dmims Chapter 30 The enemy not only refused to surrender
Chapter 30 The enemy not only refused to surrender
"So, what should we do next?" Seeing Mu Wanqing's childlike, boastful look, the worry in his heart vanished instantly, and he turned to look at Russell with a smile.
"Should I go and kill them all?" Mu Wanqing volunteered.
"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? With Lady Mu in charge of the headquarters, I can handle this kind of menial work." Russell pressed down the eager Mu Wanqing, telling her to take the compliments with a grain of salt and not get carried away.
After instructing Mu Wanqing to protect Madam Su's family, Russell walked out of the courtyard and disappeared into the moonlight.
In the alley outside the courtyard, the moonlight was cut off by the high walls, casting large shadows.
Scarface, triangular-eyed, and skinny were gathered in the corner, staring at the tightly closed wooden door of the Sun family's courtyard.
"Damn it, finally finished shopping! What a dawdling!" Scarface stretched his stiff neck, his eyes growing increasingly fierce.
The fat man with triangular eyes spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground: "Once we get our hands on her, we're going to give that bitch a good beating! My legs are killing me from following her all this time!"
The skinny monkey hesitated, then whispered, "Big brother, second brother, is it just the three of us? There are at least four people in that courtyard. What if we start fighting and make a scene, alerting the neighbors? Wouldn't that be terrible?"
"No need for that trouble," Scarface scoffed, carefully pulling a two-inch-long, dark bamboo tube, about the thickness of a little finger, from his pocket. He weighed it smugly in his hand. "Watch closely. Last time I did a good job, the elder rewarded me with a divine sleep. Just light this smoke, and even a god will fall asleep instantly. Once everyone inside is sound asleep, they'll be at our mercy. We can do whatever we want with them, move whatever we want!"
"That's good then." Skinny Monkey was immediately relieved upon hearing this; things given by an elder were never bad. A lewd smile appeared on his face: "Shall we make our move as soon as the lights in their room go out?"
"Hmm," Scarface nodded, a sinister glint in his eyes, "I'll say it again, the woman is yours, and that pretty boy is mine."
"..."
Grass!
"who!?"
Hearing the noise above them, the three of them trembled violently, their hair stood on end, and they looked up abruptly.
Under the cold moonlight, a figure in white had silently appeared atop the wall. His robes fluttered in the night wind, and his face, half-lit and half-shadowed by the moonlight, showed no emotion, only a pair of eyes that shone with an astonishing brightness, coldly looking down at them.
Russell is completely numb right now.
He initially thought that the three men were lusting after Mu Wanqing, but he never expected that they had studied in Chengdu.
This is absolutely outrageous!
"I misjudged you!" Scarface's expression changed drastically, but his reaction was extremely fast. He drew the short knife from his waist, stomped his foot on the ground, sending pebbles flying, and pounced on Russell like a hungry tiger!
He was a burly man, and his lunge created a faint gust of wind, clearly indicating that he not only practiced external martial arts but also cultivated considerable internal strength, making him a respectable figure in the martial arts world.
The triangular-eyed man and the skinny man also launched their attacks simultaneously. The former, wielding a dagger, flanked Russell from the left, while the latter flicked his wrist, sending three iron caltrops flying in a triangular formation from bottom to top towards Russell.
The three worked together seamlessly, clearly having been accustomed to committing such murder and robbery.
On the wall, Russell merely curled his lip.
What were these guys thinking? He stood there, dressed in white under the moonlight, hands behind his back. His appearance and aura made him seem like the perfect template for a mysterious master or a mysterious expert from a storybook.
If a normal person from the martial arts world saw him, they wouldn't necessarily bow down in worship, but they should at least know how to behave and assess their own capabilities.
These three guys, instead of running away, actually tried to fight back.
He even went to the trouble of adjusting the angle so that the moonlight would just illuminate half of his face, spending so much time posing...
Russell's mischievous whim was interrupted, and he suddenly felt utterly bored.
He immediately moved his feet, and his figure suddenly blurred.
Scarface felt a blur before his eyes, his all-out slash missed its mark, and before he could stop the momentum, a hand was already pressed against his chest.
"Bang!"
As if struck by a heavy hammer, Scarface flew backward and crashed hard into the earthen wall of the opposite alley. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, slid softly to the ground, and the short knife in his hand clattered to the ground. He slumped down.
The short, fat man with triangular eyes was approaching from the left. Upon seeing this, he was completely stunned. His hand holding the dagger froze in mid-air, unable to move forward or backward, his mind blank.
Russell appeared in front of him in an instant, casually waving his right hand.
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap across the face.
Without uttering a sound, he was sent flying like a spinning top, spun horizontally, and crashed into the hard alley wall with a "thud," then bounced to the ground. Half of his face was swollen, and he spat out a mouthful of broken teeth mixed with blood and foam.
The skinny monkey's caltrops all missed their mark. Seeing that things were not going well, he turned around to run away, but he had only just turned around and taken a step when Russell threw a stone that hit him right in the back of the knee. He suddenly lost his strength in the back of his right knee and fell forward uncontrollably.
From the moment he made his move to subduing the three men, it took only two breaths.
Russell tossed the three men aside, disgustedly wiped his right hand—the one that had hit Scarface—and, hands on his hips, asked, "Tell me, who are you? What sects do you belong to? Which elder are you?"
Despite the excruciating pain in his chest and abdomen, Scarface struggled to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly: "Young hero! Young hero, spare our lives! We... we were simply blinded by lust, without any sect or school, and momentarily bewitched, which is why we offended your might! We'll leave now, and never again..."
"You're not being honest." Russell shook his head, interrupting Scarface's flimsy pleas for mercy. He stretched out his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, and easily grabbed Scarface's neck, lifting him off the ground like a chicken.
"I'll ask one more time," Russell's voice was calm and even, "Who are they? What sect do they belong to? Who is their elder?"
"Really...really not..." Scarface's face flushed red as he squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth.
"Heh..." Russell sneered and stopped talking nonsense. The Northern Darkness True Qi flowed through his fingertips and into the body, forcefully drilling into the scarred man's meridians and internal organs, grinding them finely.
"Heh...heh heh..." Scarface's eyes bulged out, and his whole body looked like a steamed shrimp. His exposed skin instantly turned a terrifying purplish-red, and his muscles convulsed violently uncontrollably. However, because his neck was being strangled, he could only struggle to a limited extent and could only let out heh heh heaving sounds and intermittent screams.
Russell had just tested this move with Ye Erniang a few days ago, so he was quite familiar with it. Before long, Scarface was completely still, bleeding from all seven orifices, his face twisted and ferocious, and his death was extremely gruesome.
Russell casually tossed the limp corpse to the ground, then clicked his tongue in feigned surprise: "Sorry, I couldn't control myself."
Then, he raised his head and slowly shifted his gaze to the fat man with the triangular eyes and the skinny man. In the moonlight, he grinned, revealing a very kind smile, his clean, even teeth gleaming in the moonlight: "It's your turn, who said that?"