Underworld Chronicles: Qiao Si's Strategist, Xiao Ke, and Wang Weifan

At this moment, Wang Zhi whispered something in Xiao Ke's ear: "He is the legendary Master Wu."

Master Wu's name was so famous inside the high walls that Xiao Ke had certainly heard of him and knew that no one dared to mess with him. But Xiao Ke's personality was such that he became stronger when faced with a strong opponent. From the time he was old enough to understand things until his death, he was never afraid of anything and didn't know how to spell the word "fear".

Why not? The cigarette is in my hand. I can smoke it if I want, and sell it if I want. What are you going to do about it?

"Damn it, you're not very tall, but you've got quite the nerve. Do you know who he is? He's Master Wu. You're asking for trouble, aren't you?" one of the men behind Master Wu shouted at Xiao Ke.

"Hmph~ Listen up, I don't care if you're Master Wu or Master Liu, we'll keep to ourselves. I, Xiao Ke, never cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble either. Don't try to scare me with your big dick, I'm not easily frightened." Xiao Ke spat the cigarette butt out of his mouth onto the ground and said defiantly.

"Damn it, you've got yourself into trouble, haven't you?" The man behind Master Wu said, and tried to rush forward.

Master Wu stretched out his arm to block his henchmen behind him. "Kid, you've got guts. You wait, you'll regret this. Let's go!"

Having spent so many years behind bars, Master Wu knew what he was doing. He couldn't mess with Xiao Ke and the others during their exercise time; he needed to wait for an opportunity to teach Xiao Ke a lesson without anyone noticing.

This opportunity soon came to Master Wu. On this day, all the prisoners had to do a big job and go out to cut grass.

The grass was waist-high, growing in large patches. The guards divided the inmates into several groups, each group taking charge of a section. After assigning their positions, everyone rolled up their sleeves and got to work.

After working for a while, Master Wu noticed that the guards were far away, so he gave a wink to one of his underlings, who then threw down his sickle and ran away.

Not long after he went out, Wu Ye's underlings ran back and whispered in his ear, "Master Wu, that Xiao Ke is right there. The three guys who usually hang out with him aren't here."

"Understood." Master Wu waved his hand, and his four henchmen, Iron Pole, picked up sickles and followed behind him, heading towards Xiao Ke's direction.

Little Ke was sitting on the side, secretly smoking. Although he wasn't the leader, with his intelligence and current position, he didn't need to do any work.

In any era and in any place, it is always the honest, hardworking oxen who do the work, while those who are clever, cunning, or good at flattering their superiors do not have to work, and in the end, they receive the most rewards and benefits.

Little Ke, sitting on the ground smoking, was unaware that danger was quietly approaching.

Master Wu and his four henchmen slowly approached Xiao Ke. Master Wu stood to the side while his four henchmen, each holding a sickle, walked up to Xiao Ke.

Xiao Ke assumed it was someone from their cell and didn't pay much attention when he heard someone coming from behind. Suddenly, he heard someone call out, "Xiao Ke!"

As soon as Xiao Ke heard the shout and turned around, he saw a sickle coming straight at the top of his head. Wu Ye's henchman knew the danger and didn't dare to hit him with the tip of the sickle.

Xiao Ke couldn't dodge in time. With a loud thud, his head was hit hard, and he saw stars. Before he could react, he was kicked to the ground.

Then came the kicks and the back of the sickle, a barrage of electric shocks pounding into Little K's body. Little K covered his head with his hands, having no chance to resist.

Most people would scream and yell if they were beaten, but Little K was so calm even on the guillotine, so he was even less likely to scream and yell if he was beaten.

Xiao Ke stubbornly endured it, trying to find an opportunity to stand up and fight back, but the four men with eight hands and eight legs rained down on him, giving Xiao Ke no chance to catch his breath.

When the others saw that it was Wu Ye who brought the people, no one dared to say a word, let alone report them. They could only pretend not to see and continue working, while secretly glancing at how Xiao Ke was being tortured.

Just when Xiao Ke was about to give up, three people suddenly jumped out of the bushes. Who were they? They were Xiao Ke's three musketeers: Wang Zhi, Zhang Guangyue, and Wei Qinggang.

The three of them had now all become foremen and didn't have to lift a finger to work. They wanted to come over to smoke and brag with Xiao Ke, but when they arrived, they found Xiao Ke being ganged up on.

"Holy crap!" Wang Zhi threw down his cigarette butt and rushed forward. He kicked someone in the back, knocking him to the ground.

After that, he didn't give him any chance to catch his breath. Wang Zhi raised his foot and kicked him repeatedly in the crotch, not caring whether it was a cucumber or an egg, whether it was bursting with juice or bubbling soup. He just went for it and knocked the underling unconscious in a few moves.

Wei Qinggang followed closely behind Wang Zhi and rushed forward. He raised his right foot, lunged forward, and kicked one of his underlings in the buttocks with a loud thud. The underling felt a tightness in his rear and jumped up with his tail between his legs.

Wei Qinggang brought his right index and middle fingers together, curled the other three fingers into a pistol shape, bent over, and shoved it into the underling's anus. With just that one thrust, the underling almost fainted and completely lost his fighting ability.

Zhang Guangyue was the last to rush forward. He grabbed a sickle and, unlike Wu Ye's cowardly underlings who used the back of the sickle to strike, he used the tip of the sickle to chop at the back of one of his underlings' heads.

Fortunately, the henchman who had his back to Zhang Guangyue instinctively dodged, and the sickle grazed his ear before slashing his shoulder.

Then Zhang Guangyue leaped up and kicked the underling to the ground. He pinned the underling down, grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, picked up a sickle, and slashed it upwards like a child sharpening a pencil. A little finger, splattering with blood, flew into the air, drawing a blood-red parabola before falling to the ground.

Three of Master Wu's four henchmen fell instantly. The last one, seeing how fierce his opponent was, stopped hitting Xiao Ke and tried to turn around and run away.

But the last henchman didn't have time to escape. Wang Zhi and Wei Qinggang simultaneously stretched out their feet and kicked him in the groin, one in front and one behind. With a "plop," the pain of his penis bursting out instantly spread throughout the henchman's body. He clutched his crotch with both hands and fell straight down.

The rescued Xiao Ke stood up, his mouth full of blood from the beating. He was furious, his eyes gleaming with a chilling green light.

Xiao Ke looked around, then snatched Zhang Guangyue's still-dripping sickle from beside him and charged towards Master Wu, who was standing still.

Next, how will Xiao Ke, who is now completely enraged, deal with Master Wu? Will Master Wu be defeated by Xiao Ke? Stay tuned for the next episode.