Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Section 43, Chapter Forty-Three: [The Rise of the Thugs]

It was already dark. Ursus and Lungmen have a time difference of several hours, so what should have been daytime in Ursus was already completely dark.

Because she was still adjusting to the time difference, Yelena's bedtime was delayed considerably.

But my sister went out.

She's used to it; it seems many people need her sister's help.

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Life is like a plant, slow and peaceful; that's what living is all about.

This is a phrase my sister often says; it seems to mean, "Live life well."

Yelena doesn't actually fully understand her sister.

But that sense of security is not fake.

You need to take good care of it; this thing is very delicate.

It was a gift from the neighbor, a pot of four-leaf clovers placed on the balcony.

It was a gift from an elderly neighbor when my sister moved here with her.

My sister said that the four-leaf clover symbolizes happiness and hope.

Just like those words suggest, life seemed to have settled down completely after leaving Ursus.

Or.

The girl, haunted by nightmares of the past, was brought back to this world by a silver-haired girl.

Gone is the cold, gone are the oppressive black masks of Ursus.

All that exists is... ordinary daily life.

It all felt so real, so real, as if the past was just a dream.

Because of a nightmare that I would forget as soon as I woke up.

Perhaps, it really was just a dream.

Standing on the wooden stool placed under the balcony, the petite girl was barely level with the flowers.

I grabbed the watering can with both hands and filled the tap with water to use for watering the flowers tomorrow.

It needs watering every two days, loves sunlight, and is very resilient. Right now, the leaves of the four-leaf clover are tightly wrapped up.

It will only reopen after sunrise the next day.

Life is like that of a plant.

My sister really does always say things that are hard to understand.

However, it is undeniable that a smile can already be seen on the girl's face.

If things continue like this, perhaps the world's gloom and nightmares will never return to haunt her again...

If we continue.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Is my sister back?

Every time her older sister came back, she would bring Yelena some delicious food.

So every time my sister goes out, the biggest surprise is guessing what delicious food she brought back this time!

The girl happily jumped off the stool and skipped to the door, intending to open it.

Wait?

Open the door?

Her delicate, white hand stopped right in front of the doorknob.

Does my sister knock on the door every time she comes home?

No, her sister never gave her the key! The key was always with her sister.

Since the key was always with her, why did she knock on the door?

The cold touch instilled a sense of fear in the girl.

The entire space seemed to become crowded, and an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped the girl's heart.

Who is outside the door?!

Suddenly withdrawing her hand, the girl took a few steps back, and the previous knocking sound seemed like an illusion, never to be heard again.

The door, which appeared rather tall in front of the girl, seemed to be shrouded in shadow.

Did someone knock on the wrong door?

Or did you hear it wrong?

The deathly stillness of the silent room was only now becoming apparent.

There is no sound.

Perhaps I misheard.

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In an instant, the seemingly sturdy wooden door suddenly exploded open!

"Woo!!"

It appeared to be an explosion from the outside in, with countless fragments scattering in all directions, and along with the destruction of the wooden door...

It was the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face of a man wielding a baseball bat!

"I've said it before, anyone who dares to mess with the Black Hand Gang will come to a bad end!"

The man was shouting, and there were dozens of figures around him, all of whom looked like local thugs. Some were carrying sticks, some were carrying iron pipes, and some were even carrying machetes.

"Ok?"

The man barged into the small clinic and glanced at the little boy in front of him, revealing an unexpected expression.

Why isn't this little one asleep at this hour? Shouldn't that bitch doctor be the one opening the door?!

"Big brother, there's only one little kid here."

The thugs next to him also saw the child, but the place was empty and there was no sign of adults. Where was the woman that their boss had mentioned?

"What do you mean, adults or children? You're obviously new here. There are no distinctions here! Smash it all!"

Carrying a baseball bat, the gang leader was clearly much more confident this time. After all, he had brought his men with him and weapons. Last time he was caught off guard by a sudden attack, but this time, even with Beeeeeeer by his side, he wasn't afraid at all and had nothing to fear!

