Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Injury, Fury
As soon as the words were spoken, the wind suddenly stopped. Bi Qingzhi and the others watched helplessly as everyone who passed by Bi Xia fell to the ground without fail in the blink of an eye.
They stared at Bi Xia in shock, thinking they saw things clearly, yet they couldn’t grasp it completely. They couldn’t even tell if Bi Xia had made a move at all.
Wang Qiang and Jian stepped back, gripping their machetes tightly. Seeing this, Bi Xia curved his lips slightly, lifted his gaze nonchalantly, and counted softly, "One, two, three, four, five, six... Ha, all here."
With a strong grip on the ends of the steel whip, he exerted force, and the two steel whips broke in half in front of the six people, turning into four pieces.
Seeing the frightened expressions on their faces, Bi Xia laughed mockingly, threw the steel whip behind him, and started walking forward as it hit the ground with a crisp sound.
"I really didn’t expect that finding you would require going through so many people, such a hassle..."
The young man spoke in a calm tone, as if chatting casually, but seeing only the six of them left in the underground gambling den while everyone else lay on the ground, and remembering the twenty-plus people outside, the six couldn’t help but step back, swallowing hard, eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
"Next time, don’t gather so many people, it’s useless," Bi Xia said leisurely, pressing down his baseball cap, "It only prolonged your safety, but nothing more, and it stirred up my rage. Why bother?"
"Who the hell are you! What do you want from us!" Jian stammered, his voice shaking.
Bi Xia paused upon hearing this, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost couldn’t catch his breath. Bi Wu, seeing Bi Xia’s manner, couldn’t help but shrink behind Bi Qingzhi, not knowing why he felt that the Bi Xia now was more terrifying than the one in the Xia Shi Store before.
His star-like eyes lazily lifted, the blue hue gone, leaving deep, dark black eyes without a trace of emotion. As the laughter ceased, the boy’s red lips, not shaded by the baseball cap’s shadow, pressed into a cold, thin line.
"Bi Xia."
"Bi Xia?" Wang Qiang and Jian repeated in confusion.
"Yes, Bi Xia," Bi Xia smiled slightly, "You probably don’t know, I’m sure you don’t know, since you’re just tools in someone else’s hands, doing others’ dirty work. You always follow orders, so how would you know..."
Suddenly lifting his head, "The names of those kids you’ve bullied!"
With a burst of force from his heels, nobody saw the boy’s actions clearly. There was only a flash of a black shadow, followed by a scream. The burly Wang Qiang was sent flying, and where he had stood, the boy now stood, fist clenched tightly.
Jian, seeing this, immediately swung his machete at the boy. The boy bent his body, grabbing Jian’s wrist with a reverse grip, and with the other hand hooked into a fist, he struck Jian hard in the abdomen. The hand holding Jian’s wrist twisted and pressed downward with force, and a crisp cracking sound echoed as Jian screamed, clutching his now broken arm.
Bi Xia slowly squatted down, his hand moving to Jian’s neck, squeezing hard. Watching Jian roll his eyes, his star-like eyes half-narrowed, "Remember, some people are not to be messed with!"
Releasing his grip slowly, he tossed Jian aside, then walked leisurely to Wang Qiang’s side. Bending down, he picked up the steel whip beside Wang Qiang, lifting it without any expression, "You hurt my mom, my brother, my dog. I’ll cripple one of your arms and one of your legs. The rest, they will settle."
Without any hesitation, he brought the steel whip down hard on Wang Qiang’s leg. Once wasn’t enough, twice wasn’t enough, three times!
"Hiss—" As the steel whip hit the ground, Bi Xia took a sharp breath, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before returning to a calm expression. He then lifted his foot suddenly, striking hard and completely breaking Wang Qiang’s leg that hadn’t broken earlier.
Slowly retracting his leg, he paused his movements, looking sidelong at the arm holding the steel whip, which was now bleeding from a machete cut. His small face showed no hint of pain. Slightly turning, his icy star-like eyes fixated on Bi Wu, who was gasping for breath while holding the machete, he smiled lightly, "Good, now I have no reason to let you... off."