American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 156 Heavy Punch
Tolerate?

Screw you!
This kind of guy needs to be dealt with decisively!

Damn it! You bastard, you've already made your way to death!
Baling stood up, ready to give these unloved creatures a little lesson.

Baling generally reciprocates kindness to friendly people.

There's no need to show respect to rude people.

But Baling is a cultured person and doesn't get angry easily unless he can't help it.

"You're disturbing my eyes! Please turn off your stereo, put down your binoculars, and then leave this place gracefully."

Baling spoke in a refined and easygoing manner.

Bright: "I can't hear you."

Baling repeated himself, but the person on the other end, as if deaf, replied, "I can't hear you."

Bright, the leader, put down his binoculars, ignoring Baling's words, while his accomplices laughed and puffed on their cigarettes.

In short, relying on their numbers, they mocked the so-called "cluster" with impunity, which gave them courage and strength.

Baling immediately turned off the stereo.

Feeling humiliated, Bright retorted, "What are you doing?"

Baling reiterated, this time concisely and forcefully: "Idiot, you'd better do as I say."

For some reason, after actually interacting with these people, Baling suddenly felt very angry, with an unnamed fire burning in his heart.

Baling had no idea what cruel and inhumane atrocities these people would have committed against Steve and his girlfriend Jenny if he hadn't intervened.

They started by picking fights and escalating the conflict. Later, during a stabbing incident, Steve accidentally killed the dog in self-defense. This incident deeply saddened the leader, Brett, and led to the torture and murder of Steve, followed by burning his body. Finally, they even attempted to kill Jenny to silence her.

In short, this will be a blood pressure-raising story about a bunch of beasts.

"Who are you calling an idiot! Get the hell out of here. You're a madman, a beast."

The woman next to her, Peggy, a girl with a similar delinquent vibe, seemed to be acting as a mouthpiece.

This scene seemed similar to when Steve came over earlier; amidst the laughter, Baling also turned and left.

But soon, he came back.

He was holding a large watermelon in his hands.

What is he going to do?

Apologize, admit defeat?
This actually confused Bright and the others.

呲!
A small knife was plunged into the rind of a large watermelon, and red watermelon juice dripped down the tip of the knife.

"You fucking ripped my melon, huh?!"

Baling glared angrily, dropped the watermelon and knife, and slapped him across the face.

The heavy slap sent Peggy's face contorted in pain, and her upper body, which was sitting on the ground, immediately collapsed, burying half of her face in the sand.

"Get him!" Bright shouted, his face contorted with rage.

At that moment, his accomplices each pulled out a small knife from their pockets and pointed the blades at Baling.

"Trying to act tough and cool like others! Do you know how angry I am right now?!"

Baling was completely unafraid; to him, such things that only children played with were nothing more than toys.

A hook punch landed hard on Bright's abdomen, causing the latter to kneel on the spot in pain.

Then, Baling kicked him down without any mercy.

Following closely behind was Mark, a Black man, who roared and punched with a wild, uncontrolled fist.

Without even looking, Baling stepped forward and delivered a vicious elbow strike, and the black man Mark made his appearance at lightning speed.

"Nonsense! You guys are utterly absurd!"

As they were talking, Baling kicked Peggy, who had just gotten up, and she lay back down.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Brett was still cursing when, in the next second, a flip-flop stepped on his face and repeatedly crushed it.

"Woof woof woof!" Seeing its owner being beaten, the loyal Rottweiler rushed to its side, baring its teeth and leaping to bite. The moment it pounced, the bark instantly turned into a whimper.

A strong, powerful hand gripped its neck.

In the sweltering summer, Baling kindly fanned it. With one slap, red foam gushed out, like it had stolen a dragon fruit.

As the pressure from the hand gradually increased, a feeling of suffocation came over him, and the dog defecated and urinated, drenching Bright below.

Of course, Baling had already withdrawn his foot.

All of these actions were completed in a very short time.

Disgusted, Bright moved away from the dog poop right in front of him, Baling let go of the Rottweiler and glanced at the trio on the other side.

Without Brett, they were like stray dogs, all bark and no bite, outwardly fierce but inwardly terrified.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have remained rooted to the spot, neither daring to attack nor to flee.

“Oh my god!”

Steve, who had just finished his humiliating experience next door, saw the conflict breaking out and actually ran over, wanting to lend a hand and prevent Baling from getting beaten up badly.

However, upon arrival, they discovered that Baling was extremely brave and defeated three people and a dog in just a few exchanges.

Baling glanced at Steve out of the corner of his eye, but didn't say anything. Instead, he continued to focus his attention on the three people who were being punished by standing.

"Stand still, all of you! Grit your teeth!"

Baling's majestic roar silenced the three men whose courage had already been broken.

"Is it good to smoke?"

A resounding slap landed, leaving Richie, who was smoking, dizzy and disoriented.

"Is it funny!"

Another big slap landed on Paul's groin, and Paul, standing in the middle, had his face swollen like a pig's head in just a few seconds.

"And you!"

He slapped him again with his backhand, and even the smallest Cooper couldn't escape.

"Buddy, you'll get nowhere if you don't beat them. Interested in contributing your strength to these little pieces of trash?"

Baling smiled amicably at Steve and made way for Bright, who was standing next to him.

"No need, I appreciate the thought. I was just... uh... passing by." A flicker of interest crossed Steve's eyes, but he made up an excuse and returned to his camp.

Baling looked down at the crowd, and everyone except Bright looked on with fear.

Baling was very sensitive to malice and could see at a glance that Bright had already harbored a deep grudge against him.

"Trying to be a big brother? Look at you, all you do is fight and be tough, what's the use! A piece of trash, a parasite on society! All you do is make rice expensive."

"Don't let me see you on this beach again, or I'll make you stuff this watermelon into your bodies."

"Now, take these good-for-nothings and get as far away as you can!"

"Did you hear me!"

Baling glared, and the remaining people who still had the strength scrambled and crawled into the woods, not even bothering with their bicycles.

……

Who has protected the tranquility of this beach?

Only Baling, who stood up for justice on the road.

After Baling's righteous action, the lewd peeping eyes disappeared, the noisy, lowbrow music was gone, and there were no other eyesores.

The wind at Lake Eden seemed a little gentler.

I looked up, enjoying the afterglow of the setting sun, and walked barefoot on the soft sand.

A slanting shadow fell as Maria ran ahead, with Baling chasing behind.

It's as if our lost youth is coming back.

(End of this chapter)