Chapter 147: Chapter 119: Broken Hand Stealing Skill
She and Zheng Xiu looked at each other, and both could see a hint of exasperated amusement in the other’s eyes.
One could only imagine the complex emotions Feng Bei was feeling at this moment.
She, the great Upper Three, had actually been robbed of her waist token by this band of street punks.
"Brother Zheng," Feng Bei said, lowering her head and gritting her teeth.
"I get it. This is a secret." Zheng Xiu suppressed a laugh and walked toward the leading youth. "Don’t stoop to their level; they’re just kids. I’ll go talk some sense into them."
A few breaths later.
Zheng Xiu had easily taken them all down.
The leading youth, who had been the loudest and fiercest in his taunts, was now bruised and swollen, pinned under Zheng Xiu’s foot.
Despite the beating, the youth still glared fiercely at Zheng Xiu and spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground.
Zheng Xiu patted the youth’s face with his broken hand. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But don’t act like we’re the bad guys here. You’re the ones who stole from us first."
"Kill me or cut me up, do whatever you want! You people in black are never any good! If I so much as flinch..."
Zheng Xiu stomped his foot, creating a small crater in the ground next to the youth’s cheek.
Zheng Xiu smiled. "Then what?"
The youth shut his mouth.
"That’s enough!"
Just then, a scrawny, grimy child who had been hiding across from the alley’s entrance, pretending to be a passerby, walked into the alley. She had one hand tucked inside her shirt, while the other clutched a jet-black waist token.
It was a little girl.
The little girl gritted her teeth, held her head high, and said, "Let them go! You can have the waist token back!"
She seemed to know she had no room to bargain. With an expression of someone throwing caution to the wind, she tossed the waist token to Zheng Xiu.
The waist token was soon hanging from Feng Bei’s waist again, returned to its rightful owner.
"I’ve given you the waist token, so let them go! And my hand, give it back to me!" The girl held out her palm toward the Mighty Man. Her voice tried to sound tough, but its weakness and her trembling hand betrayed her true feelings.
Zheng Xiu squeezed his broken hand forcefully.
The little girl’s face turned pale. She cried out in pain and squatted on the ground.
"Susu!"
Seeing the girl’s pained expression, the youth on the ground grew frantic and started cursing at the Mighty Man again.
"So you’re... the Gentlemen’s Alliance?"
Zheng Xiu felt that this Gentlemen’s Alliance was a *tad* different from the one Si Youqing had described.
Their class was just too pathetic.
Zheng Xiu even suspected that Dou Xie alone could have trounced the entire lot.
Her "hand" held captive by Zheng Xiu, the girl called "Susu" by the youth gritted her teeth and offered one last bit of defiance. "It’s good that you know we’re the Gentlemen’s Alliance! We’re just small fry in the Alliance. If you wait for the big shots to make a move, none of you in black will make it out of General Town!"
Zheng Xiu glanced back at Feng Bei.
He really wanted to laugh.
"What a coincidence. I was just hoping to meet these ’big shots’ you speak of."
「About twenty minutes later.」
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei, using the "broken hand" as a hostage, forced the children to lead the way.
The children didn’t dare pull any more tricks this time, obediently leading them to an abandoned residence.
The bronze lock on the front door was covered in rust, a clear sign that no one had lived there for a long time. The group, however, went around to the back of the courtyard, moved a wheelbarrow piled high with fluffy, dry grass, and revealed a small hole. Susu turned her head and said to Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei, "We in the Gentlemen’s Alliance go in this way. If you insist on coming in, be my guest!"
It was obviously a doggy door.
As Susu spoke, a flicker of "sweet revenge" gleamed in her eyes.
Lately, Zheng Xiu had been dealing with either lofty Emperors, scheming Princes, or the Can, who possessed Miracle Techniques.
Dealing with such down-to-earth and easy-to-read "villains" made Zheng Xiu feel a strange sense of fondness.
Feng Bei felt something similar.
How to put it... The villains she usually encountered were all so grand in their schemes. It was rare to come across ones of this caliber. Feng Bei found it hard to stay angry; it was like watching a group of mischievous children playing around.
"Alright." Zheng Xiu nodded. "I can’t be bothered to go back around to the front door anyway."
With that, Zheng Xiu extended a foot, effortlessly kicked a large hole in the wall, and sauntered inside.
Once inside, Zheng Xiu tossed the broken hand behind him.
Susu froze. The broken hand dissolved into several wisps of black smoke in mid-air and drilled into her shirt.
When Susu pulled out the hand she had kept hidden in her shirt the whole time, it was perfectly unharmed.
Feng Bei followed Zheng Xiu inside.
"There’s the smell of blood."
Feng Bei said.
Zheng Xiu replied, "I smelled it. That’s why I gave her hand back."
Zheng Xiu’s kick had made too much noise. He had barely taken a few steps inside when a boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen emerged from the house, trembling. His head was wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, and he was holding a club.
