Chapter 20: Guerilla

"Huh? What does this kid want to do?"

Watching Xue Jing approaching them, someone expressed their confusion aloud.

"Wait, what is he holding in his hand..."

A short-haired youth suddenly pointed at Xue Jing's right hand.

"A brick?"

"He mustn't think that picking up a brick from the ground would be intimidating, haha, what can a brick do?"

Someone scoffed, weighing the metal baseball bat in their hand.

The crowd snickered as they walked towards Xue Jing.

On the quiet night street, one side was a dozen gangsters clustered together, and the other was a lone student in a school uniform, both slowly approaching each other.

As Xue Jing moved forward, he gauged the distance relying on the instinct of aiming.

Just when the two sides were less than twenty meters apart, Xue Jing stopped in his tracks.

'This should be about right.'

Barely feeling that it was an excellent throwing distance, Xue Jing, going with the feel, raised the half brick the size of his fist in his hand.

"That kid is about to throw a brick, watch out!"

Someone called out a warning.

No sooner had he spoken than the head of a close-cropped youth beside him suddenly exploded.

"Bang!!"

"Ah!!"

Red brick fragments splattered everywhere, cutting several wounds on his face and some fragments even lodged in his eyes, causing him to cry out in pain.

The youth with the close-cropped hair hit by the brick was now lying silently on the ground, a large gash on his forehead, blood gushing out.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell!?"

"Did someone get shot!?"

"No, it's that kid's brick!"

"Sheng Hua has passed out!"

"Damn it, get him, go!"

In the ensuing chaos, some went to help the youth with the exploded head, some stood dumbfounded, but most immediately rushed towards Xue Jing at full speed.

However, the instant Xue Jing threw the half brick, he turned around without hesitation and started running again!

"Fuck, chase him!"

"Don't run, you little bastard, I'm going to kill your whole family, fuck your mother!"

...

Minutes later, everyone stopped, panting heavily, looking at the figure in the school uniform in the distance.

They just couldn't catch up!

Just as they stopped, Xue Jing also stopped and slowly turned around.

A bad feeling arose in everyone's hearts.

Soon, their premonition came true.

In the streets of South City area, there wasn't much else, but there was garbage everywhere.

Xue Jing picked up a 500ml glass beer bottle from the ground.

Seeing this, the gangsters immediately panicked.

"Fuck, find cover!!"

"Move, this spot is mine!"

People were pushing each other for a spot behind a plastic trash can.

"Spread out, spread out!"

In the panic, the glass beer bottle whizzed in, blasting the head of a tall, thin youth who couldn't dodge in time.

"Bang!"

"Ah!!"

The tall, thin youth clutched his head, blood pouring through his fingers, "He's got nothing left in his hands, go get him now!"

He seemed to be a minor leader; as he commanded, people hurriedly emerged from their hiding spots.

But by then, Xue Jing had already run far away.

The crowd glanced at each other, unsure whether to chase.

"What are you waiting for, chase him!"

The tall and thin young man said in frustration.

Seeing this, the others had no choice but to chase after Xue Jing once again.

After several chases, and running at full strength, everyone's physical strength was barely holding up. This time, they didn't chase for long before most of them slowly started to lag.

As they slowed, Xue Jing immediately noticed and stopped in his tracks.

"This..."

The crowd swallowed hard, watching fearfully as the good-looking boy in the school uniform slowly turned around.

Just as Xue Jing picked up something off the ground again, someone in the crowd couldn't keep it together anymore.

"Run!!"

Hearing this shout, those who were already contemplating retreat instantly scattered, desperately diving for nearby cover.

"Move, move, I was here first!"

"What the hell are you squeezing for, get lost!"

"Damn it, clumsy fool, risk your own life, I'm out!"

Faced with an enemy they could never catch up to, and who might randomly choose a "lucky" spectator for a headshot when stopping, everyone genuinely felt fearful.

Regret, overwhelming regret engulfed everyone's hearts.

Who the hell decided we should catch this Affiliated Middle School student!?

"Whoosh!"

A rusty steel rebar, over thirty centimeters long and as thick as a finger, flew straight towards the crowd like an arrow.

"Plop!"

A gangster hiding behind a tin shack saw the steel rebar pierce through the thin iron sheet, missing his head by mere centimeters, and burst into tears right there.

His legs gave out, and he fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw Xue Jing in the distance bending down to pick up something from the ground again.

"Mommy!!!"

The gangster immediately began sobbing bitterly, wishing he had more legs to run away from Xue Jing faster.

But before he could get far, a small concrete block flew from afar, striking him precisely on the back of the head. As it exploded into a cloud of dust, it cracked his skull open.

"Run, run, run fast!"

Fully devoid of any desire to resist, the crowd fled back the way they came, heads down in sheer terror.

Thus, the situation reversed.

In the night of South City, a bizarre scene unfolded on the outer street.

A dozen or so young men with various hairstyles and tattoos were screaming and fleeing desperately, while a good-looking student in Affiliated Middle School uniform, looking like a well-behaved boy, was relentlessly pursuing them.

From time to time, the student would randomly pick up some hard trash from the ground and hurl it at the crowd ahead. Each throw was accurate, with sounds of heads being struck ringing out continuously.

The weapons in their hands had also fallen to the ground, becoming projectiles for Xue Jing to throw.

"Here it comes again!"

"Bro! Dad! Daddy, grandpa! Please, stop throwing them!"

"I surrender, I surrender, ah, stop throwing them!"

All the while, everyone was screaming as they ran.

The commotion was loud and caught the attention of residents in the neighborhood, who opened their windows to look out. Seeing such an absurd spectacle, they clicked their tongues in amazement.

"Hey, isn't that the Razor Gang? What happened?"

"Is another gang invading to take over this territory?"

"No, wait, why is there a student? And he seems to be wearing an Affiliated Middle School uniform."

"Hey, weird and bizarre, why are they being chased by a student?"

A young man with blonde hair finally couldn't run anymore and stopped to catch his breath.

Just then, a figure like a nightmare approached him from the side.

The blonde-haired youth turned his head and saw Xue Jing standing emotionlessly in front of him, his cold, sharp gaze piercing through him as he held a metal baseball bat.

"...OK, OK, I beg you to spare my life."

The blonde-haired youth smoothly knelt down, his eyes filled with terror, pleading.

"Bang!"

The whooshing baseball bat brutally struck his left ear, sending him flying sideways for several meters; he lay motionless on the ground.

Xue Jing, holding the blood-stained baseball bat, slowly walked towards the rest of the gangsters who were nearly unable to run anymore.

The baseball bat dragged on the ground, its metal surface scraping against the concrete, making a clanging sound.

His footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but each step seemed to land squarely on the hearts of the crowd.

Step by step.

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