In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

There's a saying...

A reckless brute who charges blindly is not scary; a reckless brute who fights with his brain is scary.

Times are changing. These days, the police are so strict, and those who still believe in violence and killing will eventually be eliminated.

Thinking it over, Wang Qing glanced at Ghost Hand, whose face was full of resentment, and shook his head helplessly.

Comparisons are odious; there are too many scumbags like him in the gang, making it difficult for him to even retreat into the background.

"Ah, that sounds really tempting."

Xu Shuai smiled slightly, appearing extremely cooperative, which made Wang Qing extremely happy.

But his expression remained serious, and he nodded with the look of an elder looking at a younger person he liked.

"However, I'm a bit materialistic; I only feel at ease when the money is in my account first."

As he spoke, Xu Shuai took out his phone, waved it at Wang Qing, and said with a smile, "My phone number is 157... Open Alipay, enter your phone number, and you can transfer the money directly."

Wang Qing's smile froze, his eyes lowered, and his tone serious: "What do you mean? Do you think I would lie to you?"

"Hey, they keep saying they're inviting me, but they have no sincerity at all in wanting to cooperate."

Xu Shuai was greatly disappointed. Holding his phone, he sighed and secretly switched to night mode under the cover of darkness.

He placed his phone diagonally on the roof of the car, with the camera pointing directly at Wang Qing.

"Looks like you're not going to give me face. Even if I wanted to give you a chance, you wouldn't be able to seize it."

Wang Qing snorted coldly, twisting his neck from side to side, making a series of crisp cracking sounds.

"Brother, you're too kind-hearted. Why waste your breath on them? These two brats are obviously trying to mess with us. Giving them a good beating is better than anything else. When they're lying on the ground unable to get up, they'll know just how many eyes Lord Ma has."

Ghost Hand couldn't help but jump out, determined to vent all the anger in his heart.

He swayed, and the figures of his underlings behind him also trembled.

One of the henchmen had bloodshot eyes and seemed too excited. He lost his balance and fell forward with a thud.

Seeing this, Wang Qing's face turned ashen: "You're nothing but a disgrace, all you do is make a fool of yourself."

He turned around, took the baseball bat that his underling had prepared in advance, and shouted, "Attack together, just leave one alive!"

Upon receiving the order, Wang Qing and his group formed a fan-shaped formation and pressed forward step by step.

Xu Shuai's body trembled uncontrollably, and his heart rate surged.

The long-lost passion rekindled, and a crazy scene from six years ago flashed through my mind.

"Oh ho!"

Compared to Xu Shuai's slow start, Ye Ziming, who was already itching to get started, let out a joyful roar and, panting heavily, launched the first attack.

"Wake up, Ye Zi..."

Looking at Ye Ziming, who was as excited as a demon, Xu Shuai felt a headache coming on.

They were the "weak ones," the ones being bullied.

All you need to do before the battle is to make it seem like there's no way to retreat and that only a desperate fight will give you a chance to survive.

With further video evidence, the claim of legitimate self-defense can be confirmed.

Even if he is taken to the police station and forcibly judged as having fought each other, Xu Shuai is confident that he can fight back through legal means.

But Ye Ziming, whose passion is overloaded, is not so easily awakened.

Thinking of this, Xu Shuai reluctantly rushed over, hoping that the end of the world would really come.

At this moment, Xu Shuai saw Ghost Hand raise a baseball bat and make a strange noise as he charged towards Ye Ziming at full speed. His eyes lit up.

After a brief warm-up, with his blood surging through his body, Xu Shuai kicked off with his calves, his leg muscles bulging, and with a sudden burst of speed, he rushed in front of Ye Ziming.

"Leaves, help me!"

Without needing many words, the tacit understanding developed over the years was evident. Ye Ziming shifted his weight, stood sideways, interlaced his fingers, and assumed a lifting posture.

With a step of his left foot and the help of Ye Ziming, Xu Shuai leaped into the air, displaying amazing jumping power, with his legs two meters off the ground.

A hot-blooded youth's combo attack? Ghost Hand smiled disdainfully.

In his opinion, Xu Shuai was only good-looking and had a melancholy temperament. He was also thin and useless, but good enough to be a gigolo.

Ghost Hand grinned maliciously, holding the baseball bat behind his head with both hands, determined to make Xu Shuai taste the feeling of being hit with a home run.

The expected knockback did not occur when the attack was unleashed, and Ghost Hand showed an expression of disbelief.

Just as he was wondering where Xu Shuaifei had gone, a pair of long, strong hands suddenly grabbed his neck tightly.

An irresistible, monstrous force, coupled with a clever inward twisting motion, suggests someone is trying to pull his neck outward like a radish.

With a click, an electric current surged through him, and a tingling sensation spread through his neck. Ghost Hand immediately felt incredibly comfortable and light in his neck, as if his cervical spondylosis, which had plagued him for years, had been cured in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely intense stabbing pain pierced through his bone marrow and struck the top of his head. Wave after wave of pain assaulted his brain, and Ghost Hand's eyes rolled back, unable to even utter a scream.

His vision blurred, and he was thrown heavily to the ground, rolling several times before instantly losing consciousness.

In the blink of an eye, a great general quietly "fell".

This bizarre scene caused a sudden surge of panic in Wang Qing's heart, even though he had been fighting for many years and had seen a lot.

What is that? It's like a ghost, leaping through the air and grabbing people's necks. Is it some kind of top-notch acrobatic performer?

Xu Shuai rubbed his slightly swollen arm, looked at Wang Qing and his group who stopped and dared not move forward, and kicked the baseball bat that Ghost Hand had scattered towards Ye Ziming.

The latter grabbed the baseball bat, weighed it in his hand, and grinned as he looked at Xu Shuai, whose momentum had not diminished.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Xu, you're so heavy-handed. What if you hurt yourself? Besides, it wouldn't be good if you scared the cats and dogs."

He's clearly a battle maniac, but he insists on using the twisted logic of not striking first.

But Ye Ziming also knew that the two brothers, who had no background, could only barely protect themselves through this method.

"Not bad, not bad, you've got some skills. I almost underestimated you."

Wang Qing's eyes flashed fiercely, his brows furrowed, and he took a slight step back, shielding his henchmen in front of him. He roared, "If that's all you've got, this farce should be over. Come at me all at once, don't be so overconfident!"

The crowd surged forward, and a dense gust of wind from the sticks swept in from all directions.

"That's right!" Ye Ziming exclaimed excitedly, waving his baseball bat. "You guys should have come at us a long time ago. You've been so long-winded and hypocritical. It's disgusting to watch."

Standing at 1.99 meters tall, Ye Ziming towered over the entire field. Wielding a baseball bat, he played with ferocity, charging left and right through the crowd like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

With sheer force, he overcame all obstacles, relying solely on his brute strength and high resistance to blows to forcefully create a vacuum zone within the encirclement.

"You dare try again..."

Ye Ziming got more and more into the fight. Seeing that the enemy was cowering in a group, hesitant to move forward, he immediately aimed at the nearest blond-haired guy and charged over.

With a clang, he was knocked down in one blow.

The first blow to the mouth, the second to the leg. The blond-haired man, caught by Ye Ziming and beaten to death, had Wang Qing's original voice appear in his mind before he fell to the ground.

So the boss wasn't lying after all; he was telling the truth. You bastard, Ghost Hand, you've misled me!