3: Chapter 3 I really didn't mean to hit you, it's just that my hand has its own ideas.

The air froze for three seconds.

Zhao Tai looked down at Jiang You on the bed, the contempt in his eyes almost overflowing.

In his eyes, Jiang You was just a salted fish now.

After being expelled and dumped, and now facing humiliation from a Tier 2 martial artist like him, he must be mentally broken, right?

"What? Scared silly?"

Zhao Tai casually pulled a stack of cash from his chest, about ten thousand yuan, and threw it onto Jiang You's quilt like he was feeding a dog.

The red bills fluttered everywhere.

"Take the money and get out of Jiangcheng. Don't let me see you hanging around Xiaoya again, understand?"

Jiang You lay on the bed, his eyelids drooping.

Having just finished that "nuclear-powered instant noodles," his whole body felt as warm as if he were in a sauna, and his Brain was in "standby mode."

He looked at the money on the quilt, then at Zhao Tai.

There was no anger or tears as Zhao Tai had expected.

Jiang You spoke slowly, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the nice weather today: "Oh. Leave the money, you can go now."

He turned over and adjusted to a comfortable position: "Close the door gently when you leave. The door hinge is broken and might fall off. Also, don't bring in any dust; I just swept the floor."

"..."

The smile on Zhao Tai's face froze.

The two yellow-haired lackeys behind him were also stunned.

This script wasn't right!

This was Young Master Zhao! The son of the Zhao family in Jiangcheng! A Tier 2 martial artist!

How could this loser's reaction be like he was dismissing a delivery guy?

"Damn! You don't know what's good for you!"

Zhao Tai instantly lost his composure.

The feeling of being ignored by an ant caused tons of damage to his fragile self-esteem.

He stepped to the bedside in one stride, grabbed Jiang You by the collar, and brought his large face, twisted with anger, directly to within ten centimeters of Jiang You's face.

Spittle flying everywhere, he shouted: "Jiang You! What the hell are you playing dead for? I'm talking to you! Look at me!"

Zhao Tai's face, oily and powdered with large pores, was currently wearing an extremely arrogant, ferocious grin.

It was less than half a meter away from Jiang You's right hand.

At this moment, Jiang You was sighing inwardly: "Sigh, should I just apologize to him? A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him, and besides, arguing takes too much energy..."

At this moment, what Jiang You didn't know was that the Internal Chat Group inside him, which had been silent for five minutes, suddenly exploded.

[Internal Chat Group (messages flooding)]

[Right Hand (Kirin Arm)] (Entered overheating state): "Alert! Alert! Detected a face that is extremely punchable!"

"Distance: Optimal striking point!"

"Angle: Perfect palm coverage!"

"Punch-worthiness index: Five stars!"

"Can't take it anymore! Who could stand this? If I don't slap this, what's the difference between me and a salted fish?"

[liver] (Fan the flames frantically): "Slap him! Must slap him! The energy from that fire dragon egg just now is too intense; if you don't vent some fire, I'm going to explode! Big brother, ignore the Brain's orders; a general in the field is not bound by the orders of his sovereign!"

[Kidney]: "Supported! If you break it, I'll take the blame; the Kidney has your back!"

[Right Hand]: "Command confirmed! Bypassing the Brain, forcibly taking over the nerves! This slap, I will hit with style, I will hit with quality!"

In the real world, Jiang You had just opened his mouth, preparing to say a soft word: "Young Master Zhao, actually I..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Jiang You only felt a sudden heat under his right armpit, and then, that arm was like it had been connected to a high-voltage current, shooting up completely out of control!

There was no warning.

No "charging up," no "narrowing of the eyes."

It was like a viper that had its tail stepped on, instantly striking!

Jiang You's pupils shook: What the f*ck? Hand? Where are you going?

"PAHHH!!!!!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The sound was so loud, it didn't sound like a slap, but more like someone setting off a firecracker in the room.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The arrogant and domineering Zhao Tai from the previous second was now, in the next second, like a spinning top that had been struck, spinning 720 degrees on the spot.

The muscles in his face deformed in waves under the tremendous impact, and a few bloody teeth happily flew towards the ceiling.

Then.

"BOOM!"

Zhao Tai, like a cannonball fired from its chamber, flew backward five or six meters and slammed heavily into the opposite wall.

Because the force was so great, he was actually embedded in the wall, even forming a standard "Tai" character shape, the kind you couldn't even pry off.

The whole room was dead silent.

The mouths of the two yellow-haired lackeys were open wide enough to fit a light bulb, and their eyeballs looked ready to pop out.

But the most shocked person was actually Jiang You himself.

He maintained the posture of swinging the slap, looking at his palm that was still emitting white smoke, stunned.

Did I hit him?

I didn't mean to hit him!

Why did my hand move on its own?

Is it a cramp from a calcium deficiency recently?

Jiang You swallowed hard and looked up at the two yellow-haired guys who were already scared silly.

His dead fish eyes were filled with an innocence even greater than Dou E's.

He even used his left hand to hold down his right hand in a panic, as if afraid it would do something else harmful.

"Um..."

Jiang You's voice trembled as he sincerely explained: "If I say this is muscle spasms caused by late-stage Parkinson's disease... or a static electricity adsorption reaction... would you believe me?"

The two yellow-haired guys shook their heads frantically, their necks almost snapping.

Believe you, my foot!

What kind of Parkinson's can embed someone in a wall!

Is this nuclear-powered Parkinson's?

Jiang You looked at his hand with a face full of annoyance and muttered: "It's over, I'm going to have to pay a fortune for this. This wall looks like it will cost a lot to fix..."

Zhao Tai on the wall finally came to his senses.

He slid down from the wall, spat out a mouthful of broken teeth with a "wa," and his whole face was swollen like a fermented bun.

"You... you dare to sneak attack me..."

Zhao Tai was whistling through his teeth as he spoke, his eyes filled with terror.

He wanted to stand up and say something tough, but his Legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Jiang You looked at Zhao Tai's miserable state and really wanted to go over to help him up, while explaining that this was truly a misunderstanding.

He just wanted to stand up and walk over.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Legs]: "Yo? Big brother Right Hand is done having fun? Then it should be my turn, right?"

"This guy kneeling here is such an eyesore. This posture is basically inviting me to take a penalty kick."

[liver]: "Kick! Kick him to death! Detoxing just now felt so good, let's keep increasing the exercise!"

[Legs]: "Alright! Watch me pull off a bicycle kick!"

Jiang You had just taken one step.

That familiar and terrifying "loss of control" struck again.

This time it was the Legs!

The only thought that flashed through Jiang You's Brain was: No way? Again?

Jiang You had originally intended to walk over to help the person up, but his Legs suddenly exerted force, he jumped up on the spot, and completed an extremely practical but ergonomically impossible "roundhouse kick" in the air.

Zhao Tai had just raised his head when he saw a size 43 sole infinitely expanding in his field of vision.

"Don't come..."

"BOOM!"

Before Zhao Tai could finish his sentence, the top of Jiang You's right foot slammed fiercely into Zhao Tai's chest.

This kick was powerful and heavy, comparable to the peak of the national football team possessing him.

Zhao Tai couldn't even manage a scream, and his whole body, like a ball, flew straight out through the hole in the broken window.

Only a shrill trailing sound echoed outside the corridor: "AH——————"

The sound grew more and more distant, and finally, accompanied by a loud "CLANG," it seemed to land in the recycling bin downstairs.

[Legs]: "Off you go! The world is quiet now! This footwork, full marks!"