Chapter 12: Settling Accounts

  "Is today a good day for settling accounts? That woman just wanted to settle scores with me, and now these guys want to settle scores with me too?" Xiao Ping muttered to himself in his heart, expressionless, nodding: "Alright, let's go!"

  Xiao Ping was previously misunderstood by Zhang Yuexin in the hospital, and he was looking for a place to vent his bad mood. Zhao Yong and others took the initiative to come to him, and such a good opportunity couldn't be missed?

  After the conflict with Xiao Ping two days ago, Zhao Yong no longer dared to underestimate him as before. Seeing Xiao Ping agree to go to the alley without hesitation, Zhao Yong couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. However, thinking that he had brought five people this time and also brought two wooden sticks for emergencies, Zhao Yong's confidence returned, and he glared at Xiao Ping fiercely, saying: "Let's go!"

  Xiao Ping was surrounded by Zhao Yong and others in the middle, slowly walking towards a quiet alley in the village. His hands were inserted into his trouser pockets, looking very relaxed, but in fact he had already secretly turned on the recording function of his new mobile phone.

  Before long, several people arrived at the alley. Zhao Yong and a few other thugs divided into two groups, sandwiching Xiao Ping in the middle, with malicious grins on their faces. Xiao Ping, however, seemed to be completely unaware of the situation, coldly staring at Zhao Yong and asking, "Speak up, what do you want to do?"

  Zhao Yong stared at Xiao Ping with a sly smile and said, "I heard that you've made a fortune growing vegetables lately! A few of us brothers want to borrow some money from you to spend, we don't need much, just take out 3,000 to 5,000 yuan!"

  "What if I don't lend it?" Xiao Ping asked calmly.

  "Don't blame us for being impolite!" Zhao Yong's menacing expression was fully exposed: "If you don't lend, we'll beat you until you do. Don't force us to take action!"

  "This is daylight robbery!"

  "We're just robbers!" Zhao Yong completely lost his patience and roared menacingly: "Hand over the money quickly, or I'll cripple you!"

  Finally recorded what I wanted, Xiao Ping quietly turned off the phone and slightly curled up the corner of his mouth: "You admit this is robbery and it will be easier to deal with!"

  Xiao Ping's attitude made Zhao Yong feel a little uneasy, and he couldn't help but shout loudly: "What are you waiting for? Hit me!"

  As soon as Zhao Yong's words fell, Xiao Ping had already taken action. He kicked the nearest person in the abdomen with great force, directly kicking him to the corner of the wall, and he couldn't get up again. At this time, the other thugs finally reacted, and someone took a big step towards Xiao Ping, swinging his wooden stick down with a whistling sound.

  This stick was both ruthless and accurate, fast enough to make ordinary people unable to resist. However, in Xiao Ping's eyes, it seemed a bit slow. He dodged the stick sideways and punched his opponent's face with one fist. The bridge of that person's nose made a "crack" sound, and what was originally a straight nose was now crooked, already broken by Xiao Ping's punch.

  The unlucky guy let out a miserable cry, covering his nose with both hands as he retreated backward, finally landing on the ground with a thud. Xiao Ping caught the wooden stick that had been dropped and gave the three people who rushed up late a fierce beating. Xiao Ping's attack was sharp-angled and extremely fast, no matter how hard the two thugs tried to dodge, they couldn't escape the powerful and heavy blows of the wooden stick, and soon they were crying out in pain.

  In recent years, Xiao Ping had not been bullied by these guys for a short time. At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to vent out all the grievances in his heart for many years. The wooden stick fell on the three hooligans like raindrops, and they soon couldn't bear Xiao Ping's strength, breaking off with a "crack" from the middle. As half of the wooden stick fell to the ground, Xiao Ping's attack also stopped. The three hooligans, who were covered in injuries, lay on the ground groaning non-stop, thanks to Xiao Ping not having gone for the kill, otherwise they would probably have lost their lives by now.

  Zhao Yong stared blankly at his subordinates, who were all lying on the ground. The ferocious expressions they had worn earlier had been replaced by fear. He couldn't believe things had turned out this way. Xiao Ping, whom he could previously bully at will, had suddenly become a formidable opponent and had taken down five people in an instant, seemingly without exerting himself. Zhao Yong stared blankly at his scattered subordinates, feeling as if he was dreaming and that everything was unreal.

  "Now...do you still want to borrow money?" The cold voice brought Zhao Yong back to reality, and he turned around and ran away, hoping to get as far away from Xiao Ping as possible.

  Xiao Ping threw the half wooden stick in his hand at Zhao Yong without hesitation. Zhao Yong, who was running wildly, only felt a pain in his back and involuntarily rolled to the ground. Before Zhao Yong could get up again, Xiao Ping had already rushed to his side, stepped on the guy's face with one foot, and coldly said: "You haven't answered my question yet, do you still want to borrow money?"

  At this time, Zhao Yong didn't dare to provoke Xiao Ping anymore, and hastily said with unclear tone: "No... no need to borrow!"

  "Alright." Xiao Ping nodded slightly, then kicked Zhao Yong's face heavily. Zhao Yong let out a loud cry of pain and spat out several bloody teeth.

  Xiao Ping didn't even give the guy a second glance, turned around and walked towards the other end of the alley, muttering to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Looks like today is indeed a good day for settling accounts..."

  Xiao Ping was well aware that he had suddenly transformed from a patient who would suffocate after running a few steps to an expert who could take down six people with ease, and the reason for this lay in the mysterious Lian Yao Hu. The spiritual liquid not only cured Xiao Ping's illness but also made his body even stronger. If it weren't for this, it would have been Xiao Ping lying on the ground groaning instead of Zhao Yong and his accomplices. Thinking of this, Xiao Ping involuntarily patted the package containing jade stones on his shoulder, looking forward to the changes that Lian Yao Hu would bring to him in the future.

  At the same time as Xiao Ping left, Wang Jian also poked his head out from the other end of the alley. Although he was afraid to get involved with people like Zhao Yong, he couldn't help but take a leave and stay nearby all day to keep an eye on these thugs' movements. What Wang Jian wanted to do was to see Xiao Ping's miserable appearance with his own eyes, and if he could find an opportunity to kick him a few times to vent his anger, that would be even more perfect.

  So when Wang Jian saw Xiao Ping follow Zhao Yong and others into the alley, he was excited to speed up his heartbeat a lot. Especially when the continuous cries of pain reached Wang Jian's ears, he seemed to see that Zhao Yong and others were brutally beating Xiao Ping, and involuntarily revealed a triumphant smile.

  When everything returned to calm, Wang Jian, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, quickly walked towards the alley. He wanted to take a look at Xiao Ping's miserable state and then kick him hard twice to vent the evil air in his chest.

  Wang Jian had just turned into the alley when he saw Zhao Yong and others with bruised noses and swollen faces walking towards him, supporting each other. He didn't expect this situation at all, and for a moment his brain was also a bit short-circuited, and he blurted out: "Brother Yong, how much money did you get from Xiao Ping?"

  "Robbing money?" Zhao Yong, who had a few missing teeth, saw Wang Jian and burst into flames, shouting unclearly: "It's all because of your stupid idea, I'm going to settle accounts with you, brothers come on!"

  "What are you doing? Ah, no... stop hitting!" Wang Jian's miserable cries soon echoed through the alley, it seemed that today was indeed a good day to settle accounts.