30: Chapter 30 Lu Zhishen brutally beats up the children

"Clang!"

As the final explosion-proof door slammed down, the Zhao family villa completely became a sealed chamber.

By the second-floor railing, Patriarch Zhao looked at Jiang You, who was fast asleep on the table, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

He stopped pretending and waved his hand:

"No need to keep the body intact."

"Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"

"Clatter—"

Secret doors all around swung open.

More than fifty fully armed death soldiers wearing black tactical vests surged out like a black tide.

Each of them had a fierce aura and cold eyes, clearly trained killing machines.

Zhao Tai stood beside his father, leaning on a crutch. Seeing this display, the fear in his heart finally dissipated, replaced by a twisted sense of pleasure.

"Jiang You... I want to watch you die with my own eyes! I will return the pain you inflicted on me tenfold, a hundredfold!"

"Fire!"

Following the order.

"Thwack, thwack, thwack—"

Fifty specially made alloy armor-piercing crossbow bolts, carrying a shrill whistle that tore through the air, shot densely toward the defenseless drunkard.

...

At this moment, inside Jiang You's body.

Jiang You's main consciousness had been thoroughly knocked out by that bottle of 65-degree Erguotou and was dreaming about fighting someone for a tuna.

But his organs, due to the high-energy nutrients provided by the poisonous wine just now, coupled with the stimulation of the alcohol, were currently in an unprecedented state of overclocked excitement.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Brain]:

"Warning? No, no warning needed."

"Detected a large number of low-level physical attacks. Toothpicks of this level want to break our defense?"

"Host is offline. Finally, it's our turn to perform!"

"Brothers, tonight there are no rules, no restrictions! Push this body's performance to the limit for me!"

"Moves must be cool! Postures must be flashy! Tear this building down for me!"

[Skin (Tsundere and Hard)]:

"Work is here! It's been a long time since I had a full-body massage!"

"It's time to let these mortals see what it means to have Skin thicker than a city wall!"

In reality.

Just as those fifty crossbow bolts were about to turn Jiang You into a hedgehog.

Jiang You, who was lying on the table, suddenly waved his hand impatiently, as if annoyed by mosquitoes.

"Hum—"

A layer of visible dark golden ripples instantly spread across the surface of his Skin.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!!"

A dense sound of metal clashing, like rain hitting banana leaves, rang out.

The sinister smile on Zhao Tai's face froze.

He saw the most incredible scene of his life:

Those crossbow bolts, capable of piercing steel plates, hit Jiang You's pajamas as if they had struck an invisible barrier; the arrowheads shattered instantly, sparks flew everywhere, and then they fell to the ground with a clatter!

Jiang You didn't even change his posture, just reached out and scratched the back of his head:

"So itchy..."

"Why are these mosquitoes so strong..."

"This... This is impossible!"

Patriarch Zhao's eyes were about to pop out. "Golden Bell Shield? Has this kid's hard qigong reached the realm of invulnerability?"

"Impossible! Even the Golden Bell Shield has weaknesses! I don't believe his whole body is hard!"

"Switch to blades! Hack him! Cut his neck! Cut his eyes! Chop him into mincemeat!"

Following Patriarch Zhao's order.

The death soldiers threw away their crossbows, drew the alloy combat knives from their waists, let out beast-like roars, and rushed toward the dining table like a tide.

"Kill!!!"

Just as the first blade was about to strike Jiang You's neck.

[Internal Chat Group]

[Legs (Boiling with excitement)]:

"Close combat? I like it!"

"I'm full from just now, perfect time to stretch my muscles! I want to fight ten! No, I want to fight fifty!"

[Right Hand (Itching to show off)]:

"Hehe... It's our turn to show off."

"But why is this body so floaty? Never mind, watch me deliver a... big slap!"

In reality.

The death soldier rushing in the front, seeing his blade about to slice open Jiang You's carotid artery.

Suddenly.

The drunkard Jiang You, who had been lying down, swayed like a roly-poly toy, his body moving in an extremely strange posture that completely defied the principles of gravity.

