Chapter 410 - Fight Me Together? (2/2)

Little Boy reached out and held the teacher’s shoulder.

“You heard what he said before getting off the car. Let him handle this matter. Just wait for the signal here.”

Despite her confident words, there was a hint of worry in Little Boy’s eyes.

The next moment, she saw the tattooed man suddenly falling to his knees while clutching his neck with his hand. His face was beet red, and like a fish on land, he opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath, but no air would reach his lungs.

The remaining three men looked at each other, shocked by what they saw.

Zhang Heng shook his fists.

“Are the three of you going to attack me at the same time?”

This time, things were different from the quick fight against the casino thugs. Not only did Zhang Heng have to defeat the four men in front of him, but he had to also injure them as much as possible to instill fear in them.

Earlier, Zhang Heng’s fist landed on the tattooed man’s trachea, allowing him to experience the not-so-subtle pleasure of suffocation. Although the man’s tragic situation had affected his three companions, the bunch of Albanians was taught to live fearlessly. Cowards would never survive in this cruel and dark environment.

The three men froze for a while. Looking at each other, they then charged at Zhang Heng. One swung an iron meat hook in his hands, attempting to hit Zhang Heng with it. Before he could do so, though, a knife that came out of nowhere penetrated the flesh of his arm.

Zhang Heng drew out his newly acquired knife, and blood started splattering all over the floor. “Find a hospital within 20 minutes and deal with your wound. You can choose to be not disabled for the rest of your life,” he told the unlucky man.

However, the young man with a deep cut on his wrist did not take a step back. The wounds he suffered only angered him further. He let go of his bleeding wrist, roared in a fury, and charged at Zhang Heng again. “Your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, you are an idiot. After becoming a cripple, do you really think you can continue staying here?” Zhang Heng said, elbowing the young man who attacked him from behind. “There is no such thing as respecting the old, loving the young, and helping the disabled in this line of job.”

For the last opponent, Zhang Heng elected to break his leg and leave him on the ground wailing. At the same time, the valiant youth had also started attacking. However, Zhang Heng simply stood there and didn’t move until his opponent got very close. Moving aside, he managed to dodge the attack easily. To reply in kind, Zhang Heng’s knee landed hard on the guy’s abdomen.

This time, peace had finally returned.

Zhang Heng put away the folding knife in his hand, walked to the tattooed man, grabbed his hair, and dragged him on the ground for three meters to the table that they played the knife game on. He slammed the man’s head onto the table and grabbed the knife lying nearby. “Which eye do you prefer, the left or the right?”

The tattooed man could no longer play the tough guy like before. Tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably, and all that was left in the formidable gangster was man’s most primitive and instinctive fear.

Suddenly, a voice was heard saying,

“Enough.”

An older man with a leather ap.r.o.n came out of the slaughterhouse. He was dressed like a butcher, his beard and hair trimmed carefully. He then took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped away the blood on his hands.

“I’m sorry. Forgive me. My memory has not served me well. Have we met before, my friend?”