Huayu97: Starting with Wu Song Fighting the Tiger

The journey from Penang to Johor crosses most of the Malay Peninsula.

The further south you go, the more different the scenery becomes.

The two had been riding for a whole day.

We walked from dawn till dusk, stopping only twice in small towns along the way to eat something and refuel our motorcycles.

Liang Jingru sat quietly in the back seat the whole time.

Holding Liu Xiang's waist, even though his legs were a little numb from sitting for a long time, he never complained of being tired.

She would only occasionally lean close to his ear, pointing to novelties by the roadside and chattering away to share them with him.

"Brother Liu Xiang, look! There are monkeys over there!"

"Wow, that tree is in bloom! It's so beautiful!"

The little girl shouted.

As darkness fell, the light in the rainforest grew dimmer.

Liu Xiang slowed down the car and looked at the road signs, discovering a supply point in the rainforest not far ahead.

In addition, there are food stalls and temporary rest areas.

He turned his head and shouted loudly to Liang Jingru in the back seat:

"Jingru, there's a rest stop up ahead. Let's stop and grab something to eat."

"Let's rest for a bit before continuing; the paths in the rainforest are difficult to navigate after dark."

"Okay!" Liang Jingru nodded immediately.

Before long, they came to see a wide-open space.

Several makeshift sheds were set up on the open ground, with food stalls and supply points selling drinks and gasoline.

There were only a few scattered cars parked as people passed by.

Several locals were sitting in the shed eating and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere.

Liu Xiang parked the motorcycle, got off first, and then reached out to help Liang Jing down.

The little girl had been sitting in the car all day, and her legs were already numb.

As soon as she landed, she swayed slightly, and Liu Xiang immediately reached out and put his arm around her waist, teasing her with a smile:

"What's wrong? Is your leg numb?"

"A tiny bit." Liang Jingru stuck out her tongue.

"After sitting all day, my legs feel like they don't belong to me anymore."

Liu Xiang reached out and took the backpack from her hand, took her hand, and walked towards the nearest food stall:

"That's perfect. Let's grab something to eat, rest for a bit, and then leave once you've recovered."

The food stall owner was a local auntie with dark skin, who spoke Mandarin with a Hokkien accent and greeted the two of them warmly.

Liu Xiang ordered two bowls of local laksa and two skewers of satay meat.

There were also two glasses of freshly squeezed coconut water.

Then, they found a corner seat and sat down.

Before long, the steaming hot laksa was served, with the thick coconut milk soup bubbling away.

It's topped with crispy fried shrimp chips, tender and bouncy fish balls, and fresh prawns, and smells amazing.

Liang Jingru picked up a spoon, scooped up a mouthful of soup, tasted it, and looked pleasantly surprised.

"Brother Liu Xiang, this is so delicious!"

"It has a unique aroma that's even better than that old-established restaurant in Penang!"

"Eat more if it's delicious."

Liu Xiang smiled at her, reached out and pulled out a tissue to wipe the coconut milk from the corner of her mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

The two were enjoying their meal when suddenly a piercing roar of a motorcycle engine came from the open space.

Four brightly modified motorcycles wobbled in and stopped in the middle of the open space.

Six young men got off the bus, each with brightly colored hair.

They also had tattoos on their bodies.

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He's slacking off and looks like a local hoodlum.

As soon as they entered, the once bustling tent instantly became much quieter.

Several locals eating there instinctively shrank back, clearly recognizing these people and not daring to provoke them.

The thugs scanned the shed, their gazes finally settling on Liang Jingru in the corner.

Liang Jingru was naturally beautiful, with fair skin, delicate features, and a pair of big, watery eyes.

When she smiles, her dimples are shallow, and even in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, her charm is undeniable.

In this simple rainforest supply point, it stands out like a white jasmine that suddenly appears.

The group of thugs exchanged glances, a sinister smile spreading across their faces, and walked toward the table where the two men were sitting, cigarettes dangling from their lips.

Liu Xiang gestured to her with her eyes to tell her not to be afraid.

"Wow, the little girl is quite pretty."

The blond thug who was leading the group plopped down in the empty seat next to the two of them, his eyes darting back and forth over Liang Jingru, and he blew smoke rings onto the table.

"Where did it come from?"

"Talk to your brothers, play with them, and they'll take you for a ride in the rainforest. It's much more fun than riding this beat-up motorcycle."

The thugs nearby immediately burst into laughter, whistling and their eyes filled with ill intent.

Liang Jingru's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously shrank back behind Liu Xiang.

"roll."

"Watch your mouth and apologize to her."

"Apologize?" The blond-haired man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He burst into laughter, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up.

Several thugs behind him immediately surrounded the table.

"Kid, you're fucking asking for it, aren't you?"

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Didn't they even bother to find out whose territory this rainforest is?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

"Young lady, what's the point of hanging out with a poor guy like this?"

"Follow your brother, and I guarantee you'll live the high life..."

Before his hand could even touch Liang Jingru's face, Liu Xiang suddenly moved.

The movements were so fast that they were almost invisible.

With a sharp crack, accompanied by the blond-haired man's heart-wrenching scream, his wrist was twisted into a terrifying angle.

He was in so much pain that he collapsed to his knees, his face turning pale.

The thugs around were stunned.

Clearly, no one expected that this seemingly mild-mannered Chinese man would be so ruthless.

"Damn it! How dare he lay a hand on me! Kill him!"

A thug with tattooed arms next to him realized what was happening.

He roared and swung his fist at Liu Xiang's face.

Liu Xiang loosened her grip on the blond-haired man's wrist and dodged the fist of the tattooed man by turning to the side.

At the same time, he raised his elbow and slammed it into his ribs.

With another sharp crack, the tattooed thug instantly doubled over, like a boiled shrimp, in so much pain he couldn't even breathe.

Liu Xiang then kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

The guy crashed into the table behind him and fell flat on his back.

This series of actions was swift, precise, and ruthless, without a single unnecessary flourish.

These are all the most practical killing moves in international mercenary combat techniques.

Every move they made hit the most painful but not fatal spots.

In just over ten seconds, they took down two people.

The remaining four thugs were terrified and stood rooted to the spot, too scared to charge forward.

Liu Xiang dusted off her hands, looked up at them, her eyes as cold as ice.

"What? You want to go again?"

The thugs exchanged glances, trembling with fear at the ferocity in his eyes.

However, he couldn't swallow his anger.

He roared and charged forward.

Liu Xiang sneered and went to meet her.

His skills were already excellent, and with the top-tier fighting techniques unlocked by the system, dealing with these thugs who only knew how to fight in the streets was like a game-changer.

He dodged a wooden stick swung at him by the side and punched the man in the chin with his backhand.

They knocked the person unconscious.

He then kicked another person in the back of the knee.

The man fell to his knees with a thud.

Liu Xiang pressed down with her elbow, slamming it into his back and pinning him to the ground, unable to move.