Rotting Land: Survive

The sound of laughter immediately rang out, and a dozen "Japanese" students were all mocking Derek’s awkwardness. No one stepped forward to console him, no one condemned Watanabe’s violence. There was only indifferent ridicule.

Are these the students at the top of the pyramid? This is simply a group of cold-blooded bastards!

Watanabe’s actions reminded Old Xu of the atrocities committed by Japan during their invasion of Huaxia a hundred years ago. Although Derek was no longer a Huaxia citizen, he was born in Huaxia and had Huaxia blood flowing in his veins.

A hundred years ago you invaded our land, humiliated our people, and a hundred years later you’re still...

His fists involuntarily clenched tightly, but considering the situation’s severity, Xu Renjie still restrained the impulse to strike.

After all, special forces are not gods; although those before him were young people in their twenties, they were all armed. If a real fight broke out, regardless of who would win, those trapped students could likely suffer due to it.

If you fail to endure small matters, great plans will be disrupted. Xu Renjie could of course control his emotions, but Derek... Through the trace of anger that flashed in the young man’s eyes earlier, Old Xu knew Derek’s fighting spirit hadn’t been extinguished by a life of despair; there was still a spark of resistance within him.

This clearly was something Old Xu wanted to see, but at this critical moment, he still hoped Derek could maintain enough restraint.

Otherwise, once a conflict arose, Old Xu could only abandon the young men’s lives for the sake of the larger picture.

Humiliation! Anger! Derek lay on the ground, his eyes red, almost bursting into flames.

Seeing Derek didn’t respond, Watanabe raised an eyebrow, "You! Get up!"

No response, it seemed Derek hadn’t heard him.

"I’m telling you to get up! Did you hear me!"

"Bang!" A kick landed on Derek’s side; the skinny young man had somehow slipped to Derek’s side. Seeing Watanabe’s anger, he knew this was a rare opportunity to ingratiate himself. Without hesitation, he raised his right foot and aimed at Derek.

"Baka! Playing dead, are you? How dare you not listen to what Watanabe Boss says!?"

Whether it’s because the skinny young man’s kick made a difference, Derek, who was previously "unresponsive," finally began to move after suffering this round of blows.

But his speed of getting up was rather slow.

Which gave the skinny young man another chance to "show off," as he swung a kick at Derek’s midsection again. This time, he used eighty percent of his strength, Derek, already crippled by Watanabe’s kick, struggled to recover, and the dual assault from the skinny young man made Derek’s just bent body suddenly shrink and then heavily fall to the ground.

"Baka yarou! Worthless waste! No strength to get up! I think you should just stay down on the ground forever!"

Looking at Derek collapsing again, the skinny young man’s face showed a sinister smile, then he raised his right foot high, and heavily stamped it down on Derek’s back.

"How does it feel lying on the ground, huh? Comfortable, isn’t it!"

"Bang!" The second foot!

"You dared not listen to Watanabe Boss’s words!"

"Bang!" The third foot!

"You really think you’re someone important, huh!"

"Bang!" The fourth foot!

"You’re just a dog we keep!"

"Bang!" The fifth foot!

The skinny young man stomped on Derek repeatedly, and in moments of excitement, he even pressed his shoe sole against Derek’s face.

Imagine Derek, having lived over twenty years, had he ever suffered such humiliation before.

Never before had he felt the ground so cold.

Every word from the skinny young man stabbed like a knife into Derek’s chest, and every stomped sneaker crushed not only Derek’s body but also his dignity as a man.

Watching the "Japanese" students running wild, and bullying others, Lei Tong felt suffocated. He was straightforward, having had a period of delinquency before joining the military.

But whether he was in the underworld or had become a National Guardian, Lei Tong never changed one thing, his principle: he never bullied the weak and never imposed his anger on others.

And what the Japanese students were doing now was completely breaking Lei Tong’s limits. If he hadn’t been honed in the military for so long, learning to control his emotions, the Lei Tong from the underworld would have already rolled up his sleeves and knocked down the skinny young man.

However, even so, Lei Tong still hoped he could do something. He silently glanced at Xu Renjie, meaning to ask if it was time to intervene.

Old Xu immediately frowned and denied it, clearly, at this juncture, acting was the same as setting fire to a pile of dry wood.

Now, they could only hope the skinny young man would finish his rampage soon, and hope Derek could continue to restrain his emotions and not make any unnecessary sacrifices.

Because many things can’t be solved just by impulsiveness.

One must know that the fighting spirit can be your aid if used well, but if misused, it can only lead to bloodshed.

However, Old Xu clearly underestimated the skinny young man’s savagery; he was getting more and more excited, crazier with every stomp.

If initially, he was only trying to suck up to Watanabe, then now, with the thrill of stomping rising, the robust young man had clearly turned the current humiliation into a channel for venting his desires. He exceptionally enjoyed the actions at this moment.

There’s no doubt, if Derek continued to be "ravaged" like this, even if the muscular young man stopped, he would probably be in danger of severe injuries or even death.

After all, there wasn’t comprehensive medical equipment available to treat his injuries.

Seeing the situation about to slip into an irretrievable tragedy, at this critical moment, the initiator of the event suddenly let out a low shout: "Enough!"

Perhaps Watanabe’s voice was too deep at that moment, as the thrilled skinny young man plainly didn’t register it.

And his disregard made Watanabe feel his dignity was challenged.

With a stern face, Watanabe stepped towards the skinny young man.

Once he reached him, he swung his left arm sharply towards the skinny young man, "I told you to stop, didn’t you hear me?"

The hand was like a fan, the skinny young man immersed in his violence suddenly felt a forceful gust from the side, he instinctively wanted to raise his arm to block but was ultimately too slow. Watanabe’s swift and precise slap landed firmly on the young man’s chest.

Then the skinny young man was pressed to the ground under Watanabe’s force, once settled, Watanabe leaned down, brought his face close to the young man’s, and asked, "Did you hear my words!!?"

"I heard, heard it! Wa-Watanabe boss! I-I just didn’t notice earlier! So-Sorry!"

He dared not resist, dared not argue; at this moment, the skinny young man had not a trace of his previous arrogance.

Observing the sudden change on the field, Xu Renjie expressed disdain for the skinny young man’s cowardice, yet he also slightly frowned at Watanabe’s two skillful moves.

From a professional standpoint, his techniques weren’t sophisticated, but compared to students of the same age group, his skills undoubtedly ranked as top-notch. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on QiDian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)