Chapter 5: The Heart Should Be Like a Fierce Tiger (Part 2)
The new moon appeared unknowingly, its figure revealed through the gaps of a high-rise building in the distance. The wind howled in the alleyway, and shadows swayed with the flickering light outside. An Junhe tapped his baseball bat on the ground, thud, thud, the sound like a series of direct hits to the heart, making Pak Yong-jun feel suffocated as if he couldn't breathe.
He tensed up and swallowed hard, "Junhe, what are you going to do?"
An Junhe turned his head and looked at him, without saying a word, but Park Young-joon clearly saw some inexplicable smile in that glance.
He suddenly felt a chill in his heart and was about to speak again.
At this moment, the alley entrance suddenly became lively. Several rough-looking men, dressed in casual clothes, pushed and shoved a young man wearing a leisure suit, laughing and scolding as they rushed in.
"You stinky little brat, so arrogant! Where did you come from?"
"You're dressed pretty well, this little brat is quite wealthy!"
"Think he's all high and mighty just because he's got money? I'll slash him a few times, see if he still dares to splash wine all over me... damn it, what the hell is this, smells like sewage."
"Haha, this kid is scared out of his wits!"
They cursed and scolded, the young man who was surrounded and pushed by them, his figure staggering, a tense pleading voice carried over on the wind blowing in from the alley: "E...everyone, big brothers, I, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to..."
Jiang Zaiyuan felt like he was really unlucky, just a while ago, he only had a little wine at noon one day, and somehow he bumped into two scoundrels, forcing him to hide in the hospital and not dare to go out. His family members scolded him on the phone three or four times a day. Now that he has finally solved that rotten business, he was so excited that he came to this nightclub to have some fun, but unexpectedly, when he bumped into someone and spilled some beer, he got into trouble again.
He, who had always lived a life of luxury and never experienced hardship, would naturally not mind cursing loudly when he bumped into someone, nor would he notice that those people were actually letting him bump into them on purpose.
He only knew that he was dragged out of the nightclub by this group of thugs, and in an instant, his tense and fearful belly full of beer turned into cold sweat, his heart racing violently, blood flowing rapidly to all parts of his body, his vision blurred, his ears ringing loudly, and suddenly, he felt a warmth between his legs, and a foul smell spread out.
Listening to the mocking laughter and teasing sounds around him, Jiang Yuan's face turned bright red with shame. However, he couldn't care about that now as he was being pushed and pulled by these thugs, getting further and further away from the bustling streets outside. Once they reached a secluded area with no one around, who knows what these people, who normally didn't even register on his radar, would do to him.
Taking advantage of the people's ridicule and weakened pushing, he suddenly rushed forward, broke through one person, and ran out desperately while shouting: "Help! Help! Someone is being kidnapped!"
Those thugs were stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately. Someone cursed "Damn" and was about to rush forward to grab the guy back. At this time, a loud sonic boom suddenly sounded, and several people only felt dizzy, their faces slightly painful. A black shadow brushed past their eyes with a whooshing sound, heavily smashing towards the front, on the back of that loudly shouting figure.
"Bang!"
"Ah..."
A loud thud, accompanied by a shrill scream, echoed through the air, followed by the clanging sound of metal hitting the ground. Several people turned their heads stiffly to look behind them, where a dark figure had emerged from the shadows. The darkness seemed to be rippling slightly, and in the next moment, a person clad entirely in black, wearing a mask, slowly walked out carrying a backpack.
Seeing this person, they turned their heads to look at the guy who had just tried to escape but was now lying on the ground, unable to get up after being beaten. Several people subconsciously swallowed their saliva.
However, they have seen the scene before and quickly recover. Among them, a slightly older young man who seems to have some prestige clears his throat and orders his companions: "Drag that guy over."
Several others hastily nodded and rushed to go, no one spoke, the alley was only the sound of dragging, with Jiang Zaiyuan's faint struggle and cry. One of them also picked up the things that were knocked down by Jiang Zaiyuan on the way back. Only then did they discover that it was a full-steel baseball bat, and they didn't know how much strength the person who threw it out had used. At this time, its surface was already slightly dented.
"...hit by this kind of force, this stick, I'm afraid even bones would break!"
Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of several people, and they looked at the black-clad man walking slowly towards them with some trepidation. Suddenly, they felt a pang of sympathy for Jiang Ziyuan, who was still struggling on the ground.
The wind grew louder and more intense, An Junhe raised his head to look at the sky, the dark vault of heaven merged with the night color, the noise outside the alley was blown away by the increasingly fierce wind, sometimes far and sometimes near, echoing with the light and shadow that poured in from outside, constantly changing, making this place seem quite strange and illusory, as if it were an illusion.
He waved at the person who picked up the bat, and that person was taken aback for a moment before understanding his intention, and handed over the bat to him with trepidation.
With the ball bat that had several dents on its surface, he could still feel its icy touch through the thin gloves. Under the brim of his hat, which cast a shadow over his eyes, they gleamed with a mysterious blackness as he gazed at Jiang Yuan who lay on the ground, groaning and crying. His gaze was unreadable, impossible to tell whether it was fervent or apathetic.
How long has it been? In that dream, the past time was too long, he couldn't remember, how many times in his dreams, when facing his paralyzed sister, he hated to kill this person to vent his hatred.
He's just a dream, can't be found, only know his face and name, in the vast sea of people, where to find him?
So all the grievances can only be suppressed in his heart, the more he suppresses, the deeper it gets, but there is one thing he remembers: no matter what, he will not forget the pain that this person has brought to his family.
And he also wants to make them pay for this suffering, and let the Jiang family have a taste of it too!
"This is just the beginning, just the interest..."
He muttered under his breath, his hands tightly gripping the bat, the body of which was raised high, reflecting a metallic luster, cold and cruel, then swooshing down with a loud crash.
"Crack!"
A faint moan suddenly stopped, and the sound of cracking bones reverberated through this narrow space, rippling out in waves. The weak light dragged the jumping shadows deep into the alley, twisting and changing.
The narrow alley under the dark sky is like a fine line on a chessboard, so inconspicuous and without a sense of existence. However, the boundary between light and darkness appears so clear here. If you look from a high place, there are police car sirens piercing the sky, but those flashing red and blue lights are still far away. What can be found when they arrive?
The night is getting deeper!
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I got home late today and the update was slow, sorry!
Actually, this chapter should have been included in yesterday's chapter and shouldn't be a separate one... it's just that I updated two chapters yesterday and didn't have the energy to finish writing it...
Two updates tomorrow, consider it compensation!
Also seeking collection, recommendation and comments! The data is too miserable.
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