Chapter 523: Chapter 523: The Charm of Reversal
"What the hell did you just say? If you dare, say it again!" The man was provoked by Xu Longzhen’s words and stood up from his original position, glaring fiercely at Xu Longzhen.
His eyes were wide open, looking somewhat fierce and menacing, and the brothers standing behind him displayed the same expressions. Just imagine dozens of burly men looking at you with such an expression—how could someone not be afraid? But unfortunately for him, today he ran into the three of Xu Ke.
The three of them glanced at the dozens of people opposite them without a trace of fear in their eyes. The assistant even took out a small mirror and a small comb from his pocket to groom his hair again, and there was nothing more humiliating than that.
The man’s anger turned into laughter, "Oh really, if I don’t get serious, you actually think you’re invincible, don’t you? Fine, let’s see how long you can keep up that bravado. Boys, go get them, show them some colors, and let them know there’s always someone better out there!" The man stepped back, making way for the battlefield.
"You never said it was for fighting when you called me here. What a pity, this outfit is my favorite," Xu Ke sighed deeply as he watched the approaching movements from the opposite side, with a hint of regret on his face. As he spoke, he took off his suit jacket, draped it over the back of the sofa, unbuttoned two buttons at his neck with his slender fingers, then rolled up the sleeves to his elbows before stopping.
"It’s just a piece of clothing, what’s there to regret? If it gets dirty, I’ll buy you a new one, no big deal," Xu Longzhen said nonchalantly, glancing at Xu Ke’s jacket.
The assistant, who had just put away the mirror, looked at Xu Ke’s jacket and calmly said while adjusting his glasses, "If I’m not mistaken, this outfit should be a custom piece from an old Italian workshop. They never make the same suit for anyone, so this is probably a limited edition. Indeed, it’s quite a pity."
A rare hint of regret tinged the assistant’s tone, a sentiment only a man would understand, even if that woman acts like a man; just as a man, acting like a woman, could never understand a woman’s fondness for lingerie.
"Then just make another one, it’s not a big deal," Xu Longzhen shrugged nonchalantly.
The two men exchanged a knowing look, not saying a word. The current situation didn’t allow for chitchat anyway. At a glance, nearly thirty muscular men were charging towards the three of them. If they didn’t act now, it would be like standing still waiting to get beaten.
Xu Ke casually picked up a slightly twisted steel pipe from the ground and charged into the crowd. Along with him, Xu Longzhen and the assistant also grabbed whatever was handy as weapons and rushed into the throng.
Their martial arts skills were distinctly different. Xu Ke attacked with speed, striking opponents swiftly. His mastery with the iron bar was almost as unmatched as the Dog Beating Stick from martial arts novels, using the iron bar to attack opponents and protect himself, perfectly balancing offense and defense.
Xu Longzhen relied on skill. Her female body structure naturally disadvantaged her against men, even if her attack power was above average compared to ordinary men, she was still at a disadvantage against these professionally trained men. Thus, Xu Longzhen navigated among them with agile movements, like a slick eel, striking at joints when they least expected it to inflict damage.
The seemingly most refined assistant was the most aggressive among them. He fought head-on without dodging or avoiding, hitting anyone in front of him with pure physical force, having already discarded his weapon somewhere unknown.
The three appeared outnumbered, surrounded by a throng of muscular men, seemingly at a disadvantage and about to lose. Yet, in reality, they fought with ease. Even spotting someone wanting to retreat to the rear, they’d pull them back into their domain, making them unable to escape or stop, like birds in the palm of their hands, thinking they had freedom, when it was merely an illusion.
Initially standing on the periphery, the man saw none of his men being thrown out and smugly assumed the three were suppressed by his subordinates, feeling quite pleased.
However, as time went on, he sensed something was off—none of them had been subdued for a long time, making him feel uneasy.
"Stop being slow, hurry up and take them down. Are you raising fish out there?" the man shouted loudly into the fighting crowd.
The man’s words were like a switch on a machine. As soon as he finished, people started getting thrown from the circle. Initially, one by one, then two or three at once. In just a few breaths, half of them lay on the ground.
"Why are you still lying there? Get up and help out!" The man rushed to the fallen men, kicking them left and right, but they remained on the ground, moaning and groaning, as if glued there, ignoring his kicks.
As the man focused on getting people up to rejoin the fight, the remaining half was also taken care of by the three.
"Stop calling them, they’re injured and can’t get up. If I were you, I’d call an ambulance now to have the hospital come pick them up," Xu Ke said calmly, dusting off his hands.
The assistant again took out his little mirror and comb, though the mirror had acquired some fine cracks during the fight, causing his brows to furrow, and lowering his mood somewhat. Yet, he persisted in grooming himself with the damaged mirror and comb.
Xu Longzhen, not being as particular, dusted off his hands casually, ran his fingers through his hair, then pulled a lollipop from his pocket, roughly unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth, squinting his eyes in delight, looking quite pleased.