8: Chapter 8 Big Gift Package

Lao Mo took a deep breath, mobilized the 110 points of Blood Qi in his body, and concentrated it in his right arm.

He was going to break both of the kid's leg bones with a single strike!

And it had to be a comminuted fracture!

The kind that even the best orthopedic surgeon in Jiangcheng wouldn't be able to fix!

Lao Mo tiptoed, approaching the bed step by step.

Three meters.

Two meters.

One meter.

He raised the steel pipe in his hand high, aiming at the spot where the legs were under the quilt.

Just at the moment he was about to smash it down with force.

"How much did Zhao Ze pay you?"

A voice, so calm and devoid of any fluctuations, exploded without warning in the dark, cramped room!

The voice wasn't loud.

But to the ears of Lao Mo and his men, it was no different from a thunderclap on a clear day!

Yellow Hair and the Fatty shivered uncontrollably, almost collapsing onto the floor.

Lao Mo's pupils contracted violently, and the steel pipe he held in mid-air froze stiff.

He was awake?!

How could he possibly be awake?!

He was a Martial Artist! He made absolutely no sound when he walked!

Even the sound of the lock cylinder turning had been suppressed to the absolute minimum!

How could a piece of trash with a Blood Qi value of 0.8 detect his infiltration?!

But Lao Mo was, after all, a veteran who had been licking blood and crawling through the underworld for many years.

After a brief shock, a fierce, intense light erupted in his eyes.

"So what if you're awake!"

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"

Lao Mo no longer hid his intentions; he let out a low growl from his throat, and the muscles in his arm expanded instantly.

Whoosh!

The solid steel pipe, accompanied by a piercing whistle of wind, was no longer aimed at the legs but came crashing down with lethal force directly onto the shadow on the bed!

If this strike landed solidly, even a skull would be smashed to pieces instantly!

He was going to kill!

"Brother Mo, don't!" the Fatty behind him whispered in terror.

Killing someone and injuring someone were two completely different concepts under the law!

But Lao Mo could no longer care about such things.

He only knew one thing: he absolutely could not let this kid cry for help!

However.

Just when that lethal steel pipe was less than five centimeters away from the target's head.

It stopped.

It was as if it had smashed into an immovable mountain of steel.

It could not advance even a millimeter further.

Lao Mo was stunned.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly ahead, utilizing the faint starlight filtering in from outside the window.

He saw the most incredible and despair-inducing scene of his life.

The teenager who should have been lying on the bed had sat up at some point.

And that solid steel pipe, which had gathered all of his Blood Qi strength and was capable of crushing granite.

At this moment, it was being held by that teenager, using only two fingers.

Merely his index and middle fingers.

Effortlessly clamped in mid-air.

"You..."

A distorted, cracking sound came from Lao Mo's throat.

He exerted all his strength, trying to pull the steel pipe back.

It wouldn't budge.

Those seemingly slender and fair fingers were like hydraulic pliers, welded firmly onto the steel pipe.

"Is that all the strength you have?"

Su Yu sat in the darkness, tilting his head slightly.

In his deep eyes, a flash of undisguised disappointment flickered.

"And you dare to take on dirty jobs?"

The moment his words fell.

Su Yu's two fingers, which were clamping the steel pipe, applied a little force.

Crack!

A teeth-grinding sound of metal shattering!

That solid steel pipe, as thick as a baby's arm, was actually squeezed by him, leaving two deep finger indentations before it snapped in two!

Due to inertia, Lao Mo stumbled backward abruptly.

He looked at the half-pipe remaining in his hand, his mind going instantly blank.

Two fingers... snapped a solid steel pipe?!

This...

The fuck is this a 0.8 Blood Qi value?!

Even the vice president of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, that Advanced Martial Artist with a Blood Qi value as high as 500, couldn't possibly achieve this level!

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

Lao Mo's voice finally trembled uncontrollably.

Fear.

A fear originating from the depths of his Soul instantly swallowed all his arrogance and ruthlessness.

The intelligence was fake!

That bastard Zhao Ze, the information he gave was absolutely fake!

How was this an ant that could be crushed at will!

This was clearly an ancient Vicious Beast wearing a human skin!

"Run!"

This was the only thought remaining in Lao Mo's mind.

He didn't even dare to utter a harsh word, turned abruptly, not even caring about his two henchmen, and charged toward the door like a madman.

"Since you've already come."

Su Yu's voice remained calm, yet it sounded like the whisper of the Grim Reaper in Lao Mo's ear.

"Don't leave."

Boom!

Su Yu moved.

He didn't use any Martial Skill, nor did he erupt with that terrifying Martial Master Blood Qi.

It was purely Physical Body strength.

He leaped up from the bed, his whole body seemingly teleporting, instantly covering the two-meter distance and appearing behind Lao Mo.

Lao Mo only felt a chill down his back.

A terrifying force, like a landslide or tsunami, slammed heavily into his back!

Bang!

Lao Mo, like a kite with a broken string, was sent flying, crashing hard against the hard wall.

"Pfft—"

A mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs sprayed out violently.

Lao Mo slid to the ground like a pile of mush, losing consciousness before he could even scream.

One-hit kill.

A formal Martial Artist with 110 Blood Qi couldn't even survive a single move in front of Su Yu.

In fact, Su Yu hadn't even used one-tenth of his strength.

The room was deathly silent.

The remaining Yellow Hair and the Fatty stood stiffly in place.

They looked at their boss on the ground, whose life or death was unknown, and then at the teenager who slowly turned around and stood in the darkness.

In their crotches, a stream of warm liquid flowed down uncontrollably.

They had peed themselves.

Scared to the point of pissing themselves.

"Bi... Big Brother..."

Yellow Hair's legs went weak, and he plopped to his knees, kowtowing frantically.

"It has nothing to do with us!"

"It was Zhao Ze! It was Young Master Zhao... no, it was that animal Zhao Ze who made us come!"

"He gave Brother Mo 200,000, saying that as long as we broke your legs, it would be fine..."

"Please, just let us go like a fart!"

The Fatty also knelt down, crying with snot and tears running down his face.

Su Yu looked down at these two wailing thugs from above.

There was no pity in his eyes, nor was there anger.

Only a coldness that had seen through the essence of the world.

The law of the jungle.

If he didn't have the System today, and hadn't broken through to Martial Master.

These two people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy would absolutely have broken his bones without hesitation, taken the blood-stained money, and gone off to indulge in debauchery.

This was reality.

Su Yu said nothing.

He slowly raised his hand.

Two clean and swift hand chops struck the back of their necks.

Yellow Hair and the Fatty rolled their eyes back and collapsed limply.

After dealing with the three flies.

Su Yu turned on the room light.

The blinding light turned on.

He glanced at the three unconscious people on the ground, then at the wall that had been cracked by Lao Mo's impact.

He walked over to Lao Mo.

He crouched down and searched Lao Mo's pockets without hesitation.

Very quickly.

He pulled out a mobile phone and a black anonymous bank card.

Su Yu took Lao Mo's finger and unlocked the phone screen.

He opened the banking app directly.

The balance showed: 253,000 yuan.

Obviously, this was the dirty money Zhao Ze had paid him.

Su Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.

He was just worrying that the 10,000 yuan borrowed from the loan shark wasn't enough to spend, as the System's pay-to-win was a bottomless pit.

Now.

Someone had voluntarily delivered money to his door.

"Zhao Ze, oh Zhao Ze."

Su Yu tucked the black bank card into his own pocket, his eyes terrifyingly deep.

"I accept this big gift of yours before the exam."

"Three days from now, the practical exam."

"I will return it to you with interest."