False evidence

Chapter 218 One-Handed Chop (Part 1)

I instinctively retaliated and hit someone.

However, I also suffered another severe blow to my head.

After two distinct sounds of impact overlapped, I hurriedly squatted down and quickly backed away. At the same time, I groped for and grasped a small hand that was nearby.

"stop fighting!"

The receptionist's voice came from beside me: "You won!"

"Who said that!"

I can't see, it's just that my face is covered in blood, everything in front of me is red, and my head is buzzing.

"Get out of the way!" I said, but I didn't let go of the receptionist's hand. I shoved her sideways with my shoulder, then slammed her against the wall with a vicious elbow strike, yelling:

"come!"

Through the crimson light, I saw a figure close at hand. I immediately crouched down as low as I could, stretching out one hand so that the back of my hand was almost touching the ground, yet it remained just out of reach.

The female receptionist exclaimed urgently, "To perform a 'split-and-hook' strike, you need to use both arms simultaneously! Let go of me! Fight him!"

"Not loose!"

I yelled, grabbed her hand, and, based on my gut feeling for her location, crouched down a few steps back in what I thought was a corner. "Didn't I say I'd make a cameo appearance with you?! Didn't I say I could take down everyone here with one hand?!"

The female receptionist yelled back, "You're using the 'Pi Gua' technique!"

"What is 'wearing armor'?!" I asked loudly.

"Pili..." The female receptionist seemed very anxious, jumping up and down as she said, "You're using two hands to throw punches, you're at a disadvantage with only one hand!"

"Who the hell told you that! Who the hell told you that? Slap him when you see him! When my family was bullied for 'paying back money,' I fought back with just one hand! No! I kicked him too! Who the hell told them that you can't use your feet when fighting with one hand?!"

"Pay back the money? Pay back what money?" the receptionist asked, bewildered.

"My dog! Its surname is the 101st in the Hundred Family Surnames, Huan, Huan Jiutian! Its nickname is—Huanqian! I named it! Because back then, the old man who ran the village store kept chasing my grandpa for money! He wanted my grandpa to pay back the money! So I drank two bottles of soda from him! I was thirsty! I had no money! But I said I wouldn't pay it back, so why did he keep bothering my grandpa?! Because he's older than me? Why doesn't he say that he's so much younger than my grandpa?!"

It seems like it's been silent for a long time.

Then I heard the sound of metal buckles clicking.

“That bastard is dishonest. We two are fighting eight people bare-handed, and he pulls out his iron chain belt… Fine, I’ll pull out my belt too. Let’s get our weapons!” Yan Fengwei gritted his teeth and said to me, “If I don’t beat him to death, I won’t call you my brother!”

I yelled, "No need! You? Do you not have hands?"

After a series of soft rustling sounds...

"It's me! Let me wipe the blood off you!" Yan Fengwei's voice came again, and then I was covered in a stinky thing.

"Why are you being so rough? And...didn't you say you'd quit smoking because your sister-in-law is pregnant, and you only smoked today? Why do your clothes smell so bad?!"

As I spoke to Yan Fengwei, my gaze, which had become clearer, remained fixed straight ahead.

Seeing three or four people surrounding him, he pressed his legs down again, placing the back of one hand on the ground, facing one of them. "You... what do you want with me?" the person asked hastily, taking a step back.

Yan Fengwei leaned close to my ear and whispered, "He wasn't the one who did it, it was that..."

“I know who it is!” I interrupted him abruptly.

"Then why did you yell at me?"

"Then why did you yell at him?"

The other party and Yan Fengwei asked at the same time.

I pointed at the young man who was still carrying an iron chain belt and shouted:

"I'm here to challenge you! I've already been beaten up like this, I don't care who's who! You want to hear the truth, fine! Unless I throw the guy next to me at him, do you think I can beat him with his weapon?"

(Yan Fengwei actually fought with the other party once. For his age... he managed to get up and even pull out a belt from me after his face was swollen from being beaten up—that's impressive! And the bump on his bald head is gradually bulging. I don't know who hit him, but it's quite 'novel'!)

"Then you fucking know who it is, why are you yelling at others?" Yan Fengwei shouted at me as he unbuckled his belt and strode to the side.

I retorted, "Damn it! You call this a buddy...?"

"enough!"

He was interrupted halfway through his sentence by a deep voice. The person who stepped forward was the middle-aged man who had been the first to walk to the counter before the fight started. "You know you're using a feint, and you've angered me, haven't you!"

Yan Fengwei was almost close to one of the people, but when that person heard the middle-aged man say those words, he immediately retreated quickly.

"Damn it!" Yan Fengwei hurriedly retreated, "We were actually seen through!"

"Old man, you have a sharp eye!" I shook my head, then spread my legs wider again, squatted down, and placed one hand close to the ground as I said to the middle-aged man, "Let's spar!"

The other person shook his head, hands behind his back: "I won't fight you right now. Because you recognized me as the owner from the start. Master... call me whatever you want! But you didn't approach me directly from the beginning! You're playing dirty! You're just here to pick a fight!"
I know you're talking about a classmate surnamed Gu, named Gu Haitao, right? Because of a misunderstanding, and with my apprentice mostly present, he hit him. Afterwards, everyone knew what happened, but my apprentice didn't apologize, right? That's your excuse for picking a fight and hitting him, isn't it?

"Your disciple doesn't need to apologize!" I plopped down on the ground. "Master is sensible; Master should apologize on behalf of his disciple!"

The other person stared at me for a while, then suddenly sneered: "Apologize? Ha, fine! You beat my three disciples, and then you can beat me in one move, then I'll go apologize to the person you want justice for!"

After saying that, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the back.

"What do we do now?" Yan Fengwei sounded like he was lowering his voice, but it could be heard throughout two-thirds of the venue: "The old fox is still the most cunning. They're going to use a tag-team strategy! Damn it, shameless!"

I've finally calmed down a bit these days. Hearing this, I coughed and said:
"They're not making a move because they look down on our abilities."

"So you know how to weigh things up, huh?" the middle-aged man turned around and said angrily.

“I know how to weigh things, but you're not a good teacher! And you're not a decent person! Otherwise, you should have taken your disciples to the school and apologized to my brother… to my former classmate!”

(Everyone has a temper, and I'm no exception. 'If you can bear it, bear it. If you can't, vent it out quickly, otherwise you'll get sick from holding it in, and then you deserve it, right?' This is what my grandfather taught me, and I've benefited from it for life. Thank you, Gu Haitao, for giving me a reason to vent my anger. Because ever since I left the school clinic, he's been sending me messages. First, he said he was innocent, then he said that among the people who beat him were several big guys who clearly knew each other and knew he was innocent, yet they still beat him. Those big guys are from this stadium.)
Let's get back to the main topic...

After I finished speaking, the middle-aged man's anger intensified, and he pointed at me, saying:
"Let go of my other hand and fight my apprentice one-on-one! You beat that guy with the weapon! Beat him until he vomits blood! I'll fight you! I'll send you to the hospital! I'll go to jail! When I get out, I'll apologize to your classmate! I'll do it myself!"

(End of this chapter)