nashuaworldcup Chapter 84 Combat
Chapter 84 Combat
The night was deep, and the streetlights were dim.
Fu Yibai sat in the back seat, his gaze calmly sweeping over the figures outside the car who were gathering around with sticks.
Liu Yan gripped the steering wheel tightly, her expression tense, but she neither screamed nor panicked.
"Mr. Fu, the car doors are locked. We've already called the police, and they said they'll be there in ten minutes."
Liu Yan's voice was very low, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
Fu Yibai hummed in agreement, his gaze falling out the window.
The leader was a man in his thirties, bald, with a hideous scar on his neck, and wearing a black jacket.
He walked to the front of the car and tapped the hood with the iron pipe in his hand, making a dull "bang" sound.
"Get down."
Fu Yibai didn't move.
The bald man knocked twice more, went to the back door, bent down and leaned close to the car window, trying to see the people inside.
But the car windows were tinted dark, so he could only vaguely see a figure in the back seat.
"Playing dead, huh?"
The bald man straightened up, took a step back, and waved to the people around him.
"Smash the car window."
Several thugs carrying baseball bats immediately surrounded them.
Fu Yibai rolled down the car window, but only halfway down.
"What's up?"
His voice was so calm that it startled the bald man.
The bald man leaned closer and, using the light of the streetlamp, finally saw Fu Yibai's face clearly.
Young, dressed in a suit and tie, with no trace of panic in his eyes, he looked at her as if she were a noisy fly.
The bald man grinned, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking.
"Someone paid us to teach you a lesson."
If you know what's good for you, get down here and take a beating.
"How ungrateful..."
He shook the iron pipe in his hand.
Fu Yibai looked at him, his expression unchanged.
"Who sent you?"
The bald man chuckled.
"Looks like you've offended quite a few people. Don't you realize that?"
Fu Yibai didn't reply, but just looked at him, his gaze as calm as a deep pool of water.
The bald man felt inexplicably uneasy under his gaze. He waved his hand impatiently.
"Stop talking nonsense, get down here. We're in a hurry, brothers."
Fu Yibai remained motionless.
"Huayi?" he asked.
The bald man paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"Huayi? What's that? I have no idea."
Anyway, someone pays us, so we do the job.
Hurry up...
"Who is that?"
Fu Yibai interrupted him, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking about today's weather.
The bald man was enraged by his attitude; the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a fierce look.
"Damn it, you're asking for it, aren't you?"
He took a step back and yelled at the people around him.
"Smash it!"
Several thugs immediately raised the weapons in their hands.
Just then, another thug leaned close to the bald man's ear, whispered something, and glanced towards the driver's seat.
The bald man looked in the direction he was pointing and could vaguely see Liu Yan's profile in the driver's seat through the window.
In the dim light, her face was as exquisite as a painting, her figure slender, and the curves etched by the seatbelt were captivating.
The bald man squinted, his expression shifting from fierce to something even more filthy.
He leaned back to the car window, his gaze passing over Fu Yibai and landing on Liu Yan, licking his lips.
"There's a girl in the car too?"
He smiled, revealing a set of yellow teeth.
"He's quite good-looking."
Bro, how about this: you come down and get a beating, and we can have this girl for a bit. We'll let you go when we're done.
How was it?
Several thugs around them joined in the laughter, their laughter filled with filth.
Liu Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her nails almost dug into the leather.
Fu Yibai's expression changed.
Before, it was calm, like a stagnant pool.
Something is churning beneath that pool of water.
He didn't say anything, he just opened the car door.
The bald man subconsciously took a half step back, but then felt embarrassed and took another step forward.
"You're smart to know what's good for you—"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Fu Yibai was already standing outside the car, and the car door closed gently behind him.
The streetlights cast a dim yellow glow on him.
His dark gray suit was impeccably tailored, and his shirt collar was neatly trimmed, making him completely out of place on this dilapidated street and among the group of thugs carrying sticks.
He looked at the bald man.
Say what you just said again.
His voice was very soft, as if it were a casual question.
The bald man was uneasy about his attitude, but with more than a dozen people standing behind him, he couldn't back down.
"What are you talking about? I'm saying—"
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yibai made his move.
The bald man couldn't even see how he moved.
He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the next second, Fu Yibai was already right in front of him.
Then, a sharp pain shot through his wrist as he gripped the iron pipe.
Fu Yibai placed his hand on his wrist and gently twisted it.
"Click."
The sound of bones breaking was clear and piercing.
The iron pipe hit the ground, and the bald man let out a scream as he staggered backward.
But Fu Yibai didn't let him back away; his other hand had already gripped his shoulder and pressed him down.
"Bang!"
The bald man's knees slammed heavily onto the ground, and he knelt down in front of Fu Yibai.
The surrounding thugs were all stunned.
too fast.
From the moment Fu Yibai made his move to the moment the bald man knelt down, it took only two seconds.
"What are you waiting for! Charge!"
The bald man knelt on the ground, his face covered in sweat from the pain, and roared hoarsely.