My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Su Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

Friend? What kind of friend?

He recalled that night when he hid behind the flower bed and saw Wu Yumin and Fei Ma acting suspiciously together, and a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"Team leader, what kind of friend is he?" he asked casually.

"You'll see when you get there." Wu Yumin patted his shoulder, his smile looking sinister no matter how you looked at it. "Don't worry, it's a good thing."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Su Ming frowned as he watched his retreating figure.

He touched his phone in his pocket, then remembered how his cousin-in-law had fallen asleep on his shoulder last night, and the smile on her face when she gave him the phone this morning.

Anyway, I need to be careful tonight.

After get off work, Su Ming deliberately lingered for a while, waiting until everyone in the office had left before slowly packing up his things.

As soon as he stepped out of the factory gate, he saw Wu Yumin standing at the intersection not far away, waving at him.

"Xiao Su, over here!"

Su Ming hesitated for a moment, but still went over. He decided to meet that Pegasus Brother, knowing full well the dangers, yet still heading into the lion's den. At eighteen, he was full of youthful vigor and had martial arts training, so naturally he wouldn't take someone like Wu Yumin seriously.

Wu Yumin led him through several streets, which became increasingly remote, until they finally entered a narrow alley.

The alley was deep, with high walls on both sides, and the dim streetlights were far apart, their light flickering.

Su Ming stopped in his tracks.

"Team leader, where is your friend?"

Wu Yumin turned to look at him, and the smile on his face gradually turned into a sinister one.

"It's just ahead! What, are you afraid to go any further?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of people suddenly emerged from both sides of the alley.

A dozen or so thugs wielding steel pipes emerged from the darkness and cornered Su Ming in the middle of the alley.

The bald man in the lead had a thick gold chain around his neck, a dragon tattooed across his arm, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and a menacing look on his face.

It was Pegasus.

"Hey kid, we meet again." Pegasus spat out his cigarette butt, stomped it out, and approached with a sinister grin. "Heard you've been pretty active lately?"

Su Ming's heart tightened. It was time to witness his own strength. He also wanted to know just how many opponents he could take on.

He looked around; there were people all around him, and high walls on both sides, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Wu Yumin had already retreated to the back of the crowd, looking at him smugly: "Su Ming, you have a path to heaven but you choose not to, you choose the path to hell. Today I'll teach you a lesson, so you'll know who you can mess with and who you can't."

Su Ming took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He clenched his fists, his gaze sweeping over the steel pipes in the hands of the thugs.

There were many people, but the alley was narrow, so only two or three could rush at a time. Grandpa always said that fighting should always be one-on-one, so that you can take on ten at once. In other words, you should take down one person at a time as soon as they rush in.

As long as you don't get surrounded, you have a chance.

"Go!" Pegasus waved his hand.

Several thugs immediately rushed up, and steel pipes whistled as they slammed into Su Ming.

Su Ming dodged the first blow by sidestepping, and at the same time kicked the second thug in the stomach, sending him flying backward with a scream. Immediately afterward, he grabbed the steel pipe that the third thug was swinging at him, twisted it forcefully, snatched it away, and slammed it down on the man's shoulder with a backhand strike.

With a sharp "crack," accompanied by a scream, the man collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulders.

Within seconds, three people fell to the ground.

Pegasus's face darkened: "Damn, they're pretty good at fighting! All of you, get them!"

The remaining thugs swarmed forward.

The alleyway immediately descended into chaos.

Su Ming brandished the steel pipe he had stolen, parrying and dodging left and right. He had practiced martial arts with his grandfather since he was a child, so he had a solid foundation and quick reflexes. In addition, the alley was narrow, and his opponents were numerous but unable to move freely, so for a time he managed to hold them off.

One blow, two blows, three blows...

He gritted his teeth and persevered, his body sustaining more and more injuries. A blow to the back, a blow to the arm, a blow to the shoulder... each blow stung with pain, but he dared not stop, for if he did, he would be beaten to death.

"Bang!"

A blow struck him on the back, causing Su Ming to stumble and nearly fall. He retaliated with the stick, forcing the person behind him back to retreat, and gasped for breath.

He had multiple injuries, but he could still barely hold on. After all, he had practiced hard qigong, so his ability to withstand blows was top-notch. As long as it wasn't a sharp weapon and the steel pipe didn't injure vital organs, he would be fine.

He did not fall; he stood firm.

Su Ming gritted his teeth, glaring at the thug in front of him, his eyes fierce like those of a wounded wolf.

The group of thugs were stunned by his reckless ruthlessness, and for a moment no one dared to step forward.

"Useless!" Pegasus cursed, stepping forward and drawing a machete from his waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light. "Kid, you're pretty good at fighting, huh? Come on, let me see if your bones are harder, or my knife!"

Su Ming gripped the steel pipe tightly, his knuckles turning white. Even the best kung fu master is vulnerable to a kitchen knife; a single slash from this thing would render him incapacitated. It was truly difficult to deal with.

He was confident he could win one-on-one, but there were several other men on the other side wielding steel pipes, making it a tough fight.

He might be doomed here today. But he would never kneel down and beg for mercy.

"Come on, your grandpa isn't afraid! If I get hurt, none of you will be in trouble either." A cold glint flashed in Su Ming's eyes, and he was ready to fight to the death.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the alley entrance.

"Su Ming!"

A familiar voice rang out.

Su Ming turned his head and saw Bao Yazhong leading three people rushing over, each holding a billiard cue.

"Brother Zhong?" Su Ming was both surprised and delighted. He had already messaged Bao Ya Zhong, not expecting much, but the guy actually came. What a loyal friend!

"Brother, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!" Bao Yazhong shouted as he rushed over, smashing a stick on a thug's head.

The group of thugs were caught off guard, not expecting anyone to come to their rescue.

But they quickly realized that Brother Fei Ma had brought more than a dozen thugs who were seasoned fighters, and Bao Ya Zhong and his group were no match for them.

In less than two minutes, Bao Yazhong was beaten bloody from the head and sat on the ground, still cursing, "Damn it, kill me if you dare! If I even flinch, I'm not Bao Yazhong!"

"Brother Zhong!" Su Ming rushed over and helped him up. "You need to go!"

"Screw you leaving!" Bao Yazhong wiped the blood from his face. "Even if I die today, I'll take a few of them with me!"

Pegasus sneered, "Pretty loyal, huh? Fine, let's take them all down together!"

He waved his hand, and the thugs surrounded him again.

Looking at Bao Yazhong, who was covered in blood, Su Ming felt a surge of intense guilt. He gritted his teeth, suddenly shoved Bao Yazhong aside, and turned to rush towards the other end of the alley.

"Chase him! Don't let him get away!" Pegasus shouted.

Su Ming ran for his life, cutting through the alley and turning into another, narrower alley. The footsteps behind him grew closer and closer. Ignoring his injuries, he only knew how to run, run, run…

Finally, he ran into a dead end.

There was a wall more than three meters high in front of us.

Su Ming turned around, leaned against the cold wall, and gasped for breath.