103: He got out of the car, like a mountain.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out, not at all like the sound of a blade cutting into flesh.

The sound was dull and solid, like a sledgehammer hitting a discarded truck tire, producing only a tooth-aching thud before falling silent.

Scarface felt a massive counter-force surge wildly from the hilt of the knife, traveling up his arm straight to his skull. His palm throbbed with pain, his wrist went numb, and the watermelon knife he had carried for years nearly flew out of his hand.

He was completely stunned.

The surrounding thugs, who were prepared to see a bloody scene, also had their cruel grins freeze on their faces.

Silence.

A deathly silence enveloped this remote mountain road, with only the large truck and the pickup still gasping for breath in vain.

Scarface looked down at the curled edge of the watermelon knife in his hand, then looked up at the Silly Big Guy in front of him, who hadn't even swayed.

Completely unscathed.

Forget bleeding, there wasn't even a tear on that faded work jacket—only a faint white mark.

Wang Fugui frowned, raised his hand, and patted the white mark on his shoulder, brushing away some non-existent dust.

"My little sister just washed this shirt; it's gotten dirty."

He stated this calmly, in the tone of someone complaining that dinner wasn't to their liking.

This nonsensical remark completely shattered the last of Scarface's sanity. An insult! This was a blatant insult!

"Fuck your mother!"

Scarface roared, pouring all his strength into his arm as he prepared to deliver another strike.

But he didn't get the chance.

A hand, a hand larger than his own face, suddenly appeared before him at a speed that exceeded his visual tracking limit.

Without any fancy movements, that hand directly gripped his throat.

"Gack."

Scarface's angry curses got stuck in his throat, turning into a strange sound of grinding bones.

The next second, he felt his feet leave the ground.

His burly body, weighing over 180 pounds, was effortlessly lifted into the air by Wang Fugui with one arm. Scarface's neck was clamped by fingers like iron pliers; the sensation of suffocation and fear instantly flooded his brain. His legs kicked wildly in the air, but he couldn't even budge Wang Fugui's arm an inch.

"Let go of the boss!"

"Everyone together! Kill him!"

The remaining six or seven thugs finally reacted, howling as they rushed forward from all directions.

The steel pipes in their hands whistled through the air, raining down on Wang Fugui's back, shoulders, and arms.

Thump! Thump thump!

The dull sounds of impact were incessant, sounding like sticks hitting a massive block of granite.

Wang Fugui didn't even turn around, letting the steel pipes fall on him. His rock-like muscles merely rippled slightly, neutralizing all the force.

He didn't even spare them a glance.

After sending a thug who rushed in front of him flying with a brutal shoulder barge, he finally freed his other hand and delivered a slap to the side.

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the night sky.

A green-haired thug holding a steel pipe was slapped so hard he spun twice in place, spraying a mist of blood mixed with three or four broken teeth before collapsing limply to the ground, unconscious.

Another one who tried to sneak attack from behind was hit squarely in the chest by a backhanded elbow.

"Crack!"

That was the sound of ribs breaking. The man let out a scream that didn't sound human, doubling over on the ground and vomiting up large amounts of bile.

Fear began to spread.

The remaining thugs looked at the monster-like Wang Fugui and their boss, who was still being held up like a struggling chick. They could no longer bring themselves to swing their steel pipes.

"Run! Quick, run back to the van!"

Someone shouted, and the remaining three or four thugs dropped their weapons, scrambling and crawling toward the Jinbei van parked across the middle of the road.

Wang Fugui watched their retreating figures, then looked at Scarface, whom he was holding in mid-air and who had already begun to roll his eyes back.

He felt a bit annoyed.

With a casual toss, he threw Scarface into the roadside drainage ditch like a piece of trash, resulting in a dull thud upon impact.

Then, he took large strides—not to chase the fleeing thugs, but straight toward the van blocking the way.

Every step he took was heavy and powerful, making the ground beneath him tremble slightly.

In the driver's cab, Old Zhang's cigarette had fallen onto his thigh, burning a blister, but he was completely unaware, staring fixedly at the figure walking toward the van outside.

On the sleeper berth, Lin Xiaocao had covered her mouth at some point. In her clear, almond-shaped eyes, besides the initial terror, there was now only a kind of near-fanatical worship and light.

It was him, her Fugui-ge.

He was like a mountain, a mountain that could shield her from all the wind and rain.

As for Chen Yun, what she felt was completely different. Her whole body was burning hot, and a familiar, leg-weakening heat surged wildly from the deepest part of her body. She looked at Wang Fugui's broad back, outlined by the headlights and full of explosive power, watching the mountain-like contours of his back muscles rolling with every step. Involuntarily, she squeezed her legs together.

This man... was hers.

Under everyone's gaze, Wang Fugui walked to the side of the Jinbei van.

He bent down, reached his hands under the car, and firmly gripped the solid chassis beam.

"Hragh~!"

A suppressed low growl, like an ancient behemoth awakening, erupted from the depths of his throat.

The muscles on his arms, neck, and back instantly bulged and knotted, each one clearly defined like the twisted roots of a thousand-year-old tree. That thin work jacket was completely filled out, nearly bursting on the spot!

Under the illumination of the two blinding headlights, a scene that defied everyone's understanding occurred.

That Jinbei van, weighing over a ton and capable of seating seven or eight people, had its wheels on one side forced off the ground by Wang Fugui's terrifying strength!

One inch, two inches, a foot... the car body continued to tilt at a bizarre angle until it finally passed the tipping point.

Rumble!

A massive crash!

The Jinbei van was flipped onto the ground by him, the roof slamming heavily onto the asphalt road with a loud bang. The window glass shattered completely under the massive impact, scattering all over the ground with a clatter, the sharp sound of breaking echoing through the silent valley.

The thugs who had just reached the car door were scared out of their wits by this earth-shattering scene. Their legs gave out on the spot, and with several thuds, they all knelt on the ground.

They looked at the man who was slowly straightening his back, his chest heaving violently and white steam rising from his body, their minds completely blank.

Is this a human? This is a fucking monster in human skin!

"Great hero, spare our lives! Grandpa, spare us!"

"We failed to recognize a great man! We won't dare do it again!"

"Please, spare our dog lives!"

Several men were covered in tears and snot, kowtowing like they were pounding garlic, hitting their foreheads against the rough ground until they bled, fearing that if they were a second late, they would be torn to pieces by that monster with his bare hands.

Wang Fugui ignored those kneeling and begging for mercy.

He simply walked to the side of the overturned van, glancing at the glass shards and twisted metal covering the ground.

He reached out, grabbed a piece of sheet metal that had been torn from the car door with sharp burrs on the edges, and pried it with both hands.

"Creeeeak~"

That thick piece of iron was ripped off by him with brute force.

He tossed the piece of metal—a potential threat to the tires—into the roadside grass, then turned around to look at the driver, Old Zhang, who was already dumbstruck in the cab.

The cold impatience on his face had faded, replaced by his usual simple-mindedness.

He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Uncle, the road is clear. Let's go."