Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 694 Deterrence
Nevada really has a simple and honest folk culture.

Ai Liang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Before Ai Liang could even finish her reflection, something even more heartwarming happened.

A group of people blocked his way at the entrance of the alley.

Seven men, each with a baton in hand, and the leader was none other than the stout Skinny.

The skinny guy's eyes immediately sharpened when he saw Ai Liang.

"superior."

Without any further ado, at the skinny guy's command, the other six rushed forward, grabbing their weapons and heading towards Ai Liang.

These thugs had no idea what it meant to hold back, and they all attacked Ai Liang with all their might.

Since the other party wants to beat me half to death, it's okay to go a little too far, right?

Facing six people at the same time, Ai Liang was neither nervous nor flustered.

Their movements seemed pitifully slow to Ai Liang.

His large hand gripped the wrist of the thug at the front like an iron clamp, just as he was about to throw him off.

Click.

Ai Liang reached out and caught the falling baton, then swung it at the upper left of the thug's abdomen on the right.

That's the spleen.

Immediately afterwards, a moon wheel-like motion struck the back of his neck.

Before the thugs on the left could rush up, Ai Liang pulled the guy with the broken wrist in front of her to block a blow, then pushed him hard against her chest, knocking both of them down.

Whoosh!
Ai Liang ducked to dodge the baton that whistled through the air, and landed a hook punch on the opponent's abdomen.

The boy's eyes widened, and he felt his hands and feet trembling and his entire body shaking.

"Ugh, huh..."

The thug who had been hit by a hook punch clutched his stomach and fell to the ground on his side, letting out a groan before falling silent.

The churning in his abdomen prevented him from uttering any groans. He felt nauseous, but any slight exertion caused his internal organs to spasm violently, leaving him with no strength to vomit on his own.

He could only curl up, and with each trembling of his thighs, he squeezed vomit out of his throat in waves.

Those at the very back hadn't even realized what was happening.

Within seconds, all of his companions had fallen to the ground.

As he turned his gaze away from his fallen companion, the sole of the shoe suddenly appeared and rapidly magnified.

Clang.

The thugs smashed over the trash can, dumping out a pile of garbage.

An aluminum can bounced to the skinny man's feet, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground without him noticing.

Skinny Skin had planned to enjoy Ai Liang's miserable state, but reality made him wonder if he had gone too far.

When Ai Liang turned his gaze to the skinny guy, the latter shivered and, without any of the demeanor of an older brother, turned and ran away.

The skinny guy, weighing just over 200 pounds, ran like a hippopotamus.

Skinny Man charged for about twenty meters when something suddenly hit the back of his knee, causing him to stagger.

It was the coin that Ai Liang tossed out.

Ai Liang lunged forward like a tiger, grabbing the skinny man's arm from under his armpit with one hand and pressing his other hand against his lower back with fingers spread, lifting the fat man up from behind.

Thud, splat!

The massive belly collided with the ground, creating waves of flesh.

The glass on both sides of the street trembled as the thin skin fell to the ground.

You could say being fat has its advantages. The can next to him was shaken and jumped, but the skinny guy, apart from being a little dazed, didn't suffer much physical harm.

Realizing what had happened, the skinny guy immediately begged for mercy: "Brother! Big brother! I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

Ai Liang ignored the skinny guy's explanation, pressed him to the ground with her knee so he couldn't get up, and slammed his head against the ground. Once, twice, three times.

Blood spurting from his nostrils smeared his thin face, and the wounds from the friction against the ground made him look extremely miserable.

At this moment, an impulse welled up in Ai Liang's heart.

He suddenly wanted to see if a person's head could be pulled out along with their cervical vertebrae...

As she was thinking, Ai Liang unconsciously tightened her grip, causing the thin, skinny skin to squeal in pain.

The feeling was strange, and Ai Liang couldn't explain it. He only knew that this impulse wasn't because the skinny guy was picking a fight with someone.

Ai Liang had no intention of killing Shoupi, nor did she care about Shoupi's revenge.

This impulse is like a child pouring boiling water into an anthill and watching the ants scatter and flee.

There was no reason, no purpose, it was just a sudden inspiration that I happened to have the ability to do, so I had the idea to give it a try.

Just as a child disregards ants, Ai Liang also disregards humanity deep down.

Ai Liang is simply unaware of this yet.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The skinny, pitiful cries attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

As early as when the skinny guy arrived at Second Street Alley with his menacing demeanor, many people followed him out of curiosity.

Ai Liang's public abuse of the skinny man drew several times more onlookers.

No one stepped in to break up the fight; everyone was just watching the spectacle.

Ai Liang released Shoupi, but did not put that sudden idea into action.

Just when Skinny thought he was saved, a huge force stepped on his calf.

"Eh?"

Click.

"Ah...ah! Ahhh!!! Legs! Legs!"

Ignoring the skinny guy's wails, Ai Liang used the same trick to break his other leg.

“Just now in the alley, your men attacked me with the force they intended to kill me. It seems you and your men do this kind of thing quite often.”

Ai Liang walked around to the skinny guy, bent down and grabbed his head to look him in the eye: "I was the one who saved you, but you repaid kindness with enmity and brought a group of people to try to cripple me. Was it too much for me to break both your legs?"

Looking at Ai Liang's unchanging innocent expression, the skinny guy couldn't stop trembling.

Crippled or killed people are not scary to the people of Fish Street.

What's frightening is that the perpetrator acted completely nonchalantly throughout the entire ordeal, behaving as if it were nothing more than eating and drinking.

Such people are rare even in Fish Street; they're either mentally ill or crazy people who don't care about human life.

Tears gradually blurred the thin man's vision, making it impossible for him to see Ai Liang's expression, but Ai Liang could feel the intense regret and fear emanating from the thin man.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. If you want to continue seeking revenge, I don't mind. But next time, I'll crush your hands and feet into bone fragments."

I have other things to do, so I won't waste any more time with you. I hope you can turn over a new leaf and become a good person, at least don't do this kind of ungrateful thing again.

Ai Liang loosened her thin hair, got up, and walked towards the entrance of Fish Street.

The crowd immediately parted to make way, and no one dared to block the way of this ruthless man who had just broken two of someone's legs.

"Hahaha, that's more like it! I've been wanting to get rid of that fat pig for a while now, but you went too far. Breaking only his legs isn't enough."

It's rare for me to feel happy in this gloomy place.

"My goal is to establish authority and make a name for myself, not to seek revenge. Going too far would be counterproductive."

Ai Liang took in all the gazes around her: "Although background matters in this business, being a good fighter is definitely a plus for a bounty hunter."

“In places where only power and fists are worshipped, this can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble in the future.”

(End of this chapter)