Special forces soldier demobilization: Starting from the county government compound, a meteoric rise

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream shattered the silence of Old Locust Lane, startling several stray cats perched on the eaves.

The blond thug who charged forward first hadn't even had time to drop his steel pipe when he was sent flying backward in a parabolic arc, as if hit by a speeding car. He traced a pathetic arc in the air before crashing heavily into a trash can two meters away, splattering swill everywhere. He then curled up on the ground like a dead dog, clutching his stomach, unable to even groan.

No one even saw how Liu Ming made his move.

The remaining thugs abruptly stopped in their tracks, exchanging bewildered glances. Their previously arrogant demeanor instantly diminished. Their palms, gripping their weapons, began to sweat, and their eyes held a hint of suspicion and uncertainty.

This script is wrong!

Wasn't he supposed to be a pretty boy sitting in an office? How come he's more ruthless than a police officer when he gets physical?

"What are you standing there for? He's all alone! Attack him together! Cripple him!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the bald leader roared and waved the butterfly knife in his hand, trying to use the sound to cover up the unease in his heart.

Urged on by their leader, the remaining six men exchanged glances and, taking advantage of their numbers, charged forward again with a roar.

"Kill him!"

"Grab your weapon and smash it over their head!"

Steel pipes and baseball bats whistled through the air as they came crashing down on Liu Ming's head, shoulders, and knees from all directions. This kind of chaotic street brawl, devoid of any strategy but brimming with deadly force, is often the most difficult to deal with because you never know from which tricky angle the next blow will come.

However, Liu Ming, standing in the center of the encirclement, showed a hint of disappointment on her face.

too slow.

In his eyes, honed by special operations training, the group's movements appeared as if they were in slow motion at half speed. Full of flaws, utterly threatening.

He moved.

With a light shift of his leather shoes, his body moved like a weightless willow catkin, darting freely through the dense shadows of sticks.

He sidestepped, avoiding a blow coming straight at him.

He raised his hand, and his slender fingers precisely gripped the wrist of a green-haired man.

"May I borrow your hand?"

Liu Ming said calmly, then twisted his wrist slightly. Green Hair let out a pig-like scream, his body involuntarily spinning as Liu Ming's force caused the baseball bat in his hand to swing uncontrollably towards his teammate.

"Bang!"

The fat man next to him, who was about to launch a sneak attack, took a solid hit from the stick and squatted down, clutching his head and seeing stars.

What followed was a one-sided, artistic display of violent aesthetics.

Liu Ming didn't use any grand or sweeping moves; his movements were minimal yet extremely precise and effective.

Elbow strike, knee strike, grappling, tripping.

Each strike was accompanied by a crisp sound of bones dislocating and a scream of agony.

He was like an elegant conductor, directing a symphony called "Pain".

"Snapped!"

A slap sent a thug who was trying to cling to his leg spinning three times on the spot, his teeth flying out mixed with blood.

"Thump!"

With a powerful kick to the chest, he sent a guy with a dagger who was about to stab him slamming against the wall, where he couldn't slide down for a long time.

Less than a minute.

There were only two people left standing in the alley.

One is Liu Ming.

The other one was the bald boss who was holding a butterfly knife, but was now trembling like a leaf.

People lay sprawled on the ground, their cries of pain and groans rising and falling, the air thick with a nauseating stench of blood and...urine.

Liu Ming stood still and gently patted off non-existent dust from the cuffs of his suit.

He didn't even slightly tilt his tie, and his breathing was as steady as if he had just come back from a walk. The cheap suit he wore now exuded a chilling aura that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"this one?"

Liu Ming raised her head, her gaze falling on the bald leader, her tone filled with lingering regret.

"We were just warming up, how come everyone's gone?"

"You...you..."

The bald leader's teeth were chattering wildly, and the butterfly knife in his hand clattered to the ground. Looking at the devilish man before him, he had already cursed Ouyang Feng's ancestors to the eighteenth generation in his mind.

