Chapter 135: I Just Like the Stubborn Ones
Wu Mengyao’s pretty face went white with rage. She desperately wanted to slap Old Tian’s mouth until it swelled, but she was afraid of escalating the situation.
Cheng Yuan, however, had no such reservations. Dragging Old Sun like a dead dog, he strode up to Old Tian and slapped him hard across the face!
SLAP!
Old Tian’s mouth was a bloody pulp, and half his teeth came loose!
Cheng Yuan’s strike was so sudden that everyone was stunned. The fishermen simply couldn’t believe what was happening right before their eyes!
’With so many of us surrounding them, how dare this pretty boy make the first move?’
’Does this pretty boy have a death wish?’
SWISH!
All the fishermen turned to look at Little Mo President in unison. Veins bulged on his forehead. He knew Wu Mengyao’s credentials were real.
But since he’d already been so thoroughly shit on, his only choice was to pretend they were fake!
"Kid! You’re courting death!"
Little Mo President hefted a massive anchor and, from behind, swung it viciously at the back of Cheng Yuan’s head!
Wu Mengyao’s expression changed, and she cried out in alarm, "Cheng Yuan, look out!"
To Little Mo President’s surprise, Cheng Yuan acted as if he had eyes in the back of his head and abruptly ducked!
THUMP!
The anchor in Little Mo President’s hands smashed into Old Sun’s head!
Old Sun’s head was smashed open like a rotten watermelon!
The corpse, missing half its head, collapsed heavily onto the pier!
Stunned!
Everyone was utterly stunned!
They stared blankly at Old Sun’s body, speechless for a long moment!
With a RATTLE, Wu Mengyao drew her pistol, aimed it at Little Mo President, and roared, "Drop your weapon! Hands on your head! Get down on the ground, now! Or I will shoot!"
Seeing Wu Mengyao draw her gun, the fishermen began to panic. ’This little lass really is a Constable Xing!’
However, Little Mo President and his die-hard cronies remained unfazed. Instead of dropping his weapon, Little Mo President took an arrogant step forward.
"Little lass, I was going to do you a favor and let you leave, but you just had to push your luck! Fine, you can all stay here forever! What are you waiting for? Do it!"
CLICK-CLACK! CLICK-CLACK!
Several of his most loyal underlings drew their guns at the same time, their dark muzzles trained on Wu Mengyao and Cheng Yuan!
Seeing his side had control of the situation, Old Tian clutched his stinging face and grew cocky again. "Little lass, you’ve got one gun, we’ve got seven. What makes you think you can fight us! Drop the gun right now and go warm Little Mo President’s bed for him! And as for you, kid—you dared to hit me? I’m gonna skin you alive today!"
With that, Old Tian walked up to Cheng Yuan and swung a vicious slap at his face!
Cheng Yuan snorted. "So what if I hit you a hundred more times?"
Cheng Yuan’s speed was immense, far surpassing Old Tian’s.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Cheng Yuan let loose with both hands, landing several slaps in a row and sending Old Tian spinning in circles!
CLICK! CLICK!
Several guns aimed at Cheng Yuan, and their owners pulled the triggers without hesitation!
Of course, Cheng Yuan wasn’t about to stand there and die. He kicked Old Tian in the chest, sending him flying like a cannonball toward the young gunmen!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Old Tian was riddled with bullets, dead as a doornail!
Old Tian’s corpse slammed into the young men, sending them flying.
Cheng Yuan lunged forward like a phantom. Before the young men could even react, he had disarmed them, and all their pistols were in his hands.
The scene had unfolded so quickly that everyone was dumbstruck, staring blankly at Cheng Yuan, at a loss for words.
With a CLICK, Cheng Yuan flicked off the pistol’s safety, aiming the dark muzzle at Little Mo President’s head. "Ready to answer my question now? Where is Zhu Wenhu?"
Even now, Little Mo President refused to back down. He said coldly, "Kid, some things are not for a small fry like you to get involved in. With your skills, why be a measly Constable Xiao Xing for pocket change? Come work for me. I’ll give you a hundred thousand a month!"
"Trying to bribe me? Interesting!"
BANG!
Cheng Yuan pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed Little Mo President’s scalp, leaving a deep red mark from which Blood Pearls began to seep.
And yet, Little Mo President was incredibly stubborn, not even blinking.
"Kid, if you don’t have the guts to kill, don’t go firing your gun wildly! I was playing games like this back when I was just starting out!"
"Excellent! I like stubborn men. I hope you can keep it up until the very end!"
Cheng Yuan grinned, then with a flick of his wrist, he gripped the pistol tightly. Channeling his Celestial Witch True Essence, he began to crush the weapon in his hand.
CREAK, CRUNCH.
The pistol made a grating sound that set everyone’s teeth on edge as Cheng Yuan crumpled it into a misshapen ball of metal.
The sight made everyone’s scalp tingle with fear. Even Little Mo President’s eyes betrayed a flicker of terror!
’This kid is a master!’
With a CLINK, Cheng Yuan casually tossed the small metal ball at Little Mo President’s feet and then took out a handful of Silver Needles.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Little Mo President was turned into a human pincushion.
But Little Mo President wasn’t flustered. Instead, he broke into a wild grin. "Is that all you’ve got? You think a few needles are enough to scare me?"
Cheng Yuan grinned back. "Yep. Just this."
With that, Cheng Yuan gave Little Mo President a light slap.
Little Mo President’s expression changed in an instant, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered. "AAAGH! What did you do to me!?"
"I just stimulated your nervous system, making it tens of thousands of times more sensitive. Enjoy it."
As he spoke, Cheng Yuan drove a fist into Little Mo President’s liver!
"Nghh..."
Little Mo President’s face went deathly pale, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets!
Little Mo President couldn’t describe the sensation. He had never felt such pain in his entire life!
If the pain of childbirth was a ten, what Little Mo President was feeling now was a one hundred!
Cheng Yuan flexed his fist, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at Little Mo President.
Little Mo President’s face turned green with fear. He quickly began to plead, "Bro—no, Boss! Please, spare me! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just don’t hit me again!"
"Speak! Where have you hidden Zhu Wenhu?!"
Little Mo President tremblingly raised a hand, pointing toward the horizon. "He’s... on that ship!"
Wu Mengyao ran her hands through her hair in frustration. ’I should have realized it sooner,’ she thought. ’Insisting on setting sail in such a storm... something had to be fishy!’
’What a waste of time!’
Cheng Yuan was also annoyed. Thanks to Little Mo President’s stalling, the ship was already far in the distance, and catching it wouldn’t be easy.
"Get a boat ready, now! We’re heading out to pursue them! We have to bring Zhu Wenhu to justice!"
Cheng Yuan looked at Little Mo President, his face impassive. "You there. You heard Mengyao. Arrange a boat. Now. We’re going after Zhu Wenhu."
Little Mo President’s expression changed. He pleaded, "Boss, you can’t be serious! We only have one large vessel at this pier, the Jiangbo No.! Any of the smaller fishing boats would be sailing to their deaths in this weather!"
Cheng Yuan glanced at the turbulent waves, then at the small fishing boats at the pier. He turned his head to Wu Mengyao. "Mengyao, the storm is too strong. It’s too dangerous to chase them in a small boat. Can you get a helicopter?"
Wu Mengyao gave a bitter smile. "Before, maybe I could have. But you know the situation I’m in now."
Cheng Yuan nodded slightly, took out his phone, and dialed Hu Shishi’s number.
"Sister Shishi, I’m at Luocheng Pier. I need a helicopter, as soon as possible."