A shiny little light head

  Wang Jian struggled to restrain himself, his temper on the verge of getting out of control. He kept telling himself not to act impulsively, but despite this, his feet seemed to move of their own accord towards the source of the sound.

  Moreover, the reason why Wang Jian dislikes and even detests Lin Yaxuan is actually because she has connections with this line of work. If it weren't for Tianran Er's relationship, he would absolutely not have anything to do with Lin Yaxuan. Furthermore, Lin Yaxuan herself doesn't get involved personally, she's just a major shareholder who deals with imports and exports, and her own place wouldn't sell these kinds of things even if you paid her. If she were to take action personally, Wang Jian probably wouldn't even give Tianran Er any face.

  They gradually walked into the largest room, and from the window, they saw that there were nearly twenty people inside. Some were playing cards, while others were drinking. The room was in a mess, and Wang Jian even saw a woman lying naked on the sofa, unconscious, with many scratch marks on her body and disheveled hair.

  Wang Jian looked around and then came to the door. The door was slightly ajar, and with a light push, the door hinge that had not been oiled for a long time let out an ear-piercing creak. But this sound was immediately drowned out by the noise of the crowd, and did not attract their attention.

  Wang Jian stepped inside, slowly making his way through the dark and shiny corridor, advancing towards where they were gathered. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and strange sweat in his nostrils made all the blood in his body rush to the top of his head, and his scalp tightened and relaxed in sync with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

  When the light shone directly on Wang Jian's face, that group of people still didn't notice there was an extra person in the room. Most of them were drunk, and even those who weren't sat in their seats using a shared syringe to inject themselves in the arm.

  Who is Pu Yi.

  Wang Jian's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap. As soon as he spoke, the attention of all four seats turned to him, and the originally noisy room suddenly fell silent, with the atmosphere condensing in an instant.

  "Who the hell are you?" A man in his mid-thirties stood up first: "You don't even know the rules when buying goods?"

  Wang Jian flicked away the cigarette butt, raised his slightly lowered head, rolled up his eyelids and repeated in a very serious tone: "Who is Bitch Two."

  That man patted his chest: "I'm going to..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when Wang Jian suddenly flashed forward like lightning, pressed down on his head and slammed it onto the large square table filled with miscellaneous objects. Instantly, the plates and bowls on the table were overturned to the ground, while that rascal Er also fainted with a face full of blood.

  The whole process was neat and tidy, and before those people around had time to react, their boss had already been knocked to the ground.

  The situation suddenly escalated, and the people in the house immediately became excited, shouting and cursing as they rushed towards Wang Jian with whatever objects were at hand.

  Wang Jian did not intend to explain and kicked the chest of the person closest to him.

  His one foot was so heavy that it could actually be deduced from the physical formula, adding his body weight to the lead block and the sudden explosive force, this impact force absolutely reached the level of Matth?us' super-heavy artillery in the 1990 World Cup that allowed the ball to exceed 210 kilometers per hour.

  The person who was kicked flew out without any suspense, and because of the narrow space, this flying person knocked down seven or eight people like a bowling ball. These people, whether they were kicked or knocked down, all lost their combat effectiveness due to the impact force. Especially the one who was kicked, his ribs could be said to be completely broken, his chest caved in, just like a rubber man hit by a shell.

  This was perhaps the heaviest blow Wang Jian had ever dealt since coming to this city, and he really couldn't think of any reason to show mercy, regardless of whether these people were responsible for Huang Yue's addiction or not, he felt unreasonably angry.

  But after he knocked down so many people with one move, everyone else was stunned. However, someone immediately pulled out a short-barreled shotgun from the corner. Although this thing doesn't fire real bullets, at this distance, the steel balls it spits out can easily kill a person instantly.

  Ke Wang Jian suddenly smiled coldly when he saw this, and swiftly snatched a plate with chicken claws on it, flying it towards the man. By the time the man thought of opening fire, it was already too late. The stainless steel plate flew like a dart, directly embedding itself into his arm. The intense pain made him unable to hold onto the gun, letting it fly out of his hand.

  Then Wang Jian threw the cigarette butt high into the air, picked up the broom behind the door with one hand, stepped on the head of the broom, and suddenly pulled out the stick from inside.

  Then Wang Jian herded the remaining people into a corner, like driving pigs back to their pen, and sat down on the bench in front of them with his stick.

