Chapter 18: Meeting familiar faces in another place (1/2)

Chapter 18: Meeting familiar faces in another place

A man covered the phone on the other end of the call. His face was cold and remote, but the hand grasping the phone shook slightly.

It had been sixty years. He also knew that the original owner of the Ghost Lamp Temple had a domineering strength and wouldn’t die that easily. However, it’d been sixty years. He felt that perhaps the original owner of the Ghost Lamp Temple no longer cared about this area.

So, he began to make his preparations and surrept.i.tiously tried to break through the seal on the sides of the Ghost Lamp Temple to obtain what was inside.

He hadn’t thought that someone would still come looking for it in the end.

“d.a.m.n it!” The man ground his teeth.

……

After they had walked out from the hotel, Shuhang and Soft Feather started aimlessly shopping around the Luo Xin Streets.

They didn’t run into any groups of chitchatting elders, but ran into something far more interesting — five drunk perverts.

He didn’t run into the circ.u.mstances of ‘femme fatale’ on the train, but he hadn’t thought that after arriving on the Luo Xin Streets, he’d b.u.mp into the plot line of a bunch of drunk perverts forming lascivious intentions after seeing a pretty girl.

It was a spa.r.s.ely populated small alleyway where the five drunks swayed as they blocked Song Shuhang and Soft Feather’s way. Five pairs of eyes were bloodshot as they stared greedily at Soft Feather.

Alcohol could bolster a hero’s courage and does the same for petty characters. None of the acts that people could commit whilst under the influence were worth goggling about. They could do anything from kissing female pigs, biting dogs, and slugging it out with each other.

The five drunks had never seen such a beautiful la.s.s in their lives. They couldn’t move their eyes away after seeing Soft Feather.

“Hot d.a.m.n! This woman is as beautiful as a fairy. If I can have a round with her, I’m down even if I lose ten years of my life!” These were their thoughts and so they surrounded Soft Feather and Song Shuhang, using their inebriation as an excuse.

What were they afraid of? In the worst case, they would just spend a few years in jail.

This was the pathetic part of not understanding the law. They’d only vaguely heard people mention it in pa.s.sing boasts that forcing themselves on girls would result in a few years in jail. Did they think that the times now were still those of a few years ago, or that this was India?

These days, forcing themselves on a girl meant a life sentence. If the situation was a bit worse off, it’d mean a bullet to the head.

Song Shuhang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he saw this scene. He loosened up his joints and prepared to fight.

His fighting abilities weren’t bad… he could easily take three at a time usually, not to mention these five skinny drunkards in front of him. It was precisely because of this that the thugs around school didn’t bother him.

He could take on ten of these kinds of opponents!

Just as Song Shuhang was about to demonstrate his punches and kicks, a breeze whistled past his ears.

He then saw a pair of slender legs kick out repeatedly as fast as lightning. When those legs kicked in the air, it was as if b.u.t.terflies were flitting through the shrubbery. It posed a wonderfully beautiful sight. Not only did it look pretty, its power was even more frightening. When the pair of legs moved through the air, even the snaps like a whip cracking through air were emitted.

The five drunkards released shrill yells and flew out backwards, spasming crazily on the ground and vomiting everywhere, falling unconscious after a short while.

Faceplanting onto the ground? How long did it take? A second? Or even shorter?!

Song Shuhang turned his head back and saw Soft Feather retract her long legs — that was d.a.m.ned awesome alright?!

Compared to Soft Feather, his punches and kicks were seriously child’s play.

Looking at the unconscious drunks, Shuhang suddenly recalled the youths who had collectively lost consciousness outside the school.

If, and he was only hypothesizing here, with the battle strength that Soft Feather had just demonstrated, it seemed that she could indeed have sent those seven, eight, or ten thugs kissing the ground in a short amount of time that day?

However, Soft Feather had been on the plane then.

Could the Su Clan’s Ah s.h.i.+liu in the chat group really have done it? Could it be that those within the chat group all had off the charts battle strength?

“Are they dead?” Song Shuhang was a bit worried.

“Don’t worry senior, I know the proper limits. They’ll be out for two days at most before waking up. This timing is perfect, as not eating or drinking for three days easily results in problems.” Soft Feather answered.

These answers gave Song Shuhang a feeling of sudden enlightenment — those thugs who still remained in their coma, was it because the deadline of ‘two days’ had yet to arrive?

“Let’s go, senior.” Soft Feather giggled.

Song Shuhang nodded his head stiffly due to his mind being a chaotic mess. He left the alleyway with Soft Feather…

……

After Shuhang and Soft Feather had been gone for quite a while, a man strode over with steady steps from a corner behind the alleyway, making his way to the five drunkards.