Chapter 413: I'll send you to meet your great-grandfather!

In the Hall of Fulfillment, there were a total of nine young hooligans!

Lao Ba took only three seconds from the moment he struck to knock them all down! On average, he knocked down three people per second—this is Lao Ba's peak strength.

Back then, because he accidentally injured the leader's son, the unit demanded his retirement—that was the unit's loss.

Now, with no need to protect boss Lin Dongfan, free of worries, Lao Ba is a warhorse that runs freely, unstoppable by anyone.

In this world, only one thing can make Lao Ba feel awe — the truth!

He doesn't have an indestructible body; if someone pointed the truth at his head, he'd also wimp out. After all, following Fan Ge means meat to eat and a ten‑million‑a‑year good life—he hasn't had enough of it yet.

Fortunately, none of the young hooligans present today had the truth on them.

Only empty beer bottles and fruit knives.

Lao Ba tossed aside the galvanized water pipe in his hand, bent over, and picked up a gleaming fruit knife.

He pointed the knife at Zheng Sanshui across from him and issued a cold question: "Tonight, how many knives did you guys slash Liu Wei with? Give me a number."

"No… I didn't do it, I don't know…"

Zheng Sanshui was so frightened he didn't dare take a breath, stumbling back a few steps in panic, and accidentally bumped into Huang Tao, who was hiding beside the vase, scaring Huang Tao into wetting his pants.

Huang Tao tried to stay away from Zheng Sanshui, but ended up right next to him instead.

Huang Tao stammered while clarifying to Lao Ba: "Brother, I… I'm from the Fisheries Bureau. You saw me at the old dock that day, right? Tonight's incident has nothing to do with me…"

Lao Ba acted as if he hadn't heard, clearly uninterested in dealing with Huang Tao, who had wet his pants.

Since Huang Tao is a civil servant, he'd only be valuable if taken down over a corruption issue—he's Fan Ye's "performance," and tonight we can't kill him yet.

Lao Ba ignored Huang Tao.

He kept the knife pointed at Zheng Sanshui: "Didn't your mother teach you to be honest? Tell the truth—how many knives did you guys slash Liu Wei with? I don't like taking advantage of others. However many knives you used on Liu Wei, I'll return the same number—no more, no less. If I can't kill you, that's my inadequacy."

"My mind's a bit scrambled; give me a moment to think…"

A terrifying aura of death enveloped the entire Hall of Fulfillment.

Zheng Sanshui, leaning against the large vase, stared at Lao Ba opposite him without blinking, fearing that even a blink would bring a blade down on him.

Just then, at a loss for what to do.

Zheng Sanshui suddenly recalled that there was something in the vase: a Desert Eagle loaded with nine rounds, a trick he'd learned from movies, kept for emergencies.

Hong Kong films—never lie to me!

Zheng Sanshui concealed his excitement, talking to Lao Ba: "Earlier, some said over ten knives, others said over twenty—let me think…" while secretly reaching into the vase, nervously feeling around until he finally touched that cold, hard object—the Desert Eagle! Instantly brimming with confidence.

"Damn your mother, go die!"

Zheng Sanshui swiftly pointed the gun at Lao Ba's head, without hesitation, and fired! He thought he could blow Lao Ba's head off with one shot.

"Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the gunshot rang out.

Too slow!

As the gunshot rang out, Lao Ba had already darted from his spot, a giant hand like an iron clamp seizing Zheng Sanshui's right wrist—the hand holding the gun—with tremendous force.

"Crack!"

A terrifyingly crisp bone‑crack sounded, almost at the same instant as Zheng Sanshui's anguished scream.

It was a pig‑slaughtering scream!

Such a severe fracture struck his pain nerves like an electric current. His right hand, which had just fired, went limp at a strange angle, like a broken twig.

The Desert Eagle also fell to the ground.

This sight terrified the nearby Huang Tao into trembling, not daring to breathe, unable to comprehend how Lao Ba's speed could exceed that of a bullet!

Actually, Lao Ba isn't faster than a bullet—otherwise he'd truly be a monster.

Just now, the moment Zheng Sanshui furtively slipped his hand into the vase, Lao Ba had already braced himself, guessing that the vase might conceal the truth.

"If you won't tell the truth, you're not being honest!"

Back when he served in the special forces, Lao Ba's nickname was the Slaughter Machine! No matter the danger level of the mission, he never held back.

Today was no exception; after speaking, he swung up the watermelon knife in his hand.

Who's ever seen a tough guy smash things with the back of a knife?

Lao Ba can only use the back of the knife! If he used the blade, with his terrifying strength, one swipe would lop off Zheng Sanshui's entire left leg, and he wouldn't last long.

Using the back of the knife is just right!

One strike down, Zheng Sanshui's left leg remained, but that muffled "crack" was powerful—it's the sound of a tibia fracture.

The pig‑slaughtering scream rang out at the same time—probably the sound villagers most want to hear.

Too bad those fishermen aren't here.

Dragon Palace Banquet!

Such a luxurious place isn't somewhere those fishermen can just drop into; their pockets hold only a few melons and dates, not enough to support spending here.

Thinking of that, Lao Ba felt a bit gloomy.

Such a cathartic revenge drama, yet there's no cheering squad on our side to watch—what a pity! Fan Ge didn't come in either; he's probably sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, waiting for news.

We might as well finish quickly; the police will probably be here soon to clean up.

"Tell me, exactly how many knives did you slash Liu Wei with? Give me the real number." Lao Ba slapped Zheng Sanshui's face twice with the flat of the fruit knife.

Zheng Sanshui, whose left leg had lost its support, could barely stand.

He leaned on the large vase, his whole body collapsed, face ashen: "Brother, you're just a bodyguard—how much is Fan paying you? That pittance of a salary—is it worth you taking a murder rap for him? Let me go, name your price…"

"My brother's life is priceless!"

No sooner had he spoken than Lao Ba lunged, slamming the knife into Zheng Sanshui's face.

This time Lao Ba wasn't giving a warning tap; he outright knocked Zheng Sanshui to the ground, leaving a fresh red imprint of the knife's flat on his face.

Although he struck with the flat of the blade, the blade's edge still pressed a line of blood onto Zheng Sanshui's face.

After Zheng Sanshui fell to the ground, he scrambled toward the scenic balcony like a panicked stray dog, shouting frantically: "Don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

"Silly Zheng, you're crawling the wrong way, the door is behind you."

Lao Ba raised his knife, about to deliver the third strike, when his right foot was suddenly grabbed tight! The few young thugs lying on the ground actually had some loyalty, damn weird!

"Brother Shui, run!"

I can't imagine such a righteous voice coming from a yellow-haired youth.

Lao Ba smiled helplessly: "You had the chance to play dead but you didn't take it—how desperate are you? Since you're in a hurry to see your great-grandfather, I'll grant your wish!"

"Bang!"

When Lao Ba fiercely kicked his right foot, the yellow-haired youth was flung sideways in an instant, smashing into the large vase beside him.

The vase shattered, and the yellow-haired youth could no longer move.

What Lao Ba didn't expect was:

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Sanshui actually jumped off the scenic balcony! This will to survive is damn terrifying!

Lao Ba ran to the balcony and saw that below was a swimming pool.