Chapter 147: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 27 — Gone and Returned

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Just as Lin Hao was immersed in the sweet atmosphere of being with Zhang Yumei, his whole body seemingly exuding that unique sour stench of love, a new commotion arose at the other end of the Ice Rink.

Those few little hoodlums who had just fled in disgrace had actually returned.

And this time they came, clearly prepared; they all had weapons in hand, either clutching clubs or gripping iron chains, looking fierce and menacing.

Even more unexpected was that three men who looked like ringleaders had appeared in front of them; their bearing suggested they wanted to win back the face they had lost earlier — they came with ill intent.

Zhou Bingkun, Lin Kun, and Cai Xiaoguang were currently skating happily, chasing each other on the ice and shouting laughter from time to time; they hadn't noticed the situation here at all.

But Lin Hao had kept a watchful eye; he had worried just now that those hoodlums would return for revenge, so he would glance toward the Ice Rink entrance every so often.

Sure enough, the moment those people appeared, Lin Hao spotted them.

Moreover, looking at the few leaders, Lin Hao always felt they looked rather familiar, but his brain spun rapidly a few circles and he still couldn't recall where he had seen them before.

Right while Lin Hao was puzzling over it, a tall, long-faced, burly man with a face full of savage flesh among the three leaders charged up to him with a menacing air.

Without a word, he viciously kicked straight at Lin Hao, the force seemingly intending to send Lin Hao flying.

Fortunately Lin Hao had been on guard; he had kept his nerves taut the whole time.

Seeing the tall man lift his leg, Lin Hao's body moved like an agile cheetah, swiftly sidestepping to dodge that fierce kick.

Immediately after, Lin Hao followed through with a punch straight at the tall man's abdomen; this punch was filled with his anger — after all, these people had come to make trouble again and again and wanted to bully him and his friends; he absolutely could not let them off so easily.

Only a "Bang" was heard; Lin Hao's fist solidly smashed into the tall man's stomach.

The tall man instantly let out a miserable "Ai yo," his whole body curling up like a dried shrimp; he clutched his belly and staggered back several steps, the savage flesh on his face twisting from the pain.

This completely enraged the others who had come with the tall man.

Seeing their companion suffer, they all brandished the weapons in their hands, cursing and swearing as they surrounded Lin Hao; a melee was about to erupt.

At this moment, Zhang Yumei at the side was also frightened pale; she nervously grabbed Lin Hao's arm, her voice trembling as she said: "Lin Hao, what do we do? There are so many of them, and they have weapons..."

Lin Hao lightly patted Zhang Yumei's hand, gave her a reassuring look, and said in a low voice: "Yumei, don't be afraid; I'm here; you go hide to the side first."

After speaking, Lin Hao gently pushed Zhang Yumei behind him, then fixed a cold, stern gaze on the men closing in; Lin Hao knew very well in his heart that against this group of menacing, weapon-wielding hoodlums, striking first was the best policy.

Only to see his gaze sharpen; like a fierce cheetah, he lunged at that crowd in a single bound.

His target was still that tall man who had charged up first just now, the burly, long-faced one.

Lin Hao's speed was extremely fast; in the blink of an eye he reached the tall man, who hadn't even reacted before Lin Hao violently lifted his foot and viciously kicked at that long face again.

This kick used all of Lin Hao's strength; only a dull "Bang" sounded, the tall man's head snapped back like a rattle-drum, his whole body sent flying backward by the kick, crashing heavily to the ground, then his eyes rolled up and he passed out completely, lying there motionless.

Having dealt with the most arrogant one, Lin Hao had no time to rest; because the remaining hoodlums, seeing their companion kicked unconscious, all turned red-eyed, brandishing clubs, iron chains, and other weapons, cursing as they swarmed Lin Hao.

Lin Hao showed no fear; his figure nimbly weaved through the crowd, dodging the weapons swung at him, while seizing the right moments to throw punches and kicks, each strike landing precisely on those hoodlums. The fine stamina he had trained in the village was displayed to the fullest now; despite the enemy's superior numbers, for a time they could do nothing to Lin Hao.

The commotion here was not small; Zhou Bingkun, Lin Kun, and Cai Xiaoguang were skating happily when they heard the clamor, turned their heads, and saw Lin Hao surrounded and attacked by a gang of weapon-wielding hoodlums.

Their faces changed instantly; without a word, they hurriedly looked around the Ice Rink for handy weapons.

Zhou Bingkun casually picked up a wooden stick lying on the ice; Lin Kun picked up an iron shovel used for clearing the ice; Cai Xiaoguang also found a brick.

Then the three, like brave warriors, shouted as they charged toward Lin Hao's side.

While running, Cai Xiaoguang shouted to Zhou Rong not far away: "Zhou Rong, don't just stand there dazed; hurry up and call the police! These bastards are too arrogant; we need the police to come deal with them!"

Zhou Rong had also been badly frightened by this sudden situation; hearing Cai Xiaoguang's words, she finally came to her senses and hurriedly replied: "Okay, I'm going now!"

Saying that, she ignored her fear, took off running toward the outside of the Ice Rink, preparing to make a phone call to report it, so the police could arrive as soon as possible to handle this chaotic scene.

Lin Hao held nothing back in his strikes now. Every punch and kick carried full force, landing precisely and fiercely on those hoodlums.

Only to see his figure like lightning, nimbly weaving and dodging in the crowd, yet able to counterattack swiftly.

Although those hoodlums were many and armed, under Lin Hao's fierce offensive they simply could not parry.

In a short while, the gang of hoodlums who had originally swarmed in menacingly had already been beaten into a shambles, lying sprawled across the Ice Rink floor, groaning and crying in pain; only a few could still barely stand.

But Lin Hao always harbored a worry in his heart; he knew deep down this matter wasn't that simple.

After all, he had indeed struck quite heavily; if someone pursued it later, given these hoodlums' ability to distort the truth, no one would believe he acted in self-defense.

So, just as he struck the last hoodlum, Lin Hao quietly formed a plan in his heart.

He deliberately exposed a flaw; when that hoodlum swung a club at him, instead of nimbly dodging as before, he deliberately slowed by half a beat, letting the club solidly smash onto his own arm.

"Ah!" Lin Hao couldn't help crying out in pain; the severe pain from his arm made his brows instantly furrow.

But he couldn't care about that much; taking advantage of the moment that hoodlum froze from having landed the hit, Lin Hao kicked out again, directly sending that last hoodlum sprawling to the ground; only then was this melee completely over.