Chapter 554: Chapter 554 Difficult Brothers
"Xiao Liu, stop wasting your breath. Just do it," the red-haired young man said to Xiao Liu.
"Villains die from talking too much. If you can act, don’t talk," the purple-haired young man expressed his opinion.
"Is that how you both talk?" Although Xiao Liu complained, he didn’t delay in action, swinging a club straight at Xu Ke’s head.
The sound of the stick ripping through the air rang next to Xu Ke’s ear. He slightly tilted his head to dodge Xiao Liu’s attack.
The next moment, the purple-haired young man’s bat also came swinging towards Xu Ke, aiming at his waist with equally strong force.
Had this blow struck hard, Xu Ke’s ribs might not have been spared.
Xu Ke reached out and grabbed one end of the bat, smiling slightly at the purple-haired young man, and with a forceful pull, he yanked him over, gripping the back of his neck like picking up a chick, and threw him against the wall.
At the same time, the baton in the red-haired young man’s hand was already targeting Xu Ke’s knee bend, intending to knock him down.
This strike was not avoided by Xu Ke, and the sound of breaking wood echoed through the alley.
The red-haired young man’s stick had shattered into two pieces, but Xu Ke stood intact in place, and at his feet lay the purple-haired young man who had been thrown against the wall.
"Cough cough." The purple-haired young man, severely injured, couldn’t help but cough.
"Why...why are you okay?" the red-haired young man looked at the broken baton in his hand, dumbfounded, and asked Xu Ke.
"How should I know?" Xu Ke replied nonchalantly while stepping on the purple-haired young man who was trying to get up, pinning him back down.
"Get your stinky foot off me," the purple-haired young man said weakly.
"I will, but not now." Xu Ke glanced down at the young man under his foot, who had not given up struggling, but to Xu Ke, his efforts were as futile as a mantis trying to stop a cart.
"The ten-minute time is up. Since you can’t think of anything and were the first to end up in my hands, I’ll make the decision for you," Xu Ke said as he eyed the purple-haired young man.
Realizing Xu Ke’s intent, the purple-haired young man struggled harder, while the foot on his back pressed down even more.
"I don’t want to lose a hand or a foot, please let me go," the purple-haired young man flailed his arms like a turtle unable to turn over.
But Xu Ke filtered out his words, and finding the right spot, stepped down hard. The young man’s struggling body suddenly stopped, and the next sound was a squeal like a pig being slaughtered, echoing in the alley.
"My leg, my leg," the purple-haired young man wailed, clutching his thigh.
"Oh dear, it’s really noisy!" Ariel pouted and complained, holding her phone.
"My little Princess thinks you’re too loud. If you don’t want me to tear out your tongue, shut your mouth," Xu Ke said impatiently, adding another stomp on the purple-haired young man’s leg.
The purple-haired young man wanted to open his mouth to wail but met Xu Ke’s icy gaze, and fell silent in an instant.
"That’s right, being obedient is the only way to be a good kid," Xu Ke said as if comforting a puppy to the purple-haired young man.
"Having dealt with one, there are still you two left. Let me think if I should break your hands or legs?" Xu Ke said with a troubled look.
"No, you can’t do this. My dad knows people in the police department. If you do anything bad to me, I’ll have my dad get you arrested," the red-haired young man, throwing away the half-broken stick, said fearfully to Xu Ke.
"Oh really? I’d love to see the sights of a detention center," Xu Ke replied indifferently with a smile, then walked toward the red-haired young man.
"Xiao Liu, help me!" the red-haired young man cried out for help to Xiao Liu behind Xu Ke.
"I’m... I’m sorry," Xiao Liu said, looking at the mess on the ground. He shot an apologetic look at his childhood friend before turning and fleeing.
Xu Ke hooked the half-broken stick on the ground with his foot, grabbed it, and threw it in the direction Xiao Liu was fleeing.
The stick hit Xiao Liu on the head, knocking him to the ground.
"Don’t worry, neither of you is getting away today," Xu Ke said in a seemingly comforting tone.
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong. I was coerced into this. Actually, I didn’t want to come looking for you, Xiao Liu kept instigating me to come, and I only got dragged into this by him. If there’s an issue, you can deal with Xiao Liu, he’s the mastermind. I’m just an errand boy. Please spare me! I’ll give you money, a lot of money. Just treat what I just said as nonsense,"
The red-haired young man, feeling fear and remembering how Xiao Liu had left him without hesitation, looked at him with hatred and without remorse stabbed a knife into Xiao Liu’s back, shifting all responsibility onto him.
"This is an issue between you two, it has nothing to do with us. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can take it up with him. What I’m dealing with are matters between us two, unrelated to outsiders."
After explaining, Xu Ke approached the red-haired young man, examining his eyes like one would assess goods for New Year purchases, making the young man shiver all over.
"I won’t trouble you. Give me a hand, and all past matters including today will be written off," Xu Ke said in a measured tone.
Realizing Xu Ke wouldn’t relent and knowing he couldn’t outrun him, the red-haired young man came to terms with his fate of inevitably losing a hand.
"I know there’s no avoiding this. I have just one request: can I choose which hand I want to lose?" the red-haired young man said with a look of resignation.
"Of course you can," Xu Ke said, appreciating the young man’s understanding of the situation.
"Then I’ll pick the left hand. I still need to use my right hand," the red-haired young man reluctantly looked at his own hands before resolutely stretching out his left hand and closing his eyes.
"Make it quick for me."
Seeing the red-haired young man’s cooperation, Xu Ke did not deliberately torture him, swiftly dislocating the bone with a clear crack.
The red-haired young man didn’t even have time to react; it was already over.
The red-haired young man stared blankly at his now misshapen arm, still struggling to believe what had just happened to him.