Chapter 136: You Dare Call the Police?

You were supposed to save someone but you didn't, forget it, and you even came specially to watch the show—I will not share the sky with you.

Duan Chunsheng was dumbfounded, lying on the sofa, not knowing what to say.

As for Ye Cheng, after pulling Xiao Hu out, he spread his legs and ran downstairs.

"Brother, are we really leaving?" Xiao Hu asked softly while running.

"Go call the police, or really fight—can we win?" Ye Cheng said in a low voice.

In such a small space, they have six people, and we don't even know if there are more inside—if we really start fighting.

Unless Xiao Hu is the reincarnation of Zhang Fei, otherwise the ones who will be knocked down are definitely us two.

"Won't Duan Shu and Duan Yong get beaten?"

Ye Cheng glanced at the suddenly soft-hearted Xiao Hu and said, "They want money, not our lives; taking a beating and learning a lesson is fine—one is lecherous, the other brainless."

He hurried downstairs; Ye Cheng didn't even start his motorcycle, walked straight to the corner, took out his phone and began calling the police.

Speaking of which, we should be grateful it's after 2000, because ten years ago there was no 110.

Ye Cheng already knew the exact location when he arrived, so now calling the police he quickly made it clear.

He didn't say it was a honey trap; he only said he was a morning sun masses, seeing a group of people tying up two persons, possibly intending to kill.

Damn it, the operator, upon hearing about a possible murder, instantly became alert, quickly noted the phone number, then told Ye Cheng to protect himself and started dispatching police.

"Brother, you just said they wanted money, not our lives—why are you now saying they want to kill?"

"Nonsense, if we didn't say murder but just a fight, by the time the police arrive our legs might already be broken."

This is obvious in hindsight—one must emphasize the seriousness, otherwise they would judge by priority.

After hanging up, Ye Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Uncle Hat is the greatest reliance of ordinary commoners.

Just then, an angry voice came from behind: "Good, you dare call the police—big brother was right."

Ye Cheng turned his head and saw—damn it, Yellow Hair had brought four or five people with sticks, and they had somehow already gotten behind the two of them.

"Beat them!" Yellow Hair shouted loudly and charged with his men.

"Damn!" Ye Cheng cursed inwardly, having previously thought in TV dramas that people accidentally caused incidents or got counterattacked.

Now it's his turn, damn it.

They're already attacking—what else is there to think? Xiao Hu charged forward, using his strong physique to slam into the leading thug and knock him flying.

Of course, he also got hit with a stick, but fortunately they were seasoned veterans who knew to protect their heads.

Because his charge was a bit too fierce, Xiao Hu also got surrounded, left and right thrusts making it hard to break out.

The fight began; Ye Cheng grabbed his bag, pulled out the two short sticks—though not long, having something in hand made him less nervous.

Ye Cheng tossed the bag aside, gripped a stick in each hand, lunged from behind, and gave the nearest opponent a hard kick.

No technique, just strength—working people are used to labor, they have plenty of power.

The thug who got kicked was originally a scrawny monkey, about 100 pounds; Ye Cheng's side kick to the waist sent him flying sideways, drifting in the air before landing, unable to get up for a moment.

Opening a gap, Ye Cheng's two sticks began flailing wildly, forcing Yellow Hair and his gang back a few steps, then successfully regrouping with Xiao Hu.

"How are you?" Ye Cheng asked while keeping an eye on Yellow Hair and his men, handing Xiao Hu a stick.

Xiao Hu grimaced in pain, "CTMD, these guys are really ruthless—I've taken several blows to the head."

"We just need to stall for a while; also, watch out—don't aim for the head, we're porcelain, they're earthenware."

Seeing the two regroup, Yellow Hair brother wasn't intimidated; he waved his hand and several people charged again.

Clang!

Clang clang!

Clang!

Ye Cheng's wooden stick and their iron pipe occasionally clacked; the fight was indecisive, neither side gaining advantage—Ye Cheng's left hand took a stick hit, and Xiao Huang Mao was struck by Ye Cheng's stick on the right arm, disabling it.

Compared to Ye Cheng, who relies on wit, Xiao Hu, who relies on brute force, is much more ferocious.

One against three, he still didn't lose ground.

Actually, after fighting a while Ye Cheng also noticed that these thugs have one trait when fighting: they just shout!

Their mouths are full of curses, but when they actually fight, one lacks strength, another lacks combat experience, and because they rarely train, their stamina is poor.

After less than two minutes, they were all panting; Ye Cheng even stopped using the sticks, went up and gave Yellow Hair a big shove, slapping him to the ground.

"Still fighting? Damn it!"

Ye Cheng pointed his stick at the prone Yellow Hair and shouted angrily.

"I'm not fighting, I'm not fighting, we're not fighting," Yellow Hair said with a crying tone.

Just as they were arrogant a moment ago, now they are as miserable.

"What about Duan Yong?" Ye Cheng kicked Yellow Hair and asked.

He only saw Yellow Hair and his men, not Longge.

"Long... Longge is up there watching them," Yellow Hair mumbled, pointing upstairs.

Ye Cheng checked the time—ten minutes had passed, and Uncle Hat still hadn't arrived.

With such a loud fight, many houses turned on their lights, but as soon as they heard the noise they switched them off again.

They couldn't afford to provoke the fighters, so they probably hid behind windows to watch.

"Xiao Hu, you stay down here and watch; I'll go up to see how Duan Yong and the others are doing."

"No, brother, let me go—you can't fight anyway."

Yellow Hair brother hearing this, his mouth twitched involuntarily—"You two are putting on a Versailles act, aren't you?"

"If you can't even fight, what are we then? Trash."

"That Longge is too sneaky—not relying just on strength, you can't handle him." Ye Cheng patted Xiao Hu and told him to stay.

This Longge is definitely no petty thug; judging by his conduct, he has rich experience in crime, remains calm in emergencies, and is very likely a repeat offender.

The lights in the hallway were off; Ye Cheng crept up quietly, the door to the third-floor room was ajar, a light was still on inside, but there was not a sound.

Such deathly silence was the most frightening; Ye Cheng adjusted his breathing, shifted his position, and peered through the crack in the door.

Duan Yong lay motionless on the ground; he didn't see Duan Chunsheng and had no idea what had happened to him.

But judging by the scene, it seemed no one was left.

Ye Cheng gently pushed the door open a crack, enough to see the sofa; Duan Chunsheng lay on it, also completely still.

It looked like he had been knocked out.

As for Longge, he had probably already fled.

To prevent someone from suddenly rushing out from behind the door, Ye Cheng kicked it open, checked that no one was behind it, and then went inside.