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Chapter 21: A Victory for Martial Arts!
"I was wrong, bro, I was wrong, please, don't..."
"Bang!"
"Wait, we're from the Razor Gang, you..."
"Bang!"
"Can we come to an agreement?"
"Bang!"
On the street, the scattered Razor Gang members who were lying on the ground looked like a set of golf balls. Xue Jing held a metal baseball bat and walked up to them, cracking their skulls one by one, regardless of their pleas.
Before long, the only one left standing was a young man with a buzz cut.
Xue Jing slowly walked up to the young man. The metal baseball bat in his hand was dented and caked with blood from the excessive force he had used to strike his victims.
"I'm curious," he said.
"As a harmless student, it's very normal for me to visit a friend's house, and there's nothing unusual about it, right?"
"I usually don't cause any trouble. When there's a traffic jam, I won't drive on the spacious sidewalk. If the food at a restaurant doesn't live up to its price, I'll just hold my nose and pay. And when I see punks like you, I'm so scared that I quickly take a different route."
"Not to mention, I've never been to the Southern District, so there's no way I could have accidentally offended you."
"So, what do you want to do to me all of a sudden?"
Xue Jing's tone was not harsh; he sounded like he was casually chatting with a friend.
However, as Xue Jing spoke, the fear on the buzz-cut youth's face grew deeper. By the time Xue Jing finished, the youth's legs went soft, and he sat on the ground, frantically waving his hands. "No, no, bro, we were just passing by... Ah!!"
Before he could finish, Xue Jing swung the bat and smashed it onto the youth's ankle.
The sound of cracking bones rang out, and the youth's ankle twisted unnaturally.
"When I ask you a question, answer honestly. Don't try to argue your way out of it. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"
"Y-yes, yes."
The buzz-cut youth was in so much pain that he was drenched in cold sweat. He quickly replied, "We're subordinates of Duan Kaiping, who's a member of the Razor Gang. Duan Ge saw you walking alone on the street in your Affixed Middle School uniform, and he wanted to kidnap you and extort your family..."
Xue Jing brandished the baseball bat in his hand and asked, "So, where is this Duan Ge?"
"Duan Ge thought that, since you're just a student, he didn't need to get his hands dirty, so he let us do it. He's waiting in a warehouse on the next street over!"
The buzz-cut youth spoke quickly, afraid that something he said might displease Xue Jing and earn him another blow.
"Is this Duan Ge very powerful?" Xue Jing asked.
"Duan Ge is a core member of the Razor Gang, with the privilege of tattooing 'Razor' over his heart... He used his connections with the gang leader to train at the Golden Wind Dojo. I've only seen him take action once, and he sliced a can of Coke in half with his bare hand, just like he was holding a razor!"
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.
Golden Wind Dojo... He had just heard Pei Youguang mention it earlier. The latter had learned 'Power Force' from that dojo.
The fact that this dojo allowed such unscrupulous gang members to train there suggested that it was not a reputable place. No wonder it was located in the Southern District.
'If he can slice through an aluminum can of Coke with his bare hands, slitting a throat would be even easier... His martial prowess is not to be underestimated.'
Xue Jing's eyes narrowed in thought.
With this incident, he had now become an enemy of the Razor Gang. Although these thugs had brought this upon themselves, Xue Jing knew that gangs like this wouldn't care about the truth.
Xue Jing first considered the possibility of silencing them all, but he quickly realized it wasn't feasible.
Aside from the question of whether he could bring himself to do it, the ruckus they had caused was just too loud. Many people had probably witnessed it, and it wouldn't be hard to find him through any of those witnesses.
Chapter: No Retreat
Xue Jing thought for a moment before asking, "Give me a detailed introduction to your Razor Gang."
He paused before continuing, "How much influence do they really have, and how many core members like 'Duan Ge' are there?"
The buzz-cut youth hesitated and chose his words carefully, "Our Razor Gang is one of the seven outer gangs in the Southern District, and the surrounding streets are all our turf... There are several dozen core members like Duan Ge."
Xue Jing narrowed his eyes, "What's the relationship between your gang leader and the Golden Wind Dojo?"
"The gang leader is the personal disciple of the master of the Golden Wind Dojo..."
Hearing this, Xue Jing frowned.
Just as he had thought, pulling out one radish brings out the mud. These entrenched local gangs have intricate and far-reaching connections. Offending one would mean dragging out a whole bunch of them.
Did he have to take on not just the Razor Gang but also the Golden Wind Dojo? And who knows who else the dojo might bring into this?
Would this ever end?
"Hmm... Is there a way out of this?"
Xue Jing felt that he could use this situation to his advantage.
The Razor Gang had the Golden Wind Dojo backing them, but there were other dojos in Qingcheng as well.
Dojo's were businesses that accepted anyone who paid the fee to become a disciple and learn martial arts.
Xue Jing couldn't believe that with his unmatched talent and extraordinary wisdom, any dojo wouldn't treat him with respect.
So what if your Razor Gang has backing and influence? I can match your strength in no time!
He even thought of a mischievous plan.
He could join the Golden Wind Dojo before the Razor Gang came for him.
When they do...
I acknowledge your gang's power, but what if I choose to join directly? How will you respond then?
However, his impression of the Golden Wind Dojo and the Razor Gang was so poor that unless he had no other choice, he didn't want to associate with them.
Xue Jing felt a sense of urgency.
Previously, he hadn't felt any pressure and, although he wanted to learn martial arts, he wasn't in a rush. But now, he had to figure out a way to quickly raise money to join a dojo.
"Thank you for the information."
Xue Jing said to the buzz-cut youth.
The latter quickly flattered, "You're welcome, bro. This is the least I could do... Look, can you please let me go?"
Xue Jing nodded.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance."
After speaking, he looked around and picked up a few handy stones from the ground not far away.
Seeing this, the buzz-cut youth's PTSD kicked in, and he felt a sense of foreboding.
"Run now, I'll only count to ten."
Xue Jing tossed the stones in his hand.
"One."
"Hey? Bro, look at my feet..."
The buzz-cut youth's face was full of despair as he pointed to his ankle, which had been smashed by Xue Jing's bat.
"Two."
"Wait, wait, can we start counting again?"
"Three."
Gritting his teeth, the buzz-cut youth endured the excruciating pain in his ankle and propped himself up against the wall. He hopped towards the opposite side of the street.
"Four."
But with only one working leg, he couldn't move very fast.
"Five."
The counting continued relentlessly from behind him, filling him with panic as he hurriedly increased his speed, only to trip and fall.
"Six."
He struggled to his feet, but in his haste, he knocked his injured ankle, causing him to fall again.
"Seven."
He crawled and rolled forward.
"Eight."
"Ahhhhhh!"
His scream echoed through the night.
"Nine."
"Ten."
Xue Jing watched as the buzz-cut youth, who had barely made it 20 meters, was hit by a stone.
"Bang!"
The last fatal blow of the night rang out.
Xue Jing looked at the 'bodies' littered across the street, then at the stone in his palm, and clenched it tightly with a confident smile:
"This is the victory of martial arts!"
...
(End of Chapter)
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