Ordinary People
Translator: Cinder Translations
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A few seconds later, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the staircase, sounding deep and muffled, as though many pairs of heavy boots were stomping above.
They were coming upstairs.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were in a passive position; they were about to be cornered by the village chief and others in the third-floor corridor.
Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng acted almost simultaneously, both rushing toward Room 307, where the door was still open.
Chen Xiaomeng picked up a wooden chair from beside the table and smashed it directly into the window. The sharp sound of the glass shattering was followed by the wooden chair flying out through the broken window, landing heavily on the street outside with a loud "bang."
People were still walking on the street, and Chen Xiaomeng hoped to attract their attention.
But as she looked out from the broken window frame, her heart sank. People were still walking down the street, but not a single one of them seemed to notice what had just happened.
The street vendors continued to call out their wares, and two women carrying vegetable baskets passed right by the wooden chair without seeming to notice it lying in the middle of the road.
This was too strange.
But this was a nightmare, a place that couldn't be understood by common sense.
Jiang Cheng pulled the blanket hard and then grabbed the oil lamp, rushing back into the corridor.
Chen Xiaomeng followed him out, knowing that being trapped in the room would result in a much worse fate.
At that moment, several burly men came charging out from the stairs—about five or six of them, all with dark skin. The leader, wearing a beard and with triangular eyes, looked fierce.
Jiang Cheng recognized two of the men. They had been part of the village chief's team when they went to the Qian family's ancestral hall to put out a fire.
However, these men looked miserable. Their faces were covered in dirt, and there were small bloodstains all over their bodies.
The man on the right side of the bearded leader had one leg covered in blood, only wrapped with some cloth strips to prevent more blood from seeping out.
The men glared at Jiang Cheng with killing intent, but when they looked at Chen Xiaomeng, the killing intent suddenly dissipated and was replaced with raw desire.
Chen Xiaomeng gripped the wooden hairpin tightly in her hand.
"My sons!"
A voice came from behind the stairs, sounding like it was suppressing extreme rage.
The village chief appeared on the stairs, supported by someone. The person supporting him was the tall, dark-skinned man who Jiang Cheng had given a bun to earlier.
The crowd scattered, and the village chief, whose face was now full of anger, stood in the middle. The fake benevolent expression was replaced by a ferocious one, and now all he could think about was tearing Jiang Cheng into pieces.
The woman had to die too. The village chief fixed his gaze on Chen Xiaomeng.
But not right now.
"Father," the bearded leader's bloodshot eyes glared, "Big brother was killed in the explosion, and second brother is seriously injured."
The village chief, whose real name was Qian Jianguo, gritted his teeth and said, "Your fourth uncle was also killed by them. Go! Kill that man and bring the woman back!"
"Whoever kills the man, the woman will belong to him!"
Hearing this, the men seemed to be on fire, shouting as they charged forward.
Despite their injuries, the fierce mountain men showed no hesitation. Their eyes were wide open, their black-and-white pupils filled with bloodshot veins, and they had no weapons in hand.
Maybe they thought they didn't need any weapons to deal with a few "ordinary" people.
But Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were far from ordinary people. The space in the corridor was narrow, only enough for three people to walk side by side, so no matter how many people the village chief brought, only a few could charge forward at once.
A burly man wearing brown cloth, with a muscular physique, swung his fist toward Jiang Cheng, the force behind it fierce.
In his mind, the thin man in front of him would surely collapse from a single blow.
But just as he thought victory was certain, the man in front of him staggered and managed to avoid the punch. A cold gleam flashed in front of his eyes.
His movements froze, and then warmth spread in his throat, followed by a sudden tearing pain as blood erupted from his throat, even splattering onto the ceiling.
The man's life force quickly faded, and with a thud, he collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.
The piece of polished iron in Jiang Cheng's hand was now stained with fresh blood.
All this happened in an instant, and the other dark-skinned man rushing toward Jiang Cheng hadn't even figured out what had just occurred.
He swung his sturdy arm to hit Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng blocked the blow with a bent elbow without even dodging, taking the hit head-on.
After the impact, Jiang Cheng seemed unaffected, but the man's face turned pale. He felt as though he had hit a tree.
In that brief moment of hesitation, Jiang Cheng took a step forward and delivered a powerful elbow to the man's chest.
The man's body felt light as though struck by a battering ram, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall behind him.
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His heart stopped, and his brain went blank.
Something fell from his clothes.
It looked like a torn piece of clothing, black and adorned with delicate lace edges, finely made, something not from this era.
Jiang Cheng's hand, which had been heading toward the man's heart, suddenly stopped.
A strange sensation spread in Jiang Cheng's eyes, taking over in an instant. His pupils shrank slightly, his black-and-white eyes sharp as ink.
A flash of cold light, and the man sitting on the ground lost his right hand.
Just as he was about to scream, the iron piece accurately pierced the joint between his arm and shoulder, deeply embedding itself into the bone.
The soft tissue was destroyed, and Jiang Cheng didn't lessen his force, causing a continuous "creak, creak" sound.
The man's screams echoed in his ears, while Jiang Cheng wiped the blood from his face.
On the other side, Chen Xiaomeng had dealt with her own opponent.
It was the bearded leader.
From their conversation, it seemed the bearded man was the village chief's son.
The man's target was Chen Xiaomeng, but to his surprise, she was no weak woman who would just cry. After a few moves, Chen Xiaomeng had accurately severed his tendons.
Now the man was like a useless lump, collapsed on the ground.
"My sons!"
The village chief's eyes nearly bled from rage.
He only had three sons. The eldest had been killed by a landmine, the second was severely injured in the explosion, and now his third son was…
"Father, save me! Ahhh!!"
Before the bearded man could finish speaking, a scream interrupted him.
Chen Xiaomeng crushed his thumb and then slowly twisted it with her heel.
Three strong men were instantly taken down by the two of them, something the village chief and his group never expected.
Though they outnumbered their opponents, the village chief didn't dare act rashly, fearing that they would fight back and destroy his family, which was already suffering from the ghostly torment.
In the next moment, under everyone's stunned gaze, Jiang Cheng expressionlessly picked up the man who was lying on the ground, grabbed his head, and slammed it into the wall.
(End of the Chapter)
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