"How dare you!"

"Hey you little brat, you got cocky after I ambushed you last time, but this time I'll break your legs!!"

The term "hooligans" does not refer to professional criminal groups like gangs, but rather to criminal gangs living at the bottom of society with very low moral standards and limited potential.

Without showing any favoritism to the child, the thug swung a stick directly at Yelena's head.

However, the little girl did not instinctively back away out of fear of the stick, as the gang leader had imagined.

Instinct is a force that seeks advantage and avoids harm, but sometimes instinct doesn't help people escape; instead, it can cause even greater harm.

The baseball bat isn't long, so if you step back, you can maximize the kinetic energy of your swing.

Close-quarters combat techniques are inherently contrary to human instinct.

Because it emphasizes close-quarters combat, the skill of fighting your enemy in close proximity!

Instead of retreating, the girl advanced, and the stick swung down, but only the handle touched the girl's shoulder.

"Varied···!!"

Yelena deflected the attack with her shoulder, then suddenly grabbed the man's right arm holding the stick with her right hand, while her clenched left fist slammed out!

The man screamed and flew backward again, but this time, because the girl's arm restrained him, he took almost all the force of the punch!

After flying backward and knocking down several of his underlings, the entire gang froze for a few seconds.

No one expected that a little kid could send his older brother flying in an instant.

What's going on here?

Soon, the man behind him spat out the blood from his mouth and shouted curses.

"What the hell are you looking at? What are you standing there for? Get him all together!!"

At this moment, the gang of thugs realized what was happening and grabbed their weapons, surrounding the girl.

Even the smallest hyenas, if there are enough of them, dare to steal food from lions!

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Section 44, Chapter Forty-Four: The Choice

As the saying goes.

"She's all alone, let's all go together!"

The men were shouting, and these ruthless guys were naturally skilled at street fights.

They may not have a lot of skills, but when it comes to ruthlessness, these thugs are definitely a tough bunch.

Even when it comes to children, they can be just as ruthless, sometimes even more so.

The crowd then surrounded the girl in the narrow room and began swinging sticks at her!

The whistling wind rang in Yelena's ears, and the girl simply tilted her head as usual, and the stick swung through the air.

A slight difference can lead to a huge error. A slight dodge allowed the attack to graz the attacker's hair, but this strike had already left the attacker wide open.

The girl suddenly jumped back, dodging the long knife that lunged at her, as if she were about to throw herself into the arms of the attacker from behind.

However, the slender body in mid-air raised its arms, and the upper body led the waist, allowing the girl to use the swinging of her limbs to turn her body in mid-air.

His already curled-up left fist suddenly exploded!

It was an attack from the lower left after close-range combat; the power released by her petite frame was astonishing.

The punch landed squarely on the left side of the man behind him.

The man could only curl up on the ground, but Yelena had already found her next target.

The close-quarters combat style makes it difficult for the opponent to strike. Every attack involves close-quarters melee with the enemy, and the distance prevents nearby comrades from providing timely support. If an attack is launched lightly, it may result in hitting one's own people.

In this way, she left her opponents with their own hands tied, while Yelena, like a young wolf charging into a flock of sheep, would immediately find the next one as soon as she knocked one down, defeating them one by one.

In an instant, more and more thugs lay on the ground, but the larger group of thugs couldn't surround their opponents for the time being!

It works.

With a punch, he deflected his opponent's parry; with a powerful shoulder strike, he knocked his opponent out of the crowd; and then, with a swift movement, he transformed his fist into a sharp, downward chopping palm strike that landed on another person's neck.

It's so evil.

The girl was like a white cannonball flying everywhere, leaving behind a thug lying on the ground groaning in her wake, so fast that no one could see her, even though she was the one with the most people.

However, the girl managed to fight her way in and out seven times. Her short stature actually became a better protection, making her difficult to catch and incredibly agile.

Moreover, although their moves look impressive, they resort to any means necessary when actually fighting.

They even resorted to chopping off the other person's feet.

Has this meant we've run into a tough opponent?