  "I'm asking you two questions now."

  Those who knelt on the ground, whether drunk or poisoned, had already sobered up to a certain extent, and looked at Wang Jian with a ferocious expression, not even daring to breathe.

  "First question, do you know Huang Yue?"

  After asking for half a day, no one paid attention to Wang Jian. Wang Jian furrowed his brow and with one move, he inserted the stick directly into the nearby cabinet, shaking it violently, very frightening.

  "I said... I said..." A young man, kneeling on the ground with a terrified look on his face, was scared out of his wits, knocking his head like pounding garlic: "I know him, he's my new little brother."

  Is he here?

  "He's not here, he doesn't have the qualifications to enter this place."

  Wang Jian nodded and took out his phone: "Call him over."

  "Who's this?" Wang Jian asked, pointing at the woman on the sofa.

  That traitorous little brat hastily replied: "Sir... if you like her, just take her away. She's a poor little thing who can't afford to buy goods, she did it voluntarily..."

  "Hurry up and make the call."

  Actually, Wang Jian also felt a sense of powerlessness. The girl on the sofa looked like she was only eighteen or nineteen years old, and her appearance was still quite delicate, but the needle marks on her arm had already made her lose the vitality that she should have at this age, lying limply on the sofa and letting a group of scoundrels take advantage of her.

  For this kind of thing, Wang Jian was helpless. He wasn't Jesus Christ or the Buddha, his ability was limited, it was already very hard for him to stick to his principles, let alone change other people's minds.

  But just as Huang Yue's "boss" was making a phone call, there was suddenly a commotion outside, and Xu Hu's loud voice could be heard from afar shouting:

  "Second-rate rascal! Be honest for once, dare to move our master, I'll skin you alive."

  His voice had barely faded away when a bunch of footsteps rushed into the room where Wang Jian was, followed by a shiny big head, holding a water pipe, pliers, hammer and electric wire... "What?"

  Xu Hu came in and was immediately stunned. The room was filled with people, wailing and crying all over the place. Wang Jian sat calmly with his back to them, while behind him five or six people knelt on the ground, their faces filled with terror. And that punk, lying on the ground with a head full of blood, his nasal bone had caved in, it looked like the fight was extremely brutal.

  "Master... Master." Xu Hu wiped his forehead: "Are you okay?"

  "Don't call me master anymore." Wang Jian cried and laughed: "I'm just over twenty."

  "Our old lady told us, anyone with skills has to be called Master!" After finishing speaking, Xu Hu looked around and was shocked: "Master, did you do this all by yourself?"

  Wang Jian did not answer directly, but just shrugged. However, this action, in Xu Hu's eyes, was the calmness of a high-ranking martial artist.

  Xu Hu knew that if he relied on his physical strength, he could take down three to five adults at most, and that was already his limit. Moreover, he would definitely end up injured all over his body. He might even need to be sent to the hospital for a while. Besides, as a former soldier, even their company's most skilled instructor could only take on two soldiers similar to Xu Hu, and that was still a narrow victory.

  But this good fellow, one person beat nearly twenty, on the body even clothes didn't wrinkle much, didn't even pant. What is called a martial arts master? This is what's called a martial arts master! When he was young and heard villagers tell stories about that kind of one-against-a-thousand martial arts master, Xu Hu always disapproved, thinking it was just bragging, but when he grew up, he more or less also heard about this kind of person, and today he finally got to see it for himself.

  He was both relieved and delighted at the same time, relieved that he hadn't fallen ill from fighting with this good guy earlier, and delighted that his martial arts dream since childhood seemed to be coming true.

  "Master! How should we deal with these people?" Xu Hu was excited, pointing to the group of young men behind him: "Do you want me and my brothers to take care of this bunch of bastards?"

  Wang Jian waved his hand: "Go ahead and call the police."

  "Report... report a crime?" Xu Hu was taken aback: "This isn't according to procedure."

  "Suit yourself."

  "What should we say when reporting to the police?" Xu Hu rubbed his head: "I've never dealt with the cops before."

  "Just say you were passing by and saw the situation here."

  "Great!"

  Just then, a faint cry came from outside the door: "Mengzi? Mengzi?"

  Wang Jian listened and estimated that this voice was probably the legendary Huang Yue. He nodded to the guy who sold his teammate: "Let him in."

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