The blade grazed Jiang You's ear and struck the table, embedding deep into the wood.

Immediately after.

"Slap!"

A crisp slapping sound rang out.

The Tier 2 death soldier leader didn't even see what happened before he felt a massive force hit his face.

His whole body spun 720 degrees on the spot like a top, then he spat out teeth and flew away, crashing into the cake tower nearby.

Jiang You still had his eyes closed, his body swaying as he stood up.

His face was flushed red, and he burped:

"Hiccup—"

"Who... who turned off the lights? Why are there so many flies?"

Seeing this, the remaining death soldiers swarmed forward.

A dozen combat knives hacked at Jiang You from all angles.

The next scene became the nightmare of Zhao Tai's life.

Jiang You kept his eyes closed, his feet treading in messy steps, looking like he would fall at any moment.

But every time he "fell," he happened to dodge a lethal strike.

A blade slashed from the left.

Jiang You's body went limp, and he slid under the table, muttering: "Chopsticks fell..."

When he stood up, his [Back] bumped into someone.

"Bang!"

The sneak-attacking death soldier's sternum shattered, and he flew five meters away.

A blade thrust from the right.

Jiang You seemed to lose his balance, lunging forward, hands waving wildly: "Ouch... help me up..."

[Right Hand] inadvertently grabbed the blade of that knife.

Squeezed hard.

"Snap!"

The alloy combat knife was crushed like a cracker.

Then, with a backhand slap, that death soldier's head was directly slammed into the floor.

"Don't... don't shake... I want to throw up..."

Jiang You groaned in pain while fighting.

But in the eyes of the death soldiers, this was simply the whisper of a demon.

In just three minutes.

The originally magnificent banquet hall had turned into a war-torn scene.

Walls collapsed, pillars broke, and chandeliers fell down.

More than half of the fifty elite death soldiers had fallen.

And the poses in which they fell were bizarre: some were stuffed into trash cans, some were hung on chandeliers, and others were planted into potted plants.

The entire banquet hall was in a mess, filled with wails.

The entire battle scene was just like Lu Zhishen fighting a group of kindergarten kids; it was a one-sided beatdown!

The Zhao father and son, who were watching the show from the second floor, were completely stunned.

"This... what kind of monster is this?!"

Patriarch Zhao trembled all over: "Quick! Retreat! Hide in the secret room!"

[Kidneys]:

"Where are you running!"

"Legs! Send me up!"

In reality.

Jiang You, who was in the middle of tearing down the house, suddenly stopped his actions.

He still had his eyes closed, but his head snapped up to face the second floor, a naive smile appearing on the corners of his mouth.

"Boom!"

The floor exploded.

Jiang You's figure, like a rocket, smashed through the second-floor railing and landed precisely in front of the Zhao father and son who were preparing to escape.

"Ah!!"

Zhao Tai was so scared he threw away his crutch and sat on the floor.

Patriarch Zhao still wanted to resist, just as he channeled his qi and blood.

"Slap!"

Jiang You casually swiped a slap, as if shooing away a fly.

Patriarch Zhao, at the peak of Tier 2, didn't even manage to scream before his whole body spun like a top and flew out, crashing heavily into the wall, then sliding down like a poster, fainting.

Left alone, Zhao Tai looked trembling at the demon with closed eyes in front of him.

"Don't... don't come over..."

"I'm your classmate..."

Jiang You tilted his head, seemingly thinking.

Then, he reached out, grabbed Zhao Tai by the collar, and lifted him up like a chick.

[stomach]:

"Is this that stingy guy who hosted the treat?"

"Whoosh—"

Zhao Tai traced a graceful parabola and landed precisely in the center of the ruins on the first floor, fainting.

After doing all this.

Jiang You let out a long, drunken burp.

"Hiccup~"

"Finished exercising... so tired..."

"Sleep."

"Thump."

He fell straight down into a pile of wood chips and unconscious death soldiers, found a comfortable position, and fell back asleep in less than three seconds.

The sound of snoring rang out again.