel bar that had dropped from the group of men, easily grasping it in his hand.

"You... don’t come any closer... This time, it has nothing to do with me, we... we’re just taking money to ward off disasters for others!"

The drunk looked at Xiao Yi’s expression and his movements, and involuntarily began retreating backwards, his face filled with panic and fear as he spoke tremblingly.

"Oh?"

When he heard the drunk claim that he wasn’t the one seeking revenge, a look of surprise involuntarily appeared on Xiao Yi’s face, and he paused in his steps.

When he first saw this drunk, he had already had no intention of saying anything further, fully convinced this incident was orchestrated by the man as retaliation for not taking the previous lesson seriously. Unexpectedly, from his words, it seemed not to be the case?

This instantly piqued his immense interest.

"It’s true... really not me... it was Third Young Master Zhao’s men who found us, gave us money, and said they wanted to teach you a lesson. I truly didn’t know it was you beforehand, so I came. If I had known it was you, I’d be dead before I’d dare to mess with you. I’ve already learned my lesson from you, certainly knowing how formidable you are. Isn’t that right?"

Seeing Xiao Yi pause, the drunk quickly became anxious in his excuses, his face showing an immensely pleading expression.

Was it really not his doing?

Looking at the drunk’s expression, which seemed not to be feigned, surprise again crossed Xiao Yi’s face. But who was this Third Young Master Zhao? He couldn’t think of anyone he had offended by that name.

Could it be Zhao Hu from the Four Young Evil Masters?

That seems unlikely, doesn’t it?

After the Gao Family had completely fallen, taking down the rest of the families within the Four Young Evil Masters, Zhao Hu’s family, although slightly involved with the Zhao Family, seemed to be barely surviving, but he should now be preoccupied with saving his own skin, shouldn’t he?

Regarding other people named Zhao? He didn’t seem to have offended anyone else either.

After rapidly going through the possibilities in his mind, Xiao Yi was still clueless. His gaze returned to the drunk, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. Did this idiot really thinks he was an idiot too?

Had nothing to do with him?

If he had known it was him, he wouldn’t dare seek revenge?

Was he blind? Had he not seen him all this time? Even after seeing him, he still let his men attack... and... it seemed like he was quite enjoying their aggression just a moment ago...

"Young hero, please, give me a chance. I really didn’t mean to come find you. Even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn’t dare to bother you..."

The drunk, completely missing the expression at the corner of Xiao Yi’s mouth, fell to his knees in a blur, pleading earnestly.

"Tell me, what’s this about Third Young Master Zhao?"

A mocking smile played on Xiao Yi’s lips as he stopped dead in his tracks, his tone seemingly becoming a bit more amicable.

"It’s like this, that Third Young Master Zhao..."

The drunk, sensing Xiao Yi’s tone relaxing, seemed genuinely moved and immediately began to spill everything about Third Young Master Zhao, even including hearsay he was not sure about, clarifying it all plainly.

Not far off, inside a BMW.

"Third Young Master, that guy from the Northeast, Zhang Wanxiong, is a real piece of work! To save his own skin, he sold you out!"

The young man with short hair cursed fiercely, his face full of anger.

"Snap!"

With his long hair draped over his shoulders, Third Young Master Zhao’s hand harshly slapped the steering wheel, his expression darkening immensely.

"Zhang... Wan... Xiong!"

Faintly hearing the intermittent voices of a drunkard not far away, he ground his teeth and repeated these three words one by one, his eyes seemingly shooting flames.

"Thir... Third... Master, he... He seems to have spotted us!"

Just as his words fell, the youth beside him suddenly shuddered and spoke with a trembling voice.

Hearing the young man’s words, Third Young Master Zhao’s body stiffened fiercely, no longer cursing Zhang Botao, and his gaze quickly turned to the direction he had been watching.

At this glance, his body shuddered violently, as if he had suddenly been placed in a frozen snowy field.

The familiar and handsome face that he saw had, unknowingly, turned their gaze in their direction. Contrary to having a devil-like ferocious and cruel expression, there was a slight smile on that handsome face.

However, this faint smile, in his eyes, felt even more terrifying than those hideous, detestable devil-like expressions!

"Go... go..."

Almost in the instant he turned around, Third Young Master Zhao’s hand swiftly reached out, turned the key, and started the car, his mind filled only with the thought to leave, to leave immediately, as quickly and as far as possible...

As if delaying even slightly would allow that terrifying devil-like figure to chase after them...

But when he tried to step on the accelerator to start the car, he found that his foot had, at some unknown time, become completely weak and powerless, completely unable to muster any strength, and moreover, it was shaking continuously. He glanced at the youth beside him with a cry in his voice and hoarsely said, "Hu, quickly, press on my foot, I’ve got no strength left."

Finally, with a strong push by the young man next to him, he fiercely stomped on the accelerator, and the car sped away in a cloud of smoke.

It wasn’t until they had driven through several streets and were sure that they could no longer see any part of the earlier scene from the rearview mirror that Third Young Master Zhao and the youth next to him breathed a sigh of relief, their feet gradually regaining some normalcy.

In the moment they regained normalcy, they suddenly realized that their car window had been two-thirds closed all along, with only a small crack open, and their window was one-way visible; they could see outside from the car, but from the outside, no one could see inside...

Then...

Had he worried for nothing just now? The young man named Xiao couldn’t possibly have seen them?

Realizing this, both of their faces involuntarily showed a look of astonishment, their faces momentarily heating up and unconsciously turning red. Both of them lowered their heads, neither daring to speak.

Third Young Master Zhao?

Interesting, quite interesting...

Watching the BMW disappear into the distance, Xiao Yi’s fingers involuntarily rose and touched his nose, his face showing a slightly playful expression.

"Young hero, I’ve told you all I know now."

The drunkard finally finished telling everything he knew, his face once again showing a pleading look as he turned to Xiao Yi, seemingly asking if he could now leave.

"Hmm, I understand."

Listening to the drunkard’s voice, Xiao Yi’s gaze moved away from the direction where the BMW had disappeared and turned back to the drunkard, his face showing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. At the same time, his hand harshly brought down a steel bar onto the drunkard’s arm.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of breaking bone, an extremely miserable scream instantly erupted.

........................

"Bang!"

In the facility-equipped, best and most expensive student dormitory building at Z University, famously known as the wealthy dormitory, inside an apartment almost arranged like a hotel, the crisp sound of "bang" rang out, and an exquisite glass tumbler instantly shattered into pieces, becoming part of the already chaotic room and blending more harmoniously with the current state of the room.

A young man still dressed in a professional sports outfit, with a quite handsome face, had an expression so sullen it could almost drip ink. His eyes were bloodshot, as though venting the anger and resentment seething inside him.

This young man was none other than the Junior Brother Zhang from the School of Mechanical Engineering, who had just stormed off the sports field—Zhang Botao! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qi Dian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)