Chapter 49 An Aversion That Breeds Friendship

The leading big man really didn't expect that, with their overwhelming numbers, the opponent would still charge forward "without hesitation." Facing Xiao Sheng's menacing approach, Dao Baqiang gritted his teeth, raised the steel pipe in his hand, and without hesitation, swung it down as soon as the opponent entered his attack range. The lackeys following him did the same. However, with a cold expression and calm movements, at the moment of the clash, Xiao Sheng's body demonstrated astonishing flexibility. He raised his hand to block the seemingly fierce blow while quickly dodging the attacks of several lackeys.

The greatest advantage of the telescopic baton is that it can be adjusted in length according to the distance between the opponent and oneself. In close - quarters combat, an overly long weapon greatly restricts the attacker's strength and may even become a burden...

Seeing the leading big man, after delivering the first blow, Xiao Sheng quickly adjusted the length of the baton in his hand and engaged in close - quarters combat with him. The 70 - centimeter steel pipe greatly restricted the man's range of motion when raising his arm to exert force. And the lackeys surrounding Xiao Sheng were no longer as unrestrained as they were at the beginning. After all, in this core area, not only was their boss present, but there were also brothers desperately charging forward. They were afraid of "accidentally injuring" their own companions...

When facing a situation of being outnumbered, speed, means, and tactics are crucial. Although seemingly surrounded in the center, Xiao Sheng actually had the upper hand in the battle. Whenever a lackey, heedless of danger, came to help their boss, who was already at the end of his strength, Xiao Sheng would take this opportunity to respond with "severe punishment" without hesitation...

The angled tip of the baton was already stained with patches of blood. In the rapid exchange of blows, three lackeys had already fallen at Xiao Sheng's feet. Even with the help of his underlings, the leading big man, Dao Baqiang, had his steel pipe, which was originally held tightly in his hand, knocked to the ground after Xiao Sheng struck his arm. Dao Baqiang, whose body kept retreating, showed a hint of panic on his face.

Dai Lijun, who was waving the steel pipe and shouting encouragement from the periphery, became timid and wanted to retreat when he saw this. When Xiao Sheng, like a tank, pushed forward recklessly towards Dao Baqiang, realizing that the situation was hopeless, Dai Lijun turned around and ran. Although he was still limping and his steps were unsteady, his speed was still quite fast.

The lackeys who came to block only slowed down the process of Dao Baqiang's defeat. After being hit hard on the back by one of the big men, Xiao Sheng, who had broken through the layers of obstruction, endured the pain, used the baton to block the lackeys who continued to attack from the side, and with his other tightly - clenched fist, slammed it into the face of Dao Baqiang, who was close at hand...

The fist made a close contact with the side of the opponent's face. The fierce punch, combined with brute force, smashed into Dao Baqiang's face. In an instant, the man flew out like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall behind him, and then bounced back to the ground...

The remaining three or four big men, two of them tried to hold Xiao Sheng back, while the other two quickly withdrew from the battle and ran towards their boss. With the pressure reduced, Xiao Sheng launched a smooth and flowing attack. The two lackeys who were blocking in front of Xiao Sheng were no match for him. At the first moment of the fight, one lackey fell to the ground, and the other lost his combat ability immediately after Xiao Sheng swung the baton and hit him in the face, the intense pain overwhelming him.

Standing there like a war god, with a murderous aura all over him, the two big men guarding their boss showed expressions of horror on their faces. If it weren't for loyalty and friendship, they might have fled like Dai Lijun at this moment.

Knocking down the opponent is just a display of strength. To fundamentally solve the problem, one needs to show some restraint. Therefore, throughout the entire fight, Xiao Sheng held back a bit. Especially when punching Dao Baqiang in the side of the face, Xiao Sheng only used 50% of his strength. Dao Baqiang's body was not weak. In his early thirties, he was in the prime of a man's life, and he usually exercised a lot. With the support of one of the big men, he managed to stand up shakily.

"You win..." Dao Baqiang's swollen face made his speech slurred, but Xiao Sheng could still understand him. Slowly retracting the baton in his hand and tucking it back into his waist, Xiao Sheng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one, and threw it to Dao Baqiang across from him. Although the force was just right, Dao Baqiang, who had been severely hit, could barely catch it.

"Let's talk..." With the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, Xiao Sheng said with a smile. With a "pop" sound of the lighter, Xiao Sheng looked up and saw Dao Baqiang whispering something to the two men beside him. Then he sat down by the wall, leaning against it, looking exhausted.

Xiao Sheng walked briskly to Dao Baqiang's side and sat down next to him. Imitating Dao Baqiang, he rested his head against the wall and said first, "You're a former military ruffian..." Hearing this, Dao Baqiang couldn't help but smile, lit his cigarette on his own, and replied with a smile, "What about you? You're from the special forces, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have such skills." Xiao Sheng smiled but didn't answer, which was a kind of tacit agreement.

Among soldiers, there is always a certain kind of affectionate bond. The word "army" is a common ground for all soldiers, even those who have been discharged. It's an emotion that can never be erased in a lifetime.

"How did my brothers provoke you, this 'tough nut'? I ended up getting dragged into this mess..." Just like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, the two who had been in a fierce fight just now were now chatting amicably.

"The father of my friend is a good - for - nothing. The family is not well - off, and instead of contributing to the family, he has the nerve to ask for money. If they don't give it, he beats the mother and daughter. You can go back and look into it. Your underlings were even more arrogant. They held butterfly knives and started attacking without asking for the reason. With our temper, how could we stand for that..." Hearing Xiao Sheng's words, Dao Baqiang spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and cursed to himself, "Damn it, Dai Laosan. He was so full of promises when borrowing money. Shit, so there's this story behind it..." Hearing this, Xiao Sheng spread his legs, lay comfortably against the wall, looked up at the sky, smoking a cigarette. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Let's consider this an aversion that breeds friendship. Can we let this matter go..."

"If I don't agree, am I going to lie here today?" Dao Baqiang, turning his head to look at Xiao Sheng, replied with a smile. Xiao Sheng, turning his head slightly, with a big smile and raised eyebrows, replied, "Guess..." Hearing this, the two of them burst out laughing...