Chapter 20: Guerrilla Warfare
"Hmm? What's that kid up to?"
As Xueheng started walking towards them, someone in the crowd voiced their confusion.
"Wait, what's that in his hand...?"
A short-haired youth suddenly pointed at Xueheng's right hand and asked.
"A brick?"
"Does he think picking up a brick off the ground will intimidate us? Hah, what can one do with a brick?"
Someone scoffed, even weighing the metal baseball bat in their hand.
The group snarled and continued walking towards Xueheng.
On a quiet street one night, on one side were over a dozen gang members moving in a pack, and on the other was a lone student in a school uniform. Both sides slowly approached each other.
Xueheng walked forward, relying on his innate throwing sense he had gained from his Aiming ability, gauging the distance as he moved.
When the distance closed to less than twenty meters, Xueheng stopped.
'This should be about right.'
He could roughly feel that this was an excellent throwing distance. Following his instinctive feel, Xueheng raised the half-brick, about the size of a fist, in his hand.
"That kid's gonna throw a brick, watch out!"
Someone in the crowd shouted a warning.
But as soon as he finished speaking, the head of a crew-cut youth standing beside him suddenly exploded.
"Bang!!!"
"Ah!!!"
Red brick shards splattered everywhere, cutting several wounds on his face, and some even flew into his eyes, causing him to let out a painful cry.
As for the crew-cut youth who had been hit in the head by the brick, he had already fallen to the ground silently, a huge gash in his forehead, blood gushing out.
"Damn!"
"What the hell was that!?"
"Did someone get shot!?"
"No, it was that brat's brick!"
"Shenghua fainted!"
"Damn it, get him! Go, go, go!"
In the midst of the chaos, some in the crowd went to help the youth who had been hit in the head, while others stood stunned. However, most of them immediately started running towards Xueheng.
But the moment Xueheng threw the half-brick, he turned and ran without hesitation!
"Damn, chase him!"
"You little brat, don't run! I'll kill your entire family, damn you!"
...
After a few minutes, everyone was out of breath and had to stop, looking at the distant figure in the school uniform.
They just couldn't catch up!
And at the moment they stopped, Xueheng also stopped and slowly turned around.
A bad feeling arose in the hearts of the crowd.
Soon, their premonition came true.
In the streets of the southern district, there was nothing but all sorts of garbage lying around.
Xueheng picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.
Seeing this, the gang members immediately fell into disarray.
"Damn, find cover!!!"
"Get out of the way, this is my spot to hide!"
A couple of them even started shoving each other to fight for a plastic garbage bin for cover.
"Quick, spread out!"
In the midst of the panic, the glass beer bottle whistled through the air and accurately hit the head of a tall, skinny youth who didn't dodge in time.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
The tall, skinny youth clutched his head, blood seeping through his fingers. "He's got nothing left to throw! Go now!"
He seemed to be a small leader among them, and the people around him, seeing his order, quickly emerged from their hiding places.
But by then, Xueheng had already run far away.
The crowd looked at each other, unsure whether to give chase.
"What are you staring at? Chase him!"
The tall, skinny youth shouted angrily.
Seeing this, the crowd had no choice but to once again start running after Xueheng.
After chasing him three or four times, with everyone running at full speed, the gang's stamina was starting to wane. This time, most of them slowed down and lagged far behind.
And as soon as they slowed, Xueheng immediately noticed and stopped.
"This..."
The crowd swallowed their saliva, their eyes filled with fear as they watched the handsome youth in the school uniform slowly turn around.
Just as they saw Xueheng bend down to pick up something from the ground, someone in the crowd couldn't hold back anymore.
"Run!"
Hearing this shout, the crowd, who had already been considering retreat, immediately scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling for cover nearby.
"Get out of the way! I was here first!"
"Get the hell out of my way!"
"Damn it, you punk! Get lost!"
Facing an opponent they could never catch, and knowing that stopping would only result in a random headshot, everyone felt a genuine sense of fear.
Regret and remorse overwhelmed everyone's hearts.
Damn, who the hell said we should catch this Fu Middle School student?!?"
"Swish!"
A rusty steel bar, more than thirty centimeters long and as thick as a finger, flew straight at the crowd like an arrow.
"Puff!"
Hiding behind an iron sheet shed, a gang member saw the thin iron sheet in front of him pierced through, with the steel bar coming dangerously close to his head. Tears flowed down his face.
His legs went soft, and he fell to the ground. As he looked up, he saw Xueheng bending over again to pick something up from the ground.
"Mommy!!!''
The gang member started crying and ran away, wishing he had two more legs to escape Xueheng's pursuit.
But before he could get far, a small piece of concrete flew from a distance and accurately hit the back of his head, exploding into a cloud of stone powder and opening up his skull.
"Run, run, run for your lives!"
Everyone was filled with fear and had no thoughts of resistance. They turned and fled in the direction they had come.
Thus, the situation was reversed.
On this night in the southern district, a strange scene unfolded on the outer streets.
More than a dozen youths with colorful hair and tattoos were running for their lives, crying and shouting, while behind them, a student in a Fu Middle School uniform, looking like a well-behaved boy, relentlessly pursued them.
From time to time, the student would pick up some hard garbage from the ground and throw it at the crowd with deadly accuracy, resulting in a chorus of head explosions.
The weapons in the gang members' hands were also dropped and became props for Xueheng to throw.
"Here it comes again!"
"Brother! Daddy! Grandpa! Please, I beg you, don't throw!"
"I surrender, I surrender, please don't throw!"
As they ran, the gang members shouted and pleaded.
The commotion was loud enough to attract the attention of the residents in the neighborhood, who opened their windows to see what was happening. Witnessing the bizarre scene, they couldn't help but be amazed.
"Hey, aren't those guys from the Razor Gang? What's going on?"
"Is it another gang invading their turf?"
"No, wait, there's a student there. He seems to be wearing a Fu Middle School uniform."
"Wow, this is strange. How are they being chased by a student?"
A youth with yellow hair finally stopped, out of breath.
At that moment, a figure like a nightmare appeared beside him.
The yellow-haired youth turned and saw Xueheng standing expressionlessly in front of him, his cold and sharp gaze fixed on him, a metal baseball bat in his hand.
"...Please spare my life, good sir."
The yellow-haired youth immediately knelt down, his eyes filled with fear as he begged for mercy.
"Bang!"
The baseball bat whistled through the air and struck the youth's left ear, sending him flying sideways and landing several meters away, limp on the ground.
Xueheng held the bloodied baseball bat and slowly walked towards the remaining gang members, who were now struggling to run any further.
The bat dragged on the ground, its metal surface scraping against the cement and creating a clanging sound.
His footsteps were steady and unhurried, each one feeling like it landed on the gang members' hearts.
Step by step...
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