Chapter Eighteen: The Hero Saves the Boy

  Qiao Baozi, who didn't have Zhao Heng's keen hearing, was puzzled at that time. At the intersection of the alley and the road, two stacked paper trunks were knocked over, turned over a few times, and then lay still on the road. Immediately afterwards, countless men shouted angrily, and the cry for help became even clearer:

  "Help!"

  This time Qiao Pangzi also sensed something was wrong and stared at the intersection with wide eyes.

  A young man of about their age suddenly ran out from the alley, flustered and frightened. Due to his speed, it was easy for people to feel as if he had appeared in an instant. When the young man, who was frantically escaping, reached the entrance of the road, he hesitated slightly, saw someone blocking Zhao Heng's direction, and subconsciously turned around.

  He wanted to run in another direction, but the two black sedans driving towards him made him stop in his tracks. In the end, he still ran towards Zhao Heng's side. At this moment, the group of people who were chasing him in the alley also rushed out, each with a sturdy build and an evil appearance, holding thick water pipes.

  "Get him! Get him!"

  The youth in the dim light was running wildly under the scolding of the man in black, and soon he ran from the darkness to a place where the streetlights could shine. Zhao Heng and Qiao Baozi were also able to clearly distinguish the youth's face, which looked very pale due to intense exercise and excessive fright, like a frightened little animal.

  Qiao Baozi pulled Zhao Heng back two meters to give way, but he didn't take off running in fright. Qiao Yuncai knew that when people fought, they were not rational and their minds were filled with bloodlust and ferocity, and anyone who wasn't a comrade would be hacked at indiscriminately. So Qiao Baozi steadied himself, although his heart was chilled by those water pipes.

  Zhao Heng glanced at Qiao Baozi: This kid is destined for great things.

  Because of the brief stop just now, the young man was quickly kicked to the ground by the burly man in front, his entire body dragged out for four or five meters, and he crashed into the railing beside Zhao Heng. Then the big man rushed up again, ruthlessly kicking the young man and scolding: "Damn it! I told you to run!"

  "Run for it!"

  This big man is about 1.8 meters tall, and his physique is like a mountain for a young man. The thick hair on his hands shows his overly strong masculine aura, and he also wears a black eye patch on his left eye, making his face look ferocious and frightening. At first glance, it's clear that this person is a bully and a ruthless fighter.

  At this moment he is kicking on the back of the boy:

  "You dare to play tricks, want to die?"

  The young man was quickly beaten by him, and then he was lifted up by two big men who walked up. The one-eyed big man didn't say a word, slapping the young man with a loud slap, and then pulled his hair to continue scolding: "Damn it! You can still run pretty well, let me chase you for two streets, wasting my time."

  "Don't you know our time is precious?"

  The next second, he slapped another slap on the boy's face.

  A streak of fresh blood flowed from the corner of the young man's mouth. Zhao Heng, who didn't understand what was happening, didn't immediately rush to his rescue, but seeing the young man's thin body and helpless eyes, he clenched his fists secretly, then heard the young man shouting: "Beat me, you can beat me to death, I won't sign..."

  "I, Song Qingguan, would rather die than let that woman get her hands on my father's property."

  Qiao Pangzi was taken aback: Why is this name so familiar?

  The young man shouted again: "If you have the guts, kill me."

  Bang!

  The big Han punched the young man in the abdomen, and as he arched his body, he grabbed his hair: "Still stubborn? Your dad is already dead, no one can protect you now. If you know what's good for you, sign the transfer agreement and hand over all your assets to Mrs. Song. Otherwise, we'll slowly torture you."

  Despite his stomach aching, the boy still shouted stubbornly: "I won't sign."

  Zhao Heng and Qiao Baozi were both clever people, and soon they heard the inner??? from their conversation. It turned out to be a grudge between the wealthy families. At this time, the big Han who was preparing to make another move saw Zhao Heng and others, and hurriedly shouted: "You two are looking at nothing, hurry up and roll away for Laozi, otherwise I'll chop you two into pieces and sink them into the river, roll!"

  Qiao Pangzi's mouth twitched: "Under broad daylight..."

  "For crying out loud! Where did all this nonsense come from."

  A burly man took two steps forward, swung his iron rod and struck at Qiao Baozi. To him, beating these two young men would have no consequences, just by looking at their clothes, they were ordinary civilians, and even if he beat them, it would be pointless. When Qiao Baozi saw the iron rod coming, his eyelid twitched subconsciously, and his large body was about to dodge backwards.

