Chapter 137: Almost Got Chopped

Just as I walked in, I heard crying coming from the room Duan Yong had just left, and then a girl dressed like a little tart, her face made up, came running out.

She ran while pleading, "Big brother, save me, I was forced by them."

Perhaps seeing Ye Cheng a bit agitated, the girl rushed straight at him to hug him.

Ye Cheng was just feeling that the girl was also pitiful, when a flicker of vigilance flashed in his mind, and he felt something was off.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Cheng didn't think, just kicked out, sending the girl who had walked up to him flying.

"Oh!" the girl fell to the ground, looking bewildered.

Just then, the bathroom door suddenly flung open, a white light flashed, and Longge, face fierce, wielding a watermelon knife, charged out, aiming a Mountain-Splitting Strike at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng didn't think, instinctively jumped back, barely dodging the blade.

If I hadn't sensed the girl was off and kicked her away, had she clung to me, that blade would likely have killed me.

Thinking of that, Ye Cheng broke out in a cold sweat.

Longge's first slash missed, and he followed with another, giving Ye Cheng no chance to react.

Ye Cheng also saw that, with his skill, he truly couldn't beat him.

So he decisively retreated and fled out the door.

Longge, his eyes red with killing intent, chased out after him, pursuing Ye Cheng down the stairs.

"Damn! Is this necessary, big brother?" Ye Cheng muttered, thinking that if he had known it would be this dangerous, he would have just paid them off.

"You messed with me and still called the cops—people like you will sooner or later be a disaster." Longge slashed his knife into the stair railing, sending up a spray of sparks.

Saying that, it sounds like we're the ones on the side of justice.

Fortunately, from habitually practicing sea‑gathering, Ye Cheng's steps were fast; he burst out of the corridor first, Longge close behind, lunging forward, the blade's light instantly enveloping Ye Cheng, about to strike his back.

At that critical moment, an iron pipe fell from above, clanging against the knife.

Longge felt his hand go numb, and the knife flew from his grip.

Xiao Hu darted out from behind the corridor, "Brother, I knocked his knife away."

Hearing the knife was gone, Ye Cheng's courage surged; he turned, grabbed a short stick and swung at Longge, shouting for Xiao Hu to join.

"The knife's gone—what are you waiting for? Get him!"

"Damn it, let you chop me, let you chop me!"

All the lingering fear from just now Ye Cheng vented onto Longge; poor Longge, he was actually still capable of fighting.

But the knife had been knocked away, his hand was struck several times by Xiao Hu, and Ye Cheng dealt a heavy blow; the bandit was beaten by the two sea‑gatherers until he kept begging for mercy, and soon lay on the ground unable to get up.

"Damn! Still a bandit, I spit!" Ye Cheng gasped heavily, "Grandma's, beating people is more tiring than sea‑gathering."

"Brother, what's wrong with you today? You're so worked up you made his head bleed." Xiao Hu pointed at the ground.

Indeed, Longge's head was split open, and a pool of blood had already seeped onto the ground.

"That bastard just used a dirty trick—I almost got killed. Hey, are you angry or not?"

Hearing Ye Cheng almost got killed, Xiao Hu went up without a word and struck Longge several more times, aiming at the painful spots.

"Damn! Dare to hit my brother—he'd be dead—who taught me to play a necromancer? Who taught me to allocate talent points? Who taught me to craft gear? Damn!"

Ye Cheng:...

"I swear, thanks a lot—after all this, you're basically a walkthrough, right?"

"By the way, you're here—where's Yellow Hair and his gang?" Ye Cheng looked around but didn't see Yellow Hair.

"I beat them up again, made them squat there—they should still be there."

"Damn, you're really capable."

The two walked over and saw Yellow Hair and his gang lying flat on the ground, moaning softly.

Have to admit, sometimes what TV shows is actually true—because as soon as Ye Cheng sat down to rest, he heard the wail of police sirens.

As it turns out, Uncle Hat really does show up relatively late.

"Who? Who called the police saying someone was going to be killed?"

"It's him—he attacked us with a knife." Ye Cheng pointed at the bald man on the ground, then pointed upstairs, "Upstairs there are still two people unconscious, and also a woman, who's also a swindler."

"And what are you two doing?" An older officer waved for a colleague to check the scene, then eyed the two warily.

Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu now held a short stick and an iron pipe, while Longge on the ground bled profusely—who's good, who's bad is hard to say.

"Us?" Ye Cheng pointed at himself.

"You two, squat down against the wall."

"No, we're law‑abiding citizens—"

A group was taken to the police station; Duan Chunsheng and Duan Yong were also revived—they had only been knocked out.

When the four met, Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu still looked a bit disheveled, while Duan Yong was merely tied up, not beaten much.

"A Cheng, Xiao Hu, I really thank you this time; otherwise A Yong wouldn't know what would have happened. A Yong, come over and thank them—next time, keep your eyes open." Duan Chunsheng began lecturing his son.

For him, this was practically a perfect outcome—his son unharmed and he didn't spend a cent.

Duan Yong glanced at Ye Cheng and Xiao Hu, feeling a bit embarrassed to lose face; Duan Chunsheng kicked him in the butt and shouted, "What time is it? People saved you, and you can't even thank them properly?"

"Alright, uncle, as long as we know in our hearts it's fine." Ye Cheng reached out and grabbed Duan Chunsheng, who was still about to keep hitting.

Young people care about face; I originally didn't get along with Duan Yong, and just now, to save him, I even humiliated him—I bet he still remembers that.

After being kicked twice by his own father, Duan Yong finally lowered his head and said softly,

"Thank you, A Cheng, thank you, Xiao Hu."

"Speak up—how can anyone hear you so softly?" Duan Chunsheng loudly scolded.

"Keep it down! This is a police station, not your home."

A stern voice came from behind; the old policeman who had escorted them back walked over, and Ye Cheng remembered his surname was Zhang.

"If you want to discipline your son, do it at home—the police station doesn't allow shouting; understand?"

"Yes, yes."

"He is strict with his son, but he doesn't dare to be strict with police officer Duan Chunsheng."

'"Officer Zhang, have we cleared up our matter? Can we go back now?" Ye Cheng asked.'

"After they arrived, each gave a statement, then they came out to wait for news; it is already 2 a. m., and they are exhausted."

"As for how they will be sentenced and imprisoned, that's the police's business; Ye Cheng has no interest in it."

"Officer Zhang lifted his head, looked at the four of them, then pointed at Duan Chunsheng and Duan Yong and said, 'You may go back.'"

'"But the two of you still cannot."'