Chapter 2: The Fire of Anger

Like a completely mad beast, Yang Ming lunged straight at the closest gangster. His fist wrapped in endless anger and strength, and slammed into the opponent's cheek fiercely. In an instant, only a few "clicks" were heard, and the gangster's teeth flew out, and blood splattered like a fountain, splattering dazzling blood flowers on the white snow. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a gangster suddenly took out a butterfly knife and fiercely stabbed Yang Ming. The sharp tip of the knife instantly sank into his thigh, and blood gushed out like a raging spring, instantly dyeing his pants red. The intense pain was like a strong electric current, causing Yang Ming to wake up for a moment, but then, an even more violent anger burned in his eyes, and the flames seemed to devour everything. His eyes were like a torch, locked on the gangster with the knife, and his eyes shot out a terrifying ferocious light, like a demon from hell. He stretched out his hand without hesitation, grabbed the handle of the knife tightly, and blood slowly meandered down the blade, dripping on the snow, and was instantly swallowed by the cold white snow. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to pull the knife out of his leg. The blade ruthlessly cut his palm, and blood gushed out in an instant, but at this moment, there was only the flame of revenge in his heart, and he could not feel the slightest pain. At this moment of lightning and lightning, Yang Ming stabbed the blood-stained knife into the gangster's shoulder with his backhand. The gangster immediately let out a mournful scream, and the sound cut through the cold night sky. The blade was deeply immersed in his flesh, and blood sprayed out like an injection. The last gangster saw that the situation was not good and turned to flee. Yang Ming would not let him go, like a tiger pouncing on food, rushed forward with a dash, reached out and grabbed his hair, and suddenly pressed it to the ground, and then used all his strength to hit his head to the ground. "Bang!" After a dull sound, the man's forehead instantly broke, and blood slowly flowed down his cheeks like a stream, and shocking red flowers bloomed on the snow, forming a sharp and tragic contrast with the surrounding white snow. In the blink of an eye, Yang Ming was covered in blood, and he stood there staggering, like a god of war who came out of a sea of blood. There were several wailing figures lying on the ground, their blood spreading wantonly on the white snow, dyeing the pure snow into a bloody Shura field. He staggered slowly towards the leader's yellow hair. Seeing this, Yellow Hair was so scared that his soul was scattered, and his voice trembled and shouted, "You... don't mess around..." "Photo!" Yang Ming coldly squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, and the voice seemed to come from the Netherworld Hell, full of endless chill, making the surrounding air seem to freeze. Yellow Hair trembled and took out a few photos from his pocket and handed them over. When Yang Ming saw the familiar figure of his sister in the photo, his heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles at the same time, and it was so painful that he couldn't breathe. "Why?" He muttered to himself, clenching his teeth, and hot tears slid silently down his cheeks uncontrollably. Deep in his heart, no matter what, he did not want to believe that his sister would do such a thing, he firmly believed that his sister must have unspeakable hardships. No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead was, Yang Ming secretly swore in his heart that he must find out the truth of the matter! Even if he sacrificed his life for this, he would not hesitate! "Xiaorui... go home with brother..." Yang Mingqiang endured the pain, slowly picked up his sister's body and left step by step. Behind him, a string of shocking bloodstains was left, which was particularly eye-catching on the snow. His figure gradually disappeared in the vast snowy night, leaving only endless sadness and anger, which filled the cold air. Snow, still falling one after another, seemed to be crying silently for this tragic everything. The person had left with heavy pain and determination, and embarked on the road of revenge full of unknowns and dangers.... The news of Yang Rui's death spread rapidly in the village in the city like a rapid plague. All kinds of unbearable rumors were like poisoned arrows, reaching Yang Ming's ears one after another. However, his heart was as solid as a rock, and he always believed that his sister would not commit suicide. In order to find the truth, he finally contacted a classmate of his sister after much trouble. "There was a person who was mixed up in society before, and often went to school to find Yang Rui... His name was Xiaodao..." The classmate revealed this key clue to him. After getting the clue, Yang Ming went straight to Xiaonan Lake without hesitation. Since the opening of the first skating rink in Xiaonan Lake, it has become a gathering place for gangsters. Whenever night falls, those idle street skaters haunt here like ghosts.