Chapter 10 Retribution

Hua Shanfei's men were all local thugs who hadn't received any formal training. They relied entirely on their inherent hooliganism in a fight. If they gained the upper hand, they were naturally fierce and imposing, but once at a disadvantage, they collapsed like a landslide. Little Ning, after receiving a few heavy kicks from Fang Senyan, immediately lost his fighting spirit in pain. He cried and groaned, scrambling to escape, but Fang Senyan caught up from behind, mercilessly swung the iron bar, and smashed it heavily on the back of his head!

"This is for Sanzai."

Fang Senyan said coldly.

Little Ning's expression froze instantly, and then his entire body lurched forward, collapsing, paralyzed, convulsing, his life rapidly leaving his body.

Fang Senyan's eyes were cold, and he licked his lips with bloodlust, sneering as he walked out. He had seen through all of Shabi's arrangements, which meant that only two enemies remained in the entire building! As Fang Senyan strode forward, his solid, muscular frame rippled beneath the torn tank top, involuntarily reminding one of a ferocious leopard patrolling its territory!

Shabi and his remaining man ran into Fang Senyan at the entrance to a workshop.

Or, to be more precise, Fang Senyan cornered them at the entrance to the workshop.

Although Shabi's name contained the character for "fool," he was not foolish at all. "Fool" was just a facade he used. When he saw the blood-stained steel pipe in Fang Senyan's hand, smeared with even sparse black hair, he knew that Beer Hua and Little Ning were probably in dire straits. What chilled Shabi even more was that, despite the rumors of Fang Senyan having suffered a gunshot wound to the stomach, the guy in front of him looked so cold, fierce, and sturdy that he didn't even have a scratch on his skin. How could he look like someone who was injured?

"Playing the fool to trap the tiger?" The phrase involuntarily surfaced in Shabi's mind. But he couldn't understand Fang Senyan's purpose! And from the looks of it now, this whole affair seemed to be a huge conspiracy from beginning to end. If Fang Senyan had such cunning and skill, he could almost be considered a top-tier figure in the underworld. How could such a guy be content to work as a deckhand on a broken fishing boat?

Many thoughts flashed through Shabi's mind, but Fang Senyan had already resolved to finish the battle quickly. How could he let this opportunity pass? He silently took a step forward and swung the steel pipe straight at them! The dark, blood-stained steel pipe emitted a muffled "hum" in the air, showing the power behind the strike.

The man Shabi brought with him was naturally his confidant. Although nicknamed "Soft Rice Kai," he was actually a ruthless character. Seeing Fang Senyan attack, he immediately and unhesitatingly swung the steel pipe he was carrying to block. But the block numbed his palm, while Fang Senyan continued to swing the steel pipe wildly and continuously, like a storm!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!" The continuous ringing of metal echoed as Fang Senyan smashed down without any regard for reason, causing even the usually ruthless Soft Rice Kai to feel a genuine sense of fear. He was already gripping the steel pipe with both hands, but his hands were numb. He was now merely swinging and parrying on instinct. Suddenly, Fang Senyan delivered a forceful downward smash! The wind whistled sharply, and with a crisp "clang," Soft Rice Kai cried out in pain as blood flowed from the tiger's mouth of his hand holding the steel pipe. But the iron pipe in Fang Senyan's hand snapped in two at a point of rust!

In any battle, accidents happen. These are called variables. No one can predict when a variable will come or go, but those who can seize the variable in time and turn it into an advantage can often achieve final victory. Therefore, if Soft Rice Kai had seized this great opportunity to counterattack, he might have actually succeeded. But Fang Senyan didn't give him a chance to breathe. He casually hurled the half of the iron pipe he was holding, and then took a heavy step forward!

The timing of this step was exquisite, precisely at the moment when Soft Rice Kai wanted to attack but hadn't yet made a move! If a grown man wants to swing a stick, he can't clamp his legs together like a sissy in a skirt; he must have a motion of sinking his waist and advancing. And with Fang Senyan's step forward, his entire body had moved forward rapidly, and his right leg had inserted itself between Soft Rice Kai's open legs. The distance between the two men was immediately reduced to almost negligible, and they could even feel each other's breath on their faces!

Before Soft Rice Kai could recover, Fang Senyan had cleanly and efficiently buried his head! His hard forehead slammed into Soft Rice Kai's nose. This move was not a repeat performance for Fang Senyan; it was practically second nature. Soft Rice Kai screamed in agony, instinctively dropping the steel pipe in his hand to cover his nose, while Fang Senyan grinned cruelly. His right leg, inserted between Soft Rice Kai's legs, had been gathering strength, bent, and thrust upwards!

