Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 381 - 383: Aren’t You Very Awesome?

Chapter 381: Chapter 383: Aren’t You Very Awesome?

Chapter 383: You Think You’re So Tough?

In the end, both of them started off so violently that their faces almost swelled up, and they really couldn’t withstand the long-time beating.

Kneeling on the ground, the junior cop slowly crawled to Lin Zifeng’s feet, crying and shouting, "I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for being young and naive, easily deceived and misled. It was Liu San who forced me to do this; I never had any disrespect for you. I didn’t even know you before, not to mention any deep-seated hatred like a ’Blood Sea.’ Please, big brother, let me go this time. If there’s ever anything I can do for you, I’ll be there at your beck and call, blame Liu San!"

When Liu San heard this, a great fire of resentment that had been smoldering inside him flared up; he pointed at the junior cop and roared, "Bullshit! When did I ever mislead you? You’re nothing but a dog, coming when called and leaving when sent away."

The junior cop’s eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Liu San. Now that Liu San had lost his influence and had no backing, he was no longer afraid of him.

Suddenly standing up, he charged at Liu San, bellowing, "Fuck your mother! If it wasn’t for you tempting me with a promotion, would I have done such a thing?"

Liu San was also enraged; pointing at the junior cop, he cursed, "You’re just a dog! You bite whoever you’re told to bite? Don’t you have a brain?"

The people around them immediately stepped back, sensing that the two were about to come to blows.

As for Lin Zifeng, he was all too familiar with such dog-eat-dog situations; he didn’t want to get involved but watched quietly as they tore at each other.

Spurred on by Liu San’s insults, the junior cop finally snapped.

Raising his fists, he rushed at Liu San, intent on hitting him.

And Liu San, no shrinking violet himself, didn’t care about the other’s status; he confronted the junior cop, and they quickly tangled up together, wrestling and biting.

In an instant, the two of them were entwined like a spider’s web, fighting fiercely and savagely.

At first, both were strong, with punches that drew blood, cursing continuously while they didn’t forget to insult each other’s mothers as they fought.

Soon enough, they were both battered and bruised, their noses bleeding as if it were raining, making a mess of the entire cramped shed.

Everyone scattered to avoid being caught up in the mess.

At first, Lin Zifeng thought they were putting on a show of inflicting pain upon themselves, pretending to fight to win over his forgiveness.

But in the end, he realized that the two were genuinely in a heated fight, growing more and more ferocious.

They were going at it fist-to-flesh, pulling hair, scratching genitals, using every dirty trick in the book on each other.

Until their strength gradually ebbed away.

After a while, neither had much strength left, and they started using underhanded tactics.

Pulling hair, kicking groins, pinching eyeballs, poking eyes—no tactic was off-limits.

Not until the junior cop landed a kick in Liu San’s groin, sending him keeling over in agony, his eyes nearly popping out from the pain.

In the end, Lin Zifeng and everyone else present were baffled to see that, taking advantage of the junior cop’s moment of slack, Liu San had actually grabbed the junior cop’s testicles, his eyes bulging as he bellowed, "Do you yield? Do you yield?"

But before Liu San could revel in his triumph, the junior cop, not to be outdone, grabbed hold of Liu San’s hair and pulled ferociously, screaming, "Let go! Let the fuck go! If you don’t let go, I’ll rip out all of your hair!"

"Ahh!" Liu San cried out in anguish, "I won’t let go! If you don’t release, I swear I’ll crush your balls!"

"If you dare crush my balls, I’ll pluck you bald, leave you a hairless freak!"

The junior cop too was yelling his lungs out, in agony from having his testicles squeezed.

The onlookers subconsciously felt a chill around their groins, and instinctively clenched their legs together. The scene was indeed making them cringe.

In the end, the junior cop simply couldn’t bear the pain of having his balls squeezed any longer, howling in agony, he began to surrender, raising his hands.

"Trying to fight me, you’re still wet behind the ears, one word from me and you’re dead!" Liu San sneered triumphantly, beating the junior cop seemed to give him an unprecedented sense of achievement.

Only when both of them were tired from fighting did they finally stop.

Watching them gasping heavily like bulls.

Lin Zifeng looked at Liu San, who had gained the upper hand, and laughed, "Liu San, you’re quite tough, aren’t you?"

Liu San’s facial muscles trembled, and he quickly shivered with fear, pointing at the little policeman Dandan who was screaming on the ground, clutching his groin, "He hit me; I had to hit back, right?"

Lin Zifeng, however, just laughed, dismissively saying to the policeman, "You’re a cop after all, and you got beaten by a thug. Do you think this leaves you with any dignity?"

Upon hearing this, the policeman instantly perked up.

Lin Zifeng continued, "I’m giving you a chance now. I’ll let you go slap Liu San hard a few times, as hard as you can, until you’re satisfied. I want to see if he dares to fight back."

The policeman instantly brightened up and, without a word, charged at Liu San with arms wide open.

And just as Liu San was about to argue back,

The policeman’s slap landed fiercely on his face.

One slap caused Liu San’s nose to bleed profusely.

As the policeman continued to slap him, he also cursed vehemently, "Hit me? Try hitting me again, see what happens! Damn it! Weren’t you acting all tough just now? Why are you looking like a grandson now? Don’t think that just because I usually call you ’Brother Liu San,’ you can act all mighty in front of me, you’re nothing but a thug, do you understand? You even want to play the boss? I’ll beat your ass dead!"

As he spoke, the policeman started swinging his fists at Liu San, punching and kicking him until he looked like a swollen pig head.

His face swelled up like a steamed bun.

Liu San knelt on his knees, a glint of hatred flashing in his eyes, daring not to resist or fight back. He let the policeman wreak havoc on him, venting his ferocity and violence with no restraint.

Seeing Liu San’s face swollen like a meat bun,

The surrounding people were shocked, all feeling anxious for Liu San.

After a while, Lin Zifeng finally called the policeman to stop.

He motioned to the policeman with his fingers, and the man finally stopped, satisfied.

The thrill of beating Liu San had given the policeman quite a high.

But now Lin Zifeng said, "Liu San, he had his fun hitting you; now it’s your turn. How hard you hit back is up to you." With that,

Lin Zifeng turned away.

At this, the policeman was taken aback.

The policeman, who had been beaten like a dog, was now excitedly almost shouting with joy.

Without a second word, he charged, swinging his big hand and landing blows on the policeman’s face.

The reversal of roles astonished the onlookers once again.

The policeman, who had been beating Liu San a moment ago, now started crying out in pain as Liu San returned the favor.

Liu San had a surge of anger that he couldn’t vent earlier, but now he had the chance.

While hitting the policeman, he yelled, "That’s for hitting me earlier! That’s for hitting, hitting! I bet you enjoyed it, huh?"

The policeman was beaten until he cried out for mercy.

It seemed the feeling of revenge was exhilarating, and Liu San slapped him with increasing enthusiasm.

He stepped on the policeman’s head and spat viciously.

It gave him a sense of vindication.