Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

Several people glanced at the burly man lying on the ground and paused for a moment. Two others who were about to help him up stopped and surrounded Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui looked at the remaining six people, but couldn't muster the slightest interest.

The leader seemed to be at least tall and strong, while these others were skinny and bony. Their steps were unsteady, and their fighting was completely disorganized; they just swarmed around him without any strategy.

Zhou Rui glanced at him, found someone who was all bared and wide open, bent his front leg and ducked into his arms.

With a flick of his elbow, Zhou Rui was sent flying. He had already reached the outside of the encirclement.

Before the five could react, they discovered that the figure in the middle had disappeared. Following the direction of the thrown figure, they saw Zhou Rui, carrying a backpack, hurriedly turn around.

The five of them rushed forward in a swarm.

Zhou Rui wasn't used to being passively attacked; he simply took a step to the left and avoided the others.

He tilted his head to avoid a straight punch, grabbed the opponent's left wrist with his right hand, twisted his body, and struck the opponent's abdomen with his left elbow.

The man suffered a sharp pain in his abdomen and slid down against Zhou Rui's back, kneeling on the ground.

Zhou Rui released the man's wrist, and at the same time, he used his left calf to push off, and his heel slammed into the man's chin.

The man immediately fell backward from his knees, spitting out several yellow teeth stained with blood with a soft "pfft".

Seeing that their six men had attacked together but failed to land a single blow, while the young boy had instantly taken down two of them, the remaining four panicked and immediately hesitated to advance.

At this moment, the leader was pushing himself up with one hand. Seeing how cowardly the remaining four were, he was furious.

My already aching chest felt like it was being pricked with needles.

Despite the excruciating pain, the leader shouted, "What are you doing? Attack!"

After saying that, he lunged at Zhou Rui from behind, trying to grab Zhou Rui's lower back and create an opportunity for his men to make a move.

Zhou Rui found it somewhat amusing. Even if it was a sneak attack, there should have been some semblance of style. What was with all that shouting? Did they think he was deaf?

Zhou Rui didn't turn around, but instead slightly shifted his body and extended his leg. The gang leader missed his target and, tripped by Zhou Rui's left foot, flew towards his four henchmen.

The four henchmen worked in perfect harmony. When they saw their boss flying towards them, they didn't reach out to catch him; instead, they all stepped aside.

*Thud*... The boss landed face down, his limbs spread wide and pressed against the ground, motionless.

Zhou Rui was getting impatient with this level of skill. Mainly, these useless people were wasting his precious time. Wouldn't it be better to use that time to make more money?

Zhou Rui charged toward the two men on his left, then leaped up, glided using inertia, bent his legs slightly, and delivered two heavy knee strikes to the chests of his two underlings.

The two of them only managed a groan before being sent flying.

"run."

The two were terrified. One of them yelled and turned to run. Unexpectedly, he stepped onto a smooth ice surface, and his already unsteady body immediately lost its balance, falling to the side.

This person had quick reflexes; he immediately reached out to brace himself against the ground to avoid hitting his head.

Click.

"Ah...!" He suddenly picked up the hand that was supporting him on the ground, and saw that his wrist was bulging and deformed, clearly broken.

Zhou Rui glanced at them and turned away. He hadn't expected these men, who looked so fierce, to be so cowardly. Well, that's good; he wouldn't have to lift a finger.

Zhou Rui silently watched the last man, waiting for him to escape so he could go to the forest farm to borrow a car. The forest farm was already open for business at this hour; he needed to go early and return early.

The last person was trembling like a sieve, his eyes filled with fear.

Why aren't you leaving yet? Zhou Rui saw that the person had been trembling for two whole minutes without moving, so he had no choice but to tighten the shoulder strap of his backpack.

Since you're not leaving, then I'll leave.

Just as he was about to turn around and walk past the man, the man suddenly seemed to have lost his mind, pulled out a small knife from his pocket, and stabbed it towards Zhou Rui's chest.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Rui's eyes, but he reacted quickly, grabbing the man's arm.

One twist.

Open your palms.

The knife fell from the sky.

Zhou Rui caught the knife in mid-air and stabbed it into the arm that was being held by the antique. The blade sank in instantly, and the tip emerged from below the forearm.

His entire forearm was pierced through.

"Ah... Ahhhh."

The man clutched his arm, groaning in pain as tears and snot streamed down his face, only to freeze in the cold wind.

Zhou Rui stared silently at the man. So cowardly? How did he even muster the courage to draw his knife against him just now?

not understand.

Zhou Rui shook his head and walked towards the forest farm, leaving behind a mess of chickens and dogs.

"Boss, boss, how are you?"

The two men who had been sent flying by the flying knee came to the leader's side, clutching their chests. Their chests ached slightly, probably because their ribs were broken.

The two endured the pain and shook the object forcefully a few times.

"Cough cough..."

When the eldest son woke up, his lungs felt like they were on fire.

It turned out that the boss had been in a fit of rage and had attacked Zhou Rui from behind. He tripped and fell to the ground, hitting his chest and losing his breath, and then passed out.

"Cough cough... Where's that little bastard?" The leader shook his head, trying to clear his buzzing mind.

"He, he, he..." A henchman stammered for a long time but couldn't get anything out.

"What do you mean, 'him'? Let me tell you. Boss, that brat is gone."

Although the man was merely stating facts, he lowered his voice when he mentioned the word "brat," fearing that Zhou Rui would hear him and come back to beat him up again.

"What? You chased him away? Good, well done. Let's teach this brat to be arrogant and provoke the seven overlords of Red Flag Town. He deserves to be beaten to death."

"Cough cough... Boss, no. It was that kid who beat us all to a pulp and then left."

As he spoke, the man turned his head away shyly, not daring to look the boss in the eye.

There's no way around it, this guy has a lot to lose. Such a humiliating record is really embarrassing to talk about, especially since he didn't even manage to hurt a hair on his opponent's head.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The old man shouted and yelled, looking incredulous. Then, he saw the injuries and bruises all over the ground.

Some had broken hand bones, some had knives piercing their arms, and some had broken heads and faces with gaping teeth. And what are those two people in front of me doing, always clutching their chests?

The eldest brother curiously reached out and touched one of the men's chests.

"Ah... Boss, don't press it! It's disconnecting!"

The eldest brother was startled and quickly withdrew his hand.

The eldest brother sat on the ground, glanced around, and realized that among these seven overlords, he was the least injured.

Phew, thank goodness. It seems I'm still number one in terms of resilience; no wonder I'm the leader of the Seven Overlords.

The leader silently gave himself a thumbs up.