Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 55: You actually said what I asked you to say?

When adrenaline surges, many people no longer have time to think calmly.

Although the hoodlum was thoroughly shaken by the slap, feeling as if his very bones had been melted, it didn't mean he had recognized the difference in their abilities.

Or should I say.

Subconsciously, he still felt that this was just a fight, that under the rule of law, the other party would only slap him and wouldn't dare to really do anything reckless, and that the other party was just a mortal who would definitely get hurt if he fought back and hit him.

That's just how humans are.

In their understanding of the law of the jungle, they are sometimes less intelligent than animals.

In short.

Countless reasons gave him confidence at that moment.

Almost the instant his body recovered, the thug got up without hesitation and tried to fight back.

He pushed himself up from the floor and suddenly stood up, clutching an empty beer bottle lying on the ground in his left hand. Thinking he had caught Chen Baiyu off guard, he mustered all his strength and smashed it into her face.

Many years ago, he often collected protection money and beat people up on the streets, but as a small fry, he managed to escape the crackdown on organized crime.

Not only did they show no remorse, but they also did not repent at all.

Instead, he revealed a triumphant smile.

His experience told him that if he slammed that bottle down, even the strongest man would be paralyzed on the spot.

This is the limitation of humankind!
Unfortunately, he was unaware that the creature he was facing had gradually transcended the boundaries of humanity.

His posture suggested he wanted to return all the slaps he had just received, but to Chen Baiyu, his movements were as slow as a slow-motion video.

Chen Baiyu didn't even turn to the side; he simply raised his right hand and gently blocked, accurately grabbing the thug's wrist and preventing him from hitting him down.

The hoodlum's eyes widened on the spot.

Before he could say anything, Chen Baiyu had already applied a little pressure with her fingertips, causing him to instantly cry out in pain, and the beer bottle fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before he could pull his hand back...

Chen Baiyu's left leg had already reached in front of his calf and gave it a light kick.

"Crack!"

"Ah ...

"Boom!"

The first sound was the crisp crack of the thug's calf being broken by a kick. The second sound was the thug's bloodcurdling scream that followed.

As for the final muffled thud, it was the sound of the thug, writhing in excruciating pain, falling face-down next to the wolfhound's corpse like a tattered sack.

The whole process went smoothly.

Aside from kicking once, Chen Baiyu didn't move a single step, as easily as if he were brushing dust off his clothes.

The experience the thug had gained from street fights was completely useless against him now.

In his eyes.

All you need to do is engage one person and beat them relentlessly, and that's enough to resolve most street fights. After all, reality isn't a movie; most fights just require ruthlessness.

But now, his experience is completely useless.

Because he can't even touch the other side.

It's like an old man teasing a mischievous child.

It's just even more outrageous than that, because the old man might not actually hit you, but he showed no mercy whatsoever.

When the little rascal fell, his nose hit the dog carcass's paw directly, and blood immediately started flowing from his nose.

Chen Baiyu casually kicked the wolfhound's corpse, sending it flying from being pinned down by the thugs to crashing onto them.

The thug groaned again from the impact.

But he didn't dare say anything more.

Even though the excruciating pain of his broken leg tormented him relentlessly, he dared not utter another scream after his first groan.

Because the not-yet-completely-cooled, already somewhat stiff corpse was pressing down on him, rendering him unable to move, and the dark brown hair was brushing against his neck.

Upon touching the cold corpse, he immediately realized that he might not only be beaten up.

Looking at Chen Baiyu's eyes in front of him.

The hoodlum felt a pang of nostalgia for the gangster who had been arrested and executed; that guy had the same look in his eyes when he was about to bury someone.

The person who was just yelling was now trembling uncontrollably, and even felt a sudden urge to urinate that he couldn't hold back. "Don't move."

Chen Baiyu's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

He turned and walked to the computer.

With a click of the mouse, the game volume was turned up to the maximum, and then the little rascal's phone was picked up, and the volume of the rap music playing was also turned up to the maximum.

The room was instantly filled with a cacophony of noise.

Let alone people nearby, even if someone from next door knocks on the door, they probably wouldn't be able to hear anything coming from inside.

Do it all.

Chen Baiyu then leisurely walked step by step toward the thug lying on the ground.

The sound of footsteps on the floor felt like each step was a blow to the hoodlum's heart.

This made the young hoodlum's heart beat faster and faster.

Fear drove him to forget the pain in his calves, and he subconsciously crawled backward, supporting himself on his elbows, until he reached a corner where he could crawl no further.

He looked at Chen Baiyu as if he were looking at a devil.

"Aren't you brothers?"

"Why don't you try calling over? Call your brothers to come and deal with me? Do you think drinking together is all about brotherhood, but your statements are all based on your brothers' names?"

Chen Baiyu stopped in front of him, her voice coming through the noisy music, cold as ice.

The hoodlum swallowed hard.

Looking at the phone in Chen Baiyu's hand, he knew he had no chance to make a call, and the other party's words were just mocking him.

Even though he knew the other side was putting pressure on him, he still couldn't help but feel the pressure, and his heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was about to explode.

Listening to the heartbeat, Chen Baiyu smiled and walked up to the thug, bent down, and poked the dog corpse on the thug's back with her finger: "You were swearing a lot just now, why are you silent now? Say one more word for me."

The thug was pinned down by the corpse, his nose still bleeding, and humiliation and fear surged up like a tide.

Hearing those increasingly pressing words, coupled with the growing pressure...

The hoodlum's rationality snapped.

"Fuck your mother! You wait! My brother knows people at the police station! If you dare hit me, I'll send you to jail!"

"You idiot, you *****! *******!"

"fu*ck!"

"you!"

The thug suddenly looked up, his face covered in blood and tears. His voice trembled with fear as he cursed, but he still forced himself to utter threats.

Chen Baiyu's smile froze.

It wasn't just because of the thug's profanity, but also because while casually checking his phone, I found his WeChat profile and messages from someone nicknamed "Old Qin": "[My dog ​​bit another dog, and that guy called today demanding compensation. Who does he think he is? You come over tomorrow, we'll go and beat him up. And that old lady, let's throw some paint on her doorstep, and then scare her son on his way home from school.]"

Chen Baiyu slowly straightened up, looking down at the thug. The last bit of warmth on his face vanished, and his eyes were so cold they could freeze someone to death.

"You actually said it after I told you to?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to instantly drown out the music and the thugs' curses in the room.

When the thug saw him like this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The anger that had just surged up was instantly extinguished by an even stronger fear.

Before he could even beg for mercy.

Chen Baiyu suddenly picked up her phone and glanced at it.

Looking at the clock, it was already 11:59, with only a few seconds left until midnight, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Looking at the young hoodlum's face, streaked with blood and tears.

He slowly opened his mouth, returning the words he had just spoken to the thug in an extremely authoritative tone.

"fu*ck!"

"you!"

With a smile on his face and a calm tone, he seemed completely unconcerned about what was about to happen.

After saying that, his eyes narrowed.

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