62: Chapter 62 The young man is quite skilled; he's a trained fighter.

Scarface didn't hide it, admitting directly, "There are some matters that my brothers haven't settled yet. Since we ran into you today, let's have a good talk."

The thugs behind him sneered and surrounded the commercial vehicle. Their momentum was as if Hu Tian was already a 'turtle in a jar,' unable to escape even with wings.

Old Li sat in the driver's seat, his face pale, his hands trembling. Clearly, he was quite frightened.

"Talk about what?"

Hu Tian raised an eyebrow, his tone still calm, his eyes carrying a trace of 'mockery.' "Talk about how you tracked me, or talk about the boss behind you, Zhao Shanhe? Did that 'old fox' not teach you how to be a 'bad guy'?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the smile on Scarface's face stiffened slightly.

A flash of panic crossed Scarface's face, but he quickly covered it up, sneering in his mouth. The sound was even uglier than a 'crow's caw': "Zhao Shanhe? Which Zhao Shanhe? I know plenty of Boss Zhaos. You kid better watch your mouth, don't throw labels around randomly. Be careful of 'trouble coming from the mouth'."

As he spoke, his gaze flickered toward the few people behind him. His eyes were filled with 'murderous intent,' and his tone became sinister: "Alright, enough nonsense. Brothers, have a good 'talk' with this little brother, and let him know 'why the flowers are so red'!"

Before the words fell, he didn't give Hu Tian a chance to speak. The baseball bat in his hand swung violently, aiming straight for Hu Tian's head. The movement was vicious, as if 'wanting someone's life.'

At the same time, the few thugs behind him rushed up with a clamor.

Hu Tian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Fighting Master ability rewarded by the system had long since integrated into every muscle and nerve of his, and at this moment, it was completely activated. His entire aura suddenly changed.

The hands that had originally been carelessly stuffed in his pockets were slowly pulled out, the movement as fast as 'lightning.'

The moment Scarface's baseball bat smashed down, Hu Tian dodged to the side. His movement was as light as if he were dancing, his footwork as graceful and natural as the Lingbo Micro-steps.

The baseball bat brushed past his ear with the sound of wind, smashing into thin air. The whistling wind passed by.

Scarface missed his strike, and before he could react, Hu Tian's right hand had already clamped onto his wrist holding the stick. With a sudden twist, the movement was crisp and clean.

A crisp 'crack' sounded—the sound of a joint dislocating, making one's teeth ache.

"Ah—" Scarface felt the pain, the baseball bat slipped from his hand, and he let out a miserable howl. The sound was even more shrill than 'slaughtering a pig.'

His whole body hunched over, his face twisted.

Hu Tian caught the baseball bat on the fly, gave his wrist a flick, and threw it aside casually, his movement dashing and unconcerned.

He then turned to face the first thug who rushed up.

That guy in the floral-arm tank top swung his fist straight at Hu Tian's face. The fist carried the sound of wind, looking quite intimidating.

Hu Tian shifted his steps, his body slightly to the side, and the incoming fist missed completely.

He immediately raised his elbow in a horizontal sweep, slamming solidly into the man's chin with a muffled 'bang.'

A 'crack' sounded—the sound of teeth shattering.

The man collapsed directly to the ground, eyes rolling back, fainting on the spot.

The second thug with the gold chain circled around from the side, trying to sneak up on Hu Tian.

Hu Tian had long since caught his movement in the corner of his eye. He spun around and delivered a side kick, landing squarely on the man's lower abdomen. The force was so great that it kicked him back two or three steps, colliding with the van body with a dull metallic sound—a 'clatter.'

Afterward, he slid down limply, curling into a ball, clutching his stomach and wailing. The sound was even more ear-piercing than a 'pig squealing.'

The remaining two thugs looked at each other, clearly stunned, their expressions as if they had seen a 'ghost.'

But they still braced themselves and rushed up.

They formed a pincer attack from left and right, wanting to 'wrap dumplings' around Hu Tian.

Hu Tian's lips curled slightly, his smile carrying a trace of 'disdain.'

His footsteps were steady, letting the two approach.

The moment they got close, both his hands struck out simultaneously, the speed even faster than 'lightning.'

His left hand grabbed the collar of the man on the left, using his momentum to pull—this was the 'Taiji Pushing Hands' from ancient martial arts.

He made them collide solidly with each other, their two heads bumping together with a dull impact sound—a 'thud.'

Both men clutched their heads, stumbling to the ground, groaning in pain.

The entire process was smooth as flowing water, clean and efficient. In just over ten seconds, Hu Tian had put down Scarface and the others.

Thugs lay scattered on the ground. Some were unconscious, some were still wailing and rolling around. Not a single one could stand. The scene was even more tragic than a 'slaughterhouse.'

Scarface, clutching his sprained wrist, turned pale, covered in cold sweat, and retreated two steps, trembling.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. Clearly, he never expected this young man who looked scholarly to be so fierce. His gaze was as if he had seen a 'monster.'

Hu Tian straightened his sleeves, as if he had just done an insignificant trifle. His movement was as elegant as a 'gentleman.'

His gaze landed calmly on Scarface, his tone as usual: "You just said, which Zhao Shanhe? There are plenty of Boss Zhaos, right?"

Scarface's lips trembled. He wanted to speak, but couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Before Scarface could open his mouth, a sharp siren suddenly came from afar. The sound went from distant to near, getting clearer and clearer.

