Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 312 - 312 312 Xiang Yu Appears Like a Ghost

312: Chapter 312 Xiang Yu Appears Like a Ghost 312: Chapter 312 Xiang Yu Appears Like a Ghost Regardless of what was happening outside, Xiao Xuan wouldn’t care; he was only concerned about one thing—whether Xiang Yu would come back or not.

At this moment, in another villa, a man sat leisurely on the sofa smoking a cigarette while facing him was another man with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, looking quite spirited.

This man was none other than Luo Lin, and sitting opposite him was his older brother, Ding Yongwei.

“Big brother, I heard Xiang Yu followed Boss Miao on a mission and died out there,” Luo Lin said with little expression on his face.

“If he’s dead, he’s dead.

Such small fries would die sooner or later.

Even if he didn’t die, I would have killed him,” Ding Yongwei said indifferently.

In his eyes, Xiang Yu was nothing more than a petty nobody.

It was only after following Miao Honglei that he rose in status a little and had some value; otherwise, he was just trash.

One more or one less of this kind of person made no difference.

Seeing that his big brother wasn’t interested in the matter, Luo Lin did not dwell on the topic anymore.

Unaware of the major events happening at home, Xiang Yu was completely oblivious.

Since he arrived in the country from the border, he had walked to a city, and upon seeing its scenic beauty, he couldn’t help but take a little stroll.

He had intended to call Tie Zhuzi, but as his mobile phone was left behind overseas, he couldn’t be bothered to buy a new one; he just wanted to take the opportunity to rest well for the time being.

He wandered around the city, tried some local snacks, which he found quite to his liking, and was in a good mood.

Then he arrived at the public bus station, planning to take the bus back home.

At the station, he saw a captivating figure from behind and couldn’t help but touch the girl’s behind, thoroughly indulging himself.

However, when the girl turned around, her odd face frightened Xiang Yu, and he ran off in a flash.

Indeed, what looked tempting from the back was horrifying from the front; he truly felt that firsthand.

While on the bus, he saw a pickpocket attempting to boldly steal a wallet from a sleeping young man.

Without a word, he slapped the thief twice right on the spot.

The thief pulled out a knife and threatened Xiang Yu, telling him to not meddle in other people’s business.

Then the thief’s accomplice stood up from one side, aiming to give Xiang Yu a lesson.

The passengers on the bus, scared, all hid in their seats, and no one dared to come forward.

Xiang Yu, without another word, came forward and with a few more slaps, knocked the two men to the floor, and then threw them right out the window.

The two men’s brazenness indicated they probably had done many bad things.

Xiang Yu didn’t care about their lives; besides, if nothing unexpected happened, they likely wouldn’t be in any mortal danger.

Yet the passengers looked at Xiang Yu with peculiar eyes as if, in their view, he was more dangerous than the two pickpockets.

Xiang Yu didn’t expect anyone to thank him and then fell asleep in the seat.

He slept until around half-past eight that night until the bus driver woke him up.

“Brother, this is your stop; time to get off,” the driver said politely.

He’d witnessed the whole scene of Xiang Yu dealing with the thief and admired him greatly.

Xiang Yu muttered a thank you, disembarked, and took a car straight to his villa.

However, before he even reached the villa, he could already hear loud cries from afar.

The driver, after dropping off Xiang Yu, didn’t dare ask for payment, and immediately drove away.

From a distance of fifty meters, Xiang Yu saw two groups fighting in front of his villa.

One side had the numerical advantage and were quite boisterous, whereas the other side only seemed to be on the receiving end of the beating.

One man stood tall atop a car, laughing heartily as if he was having a great time—this person was Yang Ming.

At the moment, Yang Ming was commanding his brothers to beat up Tie Zhuzi and his group.

At this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of achievement, “Here I am the boss, my word is law, whoever I say to hit, we hit.”

“Boys, focus and beat up that tall guy for me, I think he’s the most disobedient one here,” Yang Ming pointed at Tie Zhuzi and laughed heartily.

By now, Tie Zhuzi was surrounded by several people.

He wanted to break through to Yang Ming and teach him a lesson, but there were too many opponents, and he simply couldn’t get through.

At this time, Xiao Xuan was still sitting there, unmoved by the earth-shattering changes outside, maintaining his statue-like state.

“Yang Ming, if I don’t beat you to death today, then I’m no longer called Tie Zhuzi,” Tie Zhuzi shouted angrily, intimidating those around him with his imposing manner.

However, they could not retreat; outnumbering him, they had to keep Tie Zhuzi restrained.

Xiang Yu returned just in time to witness this scene.

He walked up to the scene at a leisurely pace and pushed through the crowd towards a car in the front.

“Don’t push, what are you shoving for, you’ll get your chance to hit someone soon enough.

Today, we will definitely crush them, avenging our previous shame,” one of them complained, obviously dissatisfied with Xiang Yu squeezing towards the inside.

However, when he saw Xiang Yu’s face, he felt it looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But he didn’t think much of it and continued to watch the motion in front of him, ready to strike at any moment.

Xiang Yu approached the car, then climbed onto it as well.

Standing behind Yang Ming, he patted his shoulder and asked, “What’s going on today?”

“What do you mean what’s going on, can’t you see we’re in the middle of…” Yang Ming turned his head excitedly to Xiang Yu, only for his excitement to suddenly freeze on his face.

Yang Ming stared dumbfounded at Xiang Yu for a full five seconds before suddenly collapsing onto the car, scared out of his wits.

“Ghost, ghost, you must be a ghost…” Yang Ming, frightened, prepared to get up and run, but before he could jump off the car, Xiang Yu grabbed his collar and lifted him up.

At this point, the people around also started looking this way.

When they saw their big brother held up by Xiang Yu, they were all dumbfounded, wondering just who this guy was.

It was not clear who said it was Xiang Yu, but upon hearing the name, everyone on the scene opened their mouths in shock.

They had been told by Yang Ming that Xiang Yu was dead, blown up by a tank on the outside, so how could he possibly appear here out of the blue?

Now the most excited person was Tie Zhuzi standing in the distance; the big man was so stirred up, he was close to tears.

“Brother Yu!” Tie Zhuzi summoned all his strength and shouted, his voice booming.

With the Internal Cultivation Methods that Tie Zhuzi had practiced for twenty years, his shout could be heard hundreds of meters away.

Xiao Xuan, sitting in the hall, suddenly trembled all over.

Even as composed as he was, he couldn’t help but dash out quickly.

Upon seeing Xiang Yu, he smiled like a child; he just knew Brother Yu would be fine.

“Bro, you’re back,” Xiao Xuan called out suddenly, his voice filled with concern for Xiang Yu and joy upon his return.

“I’m back,” Xiang Yu replied with a hearty laugh.

“Big brother is back.”

“Big brother isn’t dead, this is great, at last he’s returned.”

At this moment, Xiang Yu’s men all sprang to life, the previous listlessness swept away.

Now they were filled with strength, ready to let off some steam…