This is called a "pretty boy"?

This is clearly a Tyrannosaurus Rex in human skin!

If I had known Dianzi was this tough, he wouldn't have dared to take the job, not even for a million, let alone 100,000!

"Big...Big brother...It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

The bald leader's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a "thud," forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace on his face as he slapped himself and begged for mercy.

"I was blind to your greatness! I deserve to die! I deserve to die! Please, have mercy on me!"

Liu Ming didn't speak, but walked slowly and steadily towards him.

The sound of each step on the bluestone slab felt like stepping on the bald man's heart.

Liu Ming stopped in front of him, took out the pack of cigarettes she hadn't finished smoking from her pocket, took one out and put it in her mouth.

"fire."

One word, concise and powerful.

The bald leader felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He hurriedly pulled a lighter from his pocket, lit it with a "snap," and respectfully leaned over, his hands trembling so much that he almost burned Liu Ming's eyebrows.

Liu Ming took a deep breath and exhaled a cloud of smoke, which landed on the bald man's face, which was covered in cold sweat.

"Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now? You even wanted to break my arms and legs?"

"I wouldn't dare! I'd never dare again!" The bald man kowtowed repeatedly. "That bastard Ouyang Feng forced me to come! He said you were just a pushover with no background, someone I could bully at will... If I had known you were this powerful, I wouldn't have dared to come even if you gave me ten lives!"

"Oh? Ouyang Feng?"

Liu Ming's lips curled up slightly. Although she had already guessed it, hearing the name come out of the other person's mouth still felt somewhat ironic.

Is this all the ambition a dignified deputy secretary of the municipal youth league committee and a rich young master has?

"How much money did he give you?"

"Ten...ten thousand..." The bald man dared not hide it.

"One hundred thousand?" Liu Ming scoffed and shook his head. "My hands and feet are only worth that little money? This young master Ouyang is far too stingy."

He stretched out one foot and stepped on the bald man's broad shoulder.

He didn't exert much force, but the bald man felt as if a thousand-pound weight was pressing down on him, and half of his body went numb, so he didn't dare to move.

"Go back and give Ouyang Feng a message for me."

Liu Ming leaned down, looking into the bald man's eyes, which were filled with fear. His voice was low and cold, each word like a poisoned ice pick.

"Tell him that if he wants to play, he should play for big stakes."

"This childish trick of hiring thugs to block the road is too low-class and disappointing."

"Tell him to wash his neck clean and wait patiently."

"My knife hasn't even drawn blood yet."

After saying that, Liu Ming slightly increased the pressure on her feet.

"what!"

The bald man screamed in pain as he was kicked and rolled backward several times until he hit the base of the wall.

"roll."

As soon as that word was uttered, the bald man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, not even bothering to help his underlings who were still groaning on the ground. Like a frightened stray dog, he stumbled and fled towards the alley entrance.

Seeing that their leader had fled, the remaining thugs, enduring excruciating pain, helped each other and escaped the terrifying alley in a disheveled state.

In the blink of an eye, Old Locust Lane returned to its deathly silence.

Only a few pools of blood on the ground proved that a brutal one-sided beating had just taken place here.

Liu Ming stood under the dim streetlights, slowly and meticulously buttoning up his shirt and pulling his tie back into place, tidying himself up perfectly.

He transformed back into the refined and gentle deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee.

He bent down, picked up the briefcase on the steps, patted off non-existent dust, and gazed at the dark night at the alley entrance with a deep look in his eyes.

"Ouyang Feng..."

He muttered the name under his breath, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"I hope you can surprise me next time."

"Otherwise, life in Ningzhou would be too boring."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the depths of the alley with light steps.

In the shadows not far away, a black wildcat leaped onto the wall, its eerie green eyes watching Liu Ming's departing figure as if witnessing the birth of a king of the night.