This vicious knee strike lifted Soft Rice Kai half a meter into the air. Dark red blood spurted from his mouth, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. An elbow strike, sweeping horizontally, followed immediately, producing a muffled thud of violent collision, directly sweeping his dying body away, sending it rolling and crashing into a pile of iron fences, creating a loud crash. Then, it slowly slid down from above, leaving behind a tragic trail of crimson!

Only then did Fang Senyan turn around, wipe the blood splashed on his face, and his eyes seemed to be burning. But his voice was as calm as a windless sea, and he calmly said to Shabi behind him:

"Don't worry, it's your turn soon."

At this time, Fang Senyan was not without injuries. There were two intersecting wounds on his back, each over a foot long, forming an irregular "x" shape. The edges of the wounds clearly showed the everted red flesh, and they were quite horrific and tragic. The blood flowing from the wounds had dyed the torn elastic vest on his back crimson. When Fang Senyan launched the storm-like attack on Soft Rice Kai, Shabi wasn't dead. He silently swung his knife wildly from behind. Fang Senyan dodged a few times based on instinct, but was ultimately struck twice.

However, although Fang Senyan's passive talent "Tenacity" couldn't take effect, his stamina, which was twice that of an ordinary person, came into play. Shabi's watermelon knife penetrated two inches under the skin, but was then tightly clamped by the contracted muscles, making it difficult to enter the internal organs and cause serious damage!

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, even if they could endure the pain, they would inevitably be affected in all aspects. But Fang Senyan had been data-ized, and as long as he wanted to, he could unleash his maximum abilities with every move. This was the real reason why contractors were far more powerful than ordinary people.

Shabi stood three meters away from Fang Senyan, staring blankly. His eyes were even a little glazed, as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. And indeed, it was as if a familiar person had suddenly transformed into Bruce Lee, possessed by the god of war! No matter what, the difference was too great.

Ten minutes ago, Shabi was considering how to divide the 500,000 yuan bounty he would receive after taking care of Fang Senyan. But now, ten minutes later, Shabi only had one thought in his mind:

To survive.

Facing Fang Senyan's malicious gaze, Shabi only felt bitterness in his mouth and increasing coldness in his heart, like a mouse facing a cat, full of fear and unease. He suddenly shouted, hurled the watermelon knife in his hand at Fang Senyan, and then turned and ran! The terrified Shabi was now filled with only one thought: to escape downstairs first and meet up with the three people who were keeping watch!

Faced with the flying watermelon knife, Fang Senyan directly grabbed it in mid-air! Fresh red blood flowed from the gaps between the fingers holding the blade, dripping onto the ground. But there was no hint of pain in his eyes, only a cruel coldness. Shabi, who was rushing down the stairs, had just reached the third floor when he felt a huge shadow hurtling towards him from above with a whistling sound. Shabi screamed in terror, instinctively dodging backwards, and immediately felt as if something hot had splashed on his face. He touched it with his hand and realized that it was actually specks of blood! And what had been thrown down was actually Soft Rice Kai's twisted corpse!

With this delay, Fang Senyan had crashed through the stair railing and leaped down, blocking Shabi's path, and then slowly stood up. His movements were slow, steady, but gave people the feeling that he would never make a mistake. Shabi was trembling all over, and finally knelt directly on the ground and howled:

"Brother Yan! Hua Shanfei told us to do it, it's not my fault!"

Fang Senyan silently approached, giving the feeling of a mountain looming in the fading light of the setting sun. Shabi, who was slumped and crawling on the ground, saw Fang Senyan's feet stop in front of him, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. He reached out with his right hand to grab Fang Senyan's left foot, while his left hand reached into his pocket for a spring-loaded knife. Obviously, his plan was to pull Fang Senyan off balance and then finish him off with a knife. But Fang Senyan suddenly raised his left foot, and then swiftly and relentlessly stomped down!

"Ah!!!" Shabi's agonizing scream rang out. Fang Senyan put all his strength into this kick. As the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. Shabi's right-hand fingers were almost crushed, a bloody mess, even revealing the ghastly white finger bones. No wonder he couldn't help but scream in pain. And Fang Senyan had already circled behind him, placing his foot on his back, bending down, forcefully pulling up his head to raise his face, and then leaning close to his ear, coldly saying, word by word:

"It was you who personally sliced off Fourth Uncle's fingers, one slice at a time, wasn't it?"