Chapter 8 Who Extorted Whom

Boom! Yu Ziqing kicked the bald man away again, then swung the iron rod in his hand and chopped it down hard on the bald man’s foot.

With a sharp crack, followed by a piercing scream from the bald man, the scream echoed under the dark overpass, sending chills down one’s spine.

Fortunately, the East Bus Station is a mixed bag, with fights breaking out every few days, so no one pays much attention to it; they just go around it when they hear the noise.

Yu Ziqing, however, seemed far from satisfied. His dark eyes shone with an incredibly cold light as he continued to beat the bald man indiscriminately, shouting, “Want to have a good beating? Fine, then have a good beating!”

Back in the day, he was a powerful and influential figure, so much so that even the gods would avoid him. But today, he was ganged up on by a group of thugs. How could Yu Ziqing not be furious?

Seeing the bald man clutching his head and howling on the ground, the already injured thugs finally showed fear in their eyes. They wanted to go forward to save him, but when they remembered Yu Ziqing’s skills and saw the murderous intent on his handsome face, they hesitated and dared not go forward.

They didn’t come forward, but Yu Ziqing wouldn’t let them off the hook. He beat the bald man until he could only crawl on the ground before Yu Ziqing walked step by step toward the thugs.

Yu Ziqing swung his iron rod and approached step by step, exuding an extremely cold killing intent. It was the killing intent that only someone who had truly experienced countless bloody battles and crawled out of piles of corpses possessed. Those thugs were just good at fighting, but had never actually killed anyone.

As Yu Ziqing approached calmly, their legs involuntarily trembled, even more so than Shen Shitong’s earlier. The voluptuous woman tightly clamped her fair thighs together; she felt an urge to urinate.

Seeing that Yu Ziqing was right in front of them, they swung their iron bars at him like cornered beasts, attacking him without any rhyme or reason.

Having come this far, Yu Ziqing showed no mercy. He charged into the crowd like a gust of wind, his iron rod striking anyone he saw. With each strike came a scream and a person fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, all seven thugs were on the ground, each with a broken leg, while the voluptuous woman beneath them, her face pale and covered in makeup, retreated step by step.

Yu Ziqing glanced coldly at the woman and said, “Don’t think I can’t hit women. I’ll hit any slut she’s!”

As he spoke, he kicked the woman in the stomach, and then broke one of her fat legs.

After dealing with those people, Yu Ziqing slowly walked towards Shen Shitong, who was staring at him dumbfounded as if he were a stranger, and the bald man lying next to him.

Yu Ziqing bent down, picked up the knife from the ground, and then walked step by step toward the bald man lying on the ground.

The bald man sensed a murderous aura that sent chills down his spine.

“What do you want to do?” the bald man asked hoarsely, almost hysterically, his fat body trembling with pain as he moved backward, as if that would allow him to avoid Yu Ziqing.

“Don’t want to do anything? Don’t you like using knives? Then let me show you what it’s like to be a knife!” Yu Ziqing squatted down in front of the bald man with a knife in his hand.

That young, handsome scholar’s face had now transformed into a demon’s face in the bald man’s eyes, making him unable to look directly at it and causing him to tremble all over.

“No!” the bald man cried.

“I already said we should settle this once and for all, but you wouldn’t listen. Now it’s too late!” Yu Ziqing said calmly, and suddenly, he plunged the knife in his hand into the bald man’s palm.

“Ah!” The bald man screamed again as blood flowed from the knife, quickly staining his entire hand red.

But Yu Ziqing seemed not to see it at all, casually pulling out the knife. His gaze was cold and indifferent, as if he had long been accustomed to all of this.

The bald man finally sensed the approach of death. This time, he was truly afraid. Compared to those petty thugs, he had seen a bit of the world. He had witnessed the murderous gaze of Bearded Brother, the boss of the East District, and that gaze was just like that of the seemingly refined young man before him.

Cold and heartless!

“Big brother, spare me! Big brother, spare me!” Seeing Yu Ziqing calmly pick up the knife again, the bald man cried out, “Money, money, I’ll give you money, please don’t cripple my hand!”

A strange glint flashed in Yu Ziqing’s deep eyes. Then, he reached out and patted the bald man’s chubby cheeks, smiling as he said, “You offered to give me this money of your own accord!”

“Yes, yes, it’s our way of showing our respect to you!” The bald man, with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice. His hands trembled as he pulled a wallet from his pocket and quickly drew out five large red bills and some change.

“It seems like you just asked me to bring a certain amount of money? How much did it go up to later?” Yu Ziqing stuffed the money into his pocket and then slowly played with the small knife.

“What the hell are you all standing there for? Do you expect me to take it myself?” The bald man shuddered, then turned around and yelled at the group of thugs on the ground.

The thugs hurriedly, with tearful faces, scrambled to deliver the money to Yu Ziqing.

Watching Yu Ziqing stuff the colorful RMB notes, worth at least two or three thousand yuan, into his pocket, Shen Shitong rubbed his eyes frantically, muttering to himself, “God, am I dreaming? What kind of world is this? Good students at university and researchers at research institutes are now extorting protection money from the underworld!”

After taking the money, Yu Ziqing seemed unsatisfied and continued to play with the knife, his gaze casually sweeping over the thick necklace on the bald man’s thick neck and the glittering gold bracelet on his wrist.

The bald man shuddered again, then obediently took off his necklace and bracelet. The thugs, without his permission, quickly followed suit and removed theirs as well.

When the buck-toothed man handed over the necklace, he stammered, “Big…big…hand…cell phone, do you want to take it?”

Yu Ziqing patted the buck-toothed man’s shoulder and squinted, saying, “Of all these people, you’re the smartest, so you don’t need a cell phone.”

Brother Bucktooth was so flattered that tears streamed down his face as he cried, “Big brother, please be gentle, my leg hurts.”

Yu Ziqing glanced at the buck-toothed man’s thigh, then lifted his leg up with one hand. The buck-toothed man was so scared that he almost wet his pants and almost forgot that his leg hurt. Yu Ziqing exerted force, and with a crack, the buck-toothed man’s scream echoed under the overpass, making people’s hearts jump.

“Huh, no, it doesn’t hurt anymore!” The buck-toothed man landed on his foot again and was pleasantly surprised to find that his foot was healed.

Seeing this, everyone stared expectantly at Yu Ziqing, hoping he would do the same to them. However, Yu Ziqing didn’t even glance at them, and pulled Shen Shitong, who was still gaping in disbelief, away.