  Zhao Heng stepped out.

  He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the back of the other's hand, then suddenly tightened his grip, with a burst of force so strong that it was suffocating between his fingers, causing the man holding the iron rod to emit a chilling cracking sound from his finger joints, breaking his hand bones! The former couldn't help but let out a mournful howl, like a fat pig being stabbed with a sharp knife in the middle of the night.

  The iron rod fell from the man's hand, Zhao Heng turned around, and with one swift motion, he picked up the rod with his other hand. He then slapped the man's chin with a loud crack, blood splattered everywhere, and the man let out an earth-shattering scream as his jawbone cracked. The screaming man suddenly fell silent, just like a pig that had been throttled, and crashed to the ground with a thud.

  The abrupt drop made everyone's senses feel a little off.

  The black-clothed man and the white-clothed youth were both shocked, clearly not expecting Zhao Heng to be so overbearing. Qiao Yuncai was even more ashamed, feeling that he was far too weak compared to Zhao Heng, and yet he had dared to claim to be someone else's leader - it was truly a joke. He decided from now on to address Zhao Heng as "Old Big".

  The young man in white still had a hint of fervor in his eyes, with admiration and gratitude inside.

  "Dare to hit my brother? Kill him!"

  As the first Hanzi didn't expect Zhao Heng to be so fierce, he immediately disabled someone as soon as he made a move. When he saw his companion severely injured and fell to the ground, he suddenly burst into a loud shout. Two big men rushed up from both sides at once, swinging their iron clubs towards Zhao Heng's head in unison. Zhao Heng gripped the blood-stained club without retreating, instead advancing forward, his hand rose and the club fell, and the two men let out a miserable cry as they flew out.

  Their wrists were all broken by Zhao Heng.

  "Damn it! Kill him."

  The one-eyed man was shocked, and immediately became more violent, shouting at his remaining subordinates to charge forward. But before the words had even fallen, Zhao Heng suddenly lifted up a wounded person on the ground and slammed his massive body into the gathering of thugs, instantly knocking several of them down. And it was at this moment that Zhao Heng charged forward, swinging his iron rod non-stop.

  "when", "when", "when"

  The sudden metallic collision seemed to have merged into a long, drawn-out sound. Zhao Heng's iron rod danced like flashes of lightning, its wind whistling fiercely and briefly, making the dark night eerie and terrifying. Blood splattered, people fell, and there were earth-shaking roars and mournful cries, all intertwined in an instant to form a massive rumble.

  The entire scene was in a state of utmost chaos for a moment.

  A crimson mist spread out, illuminated by the lamp's rays, exuding an unspeakable beauty. In less than two minutes, over a dozen burly men lay on the ground, wailing in agony. Zhao Heng stood like a war god amidst the chaotic bodies, his backlit figure radiating an aura of invincibility that made one dare not be his enemy.

  Qiao Pangzi and the white-clothed youth were stunned, even forgetting to cheer. The one-eyed big man's mouth twitched, his eyes revealing a fearful shock towards Zhao Heng. He knew his own level, which was indeed higher than that of his companions, but compared to Zhao Heng, it was too far apart, too far, without any power to fight back.

  "Brother, we are clean..."

  One-eyed Han thought he could intimidate Zhao Heng by moving out the signboard, but instead saw the latter not even listening to him, directly rushing in front of him and stepping on his left foot. Then came a bone-crushing sound that made people's teeth ache. The sudden and intense pain made One-eyed Han's face look extremely ugly, and he even forgot to cry out in pain as his toes were crushed by Zhao Heng.

  Then he fell heavily to the ground with a gesture of being speechless and questioning the sky.

  Zhao Heng tapped his chin with an iron rod: "What do you want to say?"

  The one-eyed big Han was indignant but did not dare to resist, and later fainted from the pain. Zhao Heng threw the bloody iron rod on the ground, patted his hand to signal to Qiao Baozi, and immediately returned to school by the original route. He had no appetite for roast chicken after what happened, and as for the white-clothed youth, he believed that the former would report to the police to handle the aftermath.

  Qiao Yuncai, who was convinced by Zhao Heng, immediately followed him with a flattering attitude:

  "Awesome, powerful, awesome, fierce."