Old Li finally poked half his body out of the car, mouth agape, looking at the scene before him in shock. His expression was as if he had seen an 'alien.'

He was still holding his mobile phone, and the screen showed that the call had ended.

Just now, when the van blocked the road, Old Li had sensed something was wrong. Taking advantage of the time Scarface and the others got out of the car, he had quietly dialed the police.

Originally, he was worried that Hu Tian would suffer a loss, given that the other side had more people and weapons. He didn't expect that just after he finished the call, he looked back to see that the ground was already covered with people. The speed was even faster than 'cutting wheat.'

"My god..."

Old Li muttered to himself, his mouth open wide enough to fit an egg. He absolutely didn't expect that this young man, who looked quiet and gentle, was actually so capable of fighting, a 'hidden' martial arts expert.

The siren grew closer. Two police cars braked sharply and stopped less than five meters away. The sound was so ear-piercing that it made people cover their ears.

The car doors pushed open, and four or five police officers ran over quickly. Leading them was a middle-aged officer in his thirties with a square face and a sturdy build. He looked imposing.

"What's going on? Who called the police?"

The middle-aged officer walked over quickly, his gaze sweeping over the scene. His eyes were brighter than a 'searchlight.'

When he saw the thugs lying scattered on the ground, he frowned.

Old Li quickly climbed out of the car, raised his hands, and said hurriedly: "Comrade Police, I called the police! This gang drove a van to deliberately block the road and even used baseball bats to attack people. It's simply 'lawless'!"

The middle-aged officer walked up close, first looking at the few wailing thugs on the ground.

Then he looked at Hu Tian, who was standing calmly to the side, and at Scarface, who was pale and clutching his wrist.

"Scarface? Why is it you again? You kid really have 'forgotten the pain once the scar healed'!"

The middle-aged officer's eyes darkened. Clearly, he recognized him, his tone carrying a trace of 'disgust.'

Scarface's face turned even paler, stammering: "Pol... Comrade Police, we... we were just... just here to 'catch up on old times'..."

"Just what? Highway robbery, or intentional injury? Do you think I'm a 'fool'?"

The middle-aged officer interrupted him coldly, his voice louder than a 'thunderclap.'

Then he turned to the few officers behind him and ordered: "Take all these people back, and also, call an ambulance! Don't let them 'die' here!"

Just then, Old Li stepped forward quickly and took out a document holder from his chest. His movement was as solemn as a 'diplomat.'

He opened it and handed it to the middle-aged officer: "Officer, I am Li Huaqiang from the municipal Cultural Relics Bureau. This is our 'work ID'."

The middle-aged officer took the document and examined it carefully.

His expression immediately became serious. When he returned the document, his attitude was obviously more respectful: "So it is Section Chief Li. Why are you here?"

Old Li pointed to the thugs on the ground: "I and this Comrade Little Hu were entrusted by Director Zhang of the Municipal Bureau to go to the Museum for cultural relic appraisal and exchange work. This gang suddenly blocked the road and even threatened to teach someone a lesson on behalf of some Boss Zhao. I suspect it might be related to cultural relic smuggling. This gang is simply 'bold and reckless'!"

Hearing the three words "Director Zhang," Officer Guo's eyes sharpened. His gaze was sharper than a 'knife.'

He immediately took out his notebook, his movement as skilled as a 'reporter': "Section Chief Li, please tell me the specific situation in detail. I will report to the Municipal Bureau immediately, ensuring 'no leniency'."

Old Li briefly explained the matter of going to the Museum for cultural relic appraisal and exchange, as well as the process of Scarface and others blocking the road just now. His narration was so clear it was as if he were the one who had beaten Scarface and the others down.

Officer Guo listened while recording, nodding from time to time. His attitude was as serious as a 'primary school student.'

"How about this, Section Chief Li, leave your contact information with me. If there is any new situation, I will notify you in time."

"According to regulations, the parties involved need to go to the bureau to make a statement. But since there is a guarantee from the Cultural Relics Bureau, and Section Chief Li said Director Zhang is still waiting, this procedure will be simplified for now. Later, I will report the matter clearly to my superiors and give the Cultural Relics Bureau a 'satisfactory explanation'."

The two exchanged phone numbers.

Officer Guo looked at Hu Tian again, nodding thoughtfully. His eyes carried a trace of 'admiration': "The young man has good moves, he is a 'martial artist.' But in the future, if you encounter such things, you should still call the police first. Safety first, don't try to be a hero."

Hu Tian nodded slightly: "Thank you, Officer Guo. I will pay attention. Next time, I will definitely call the police 'the first time'."

At this moment, the ambulance also arrived with a wail.

Medical staff began to check the thugs lying on the ground.

Officer Guo directed his subordinates to lift people onto the police car one by one. The scene was even more lively than 'lifting dead pigs.'

Before getting into the car, Scarface looked back at Hu Tian. His eyes were full of fear and resentment, as if he were saying: "Kid, we are not done!"

"Let's go, Little Hu."

Old Li patted Hu Tian on the shoulder, his movement as intimate as an 'older brother.'

"The leaders are still waiting. Don't keep the leaders waiting too long."

The two got back into the car. Old Li started the engine, bypassed the police car, and continued forward. The speed was obviously much faster than before.