Chapter 158: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 3: A Xin Gets Hacked

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Lin Hao had never participated in this kind of street brawl in his past several lifetimes, but fortunately, similar experiences from the original body's memories surfaced in his mind, as if an instinct was driving him.

Moreover, his current physical constitution was not something ordinary people could compare to; that power was like a fierce beast lurking inside his body, ready to erupt at any moment.

Lin Hao was seen waving a stick and charging into the crowd; he was like a ferocious whirlwind, or a fierce tiger breaking into a flock of sheep.

Every time the stick came down, it carried the force of a thousand jun; basically, one strike down and a person would scream and fall.

That stick in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe; wherever it reached, enemies collapsed in defeat.

Plus there was A Xin — he was the famous Red Pole of the society, and his skills were even more extraordinary.

He maneuvered through the crowd, every move fierce and sharp, beating the Dongxing people until they had no power to fight back.

With Lin Hao and A Xin, these two existences with off-the-charts combat power, although the Hongxing side had fewer people and were completely unprepared at the start, in this melee they gradually gained the upper hand.

The Dongxing people were beaten into steady retreat; finally unable to withstand it, they fled in panic.

This fierce brawl came fast and went fast, and no lives were lost.

Lin Hao stood on the chaotic battlefield, panting heavily, watching those fleeing backs, his heart a mix of five flavors; he knew this was only a beginning for him in this jianghu world, and more challenges awaited him in the future.

A Xin, carrying full-body fatigue and post-battle hot blood, slowly walked to Lin Hao's side.

His face wore a satisfied smile; he reached out and patted Lin Hao's shoulder hard, his eyes full of approval.

Then he handed over a roll of cash and said: "Hao Zai, today you really made me look at you with new eyes, fierce like a little tiger. Looks like you haven't been slacking on training usually; those moves, that ruthless energy, you're material for big things. Your performance today was not bad; take this money, go eat some late-night snacks with Fei Zai, treat yourself well. Nothing going on here tonight, you two head back and rest first."

Lin Hao was still immersed in the intense fight just now, his brain still a bit dazed, and for a moment he didn't react.

Just then, that guy Fei Zai darted out from the side like a gust of wind; his fat hand snatched the money from A Xin's hand, face full of smiles saying: "Thanks, Boss, you're really too generous. Then me and Hao Zai will head off first; you rest early too."

Finished speaking, Fei Zai didn't wait for Lin Hao to react, just dragged him and walked off into the distance.

As Fei Zai walked, he excitedly flipped through the money in his hand, mouth muttering non-stop: "So much money, Hao Zai, look, our Boss is really generous. But speaking of it, what happened to you today? How did you suddenly get so fierce? I almost didn't recognize you. The way you swung that stick, just like a movie hero, swish swish swish, a few moves and those Dongxing guys were beaten rolling and crawling. Do you have some secret weapon or secretly trained some ultimate move? Tell me quick, don't hide it."

Fei Zai's curious eyes were like stars, blinking unblinkingly at Lin Hao, dying to know the answer, but Lin Hao didn't answer; Fei Zai didn't mind, counting money and laughing like a fool.

Fei Zai high-spiritedly brought Lin Hao to a dai pai dong they couldn't be more familiar with. This dai pai dong carried countless memories of theirs; before, whenever they had a bit of spare cash or were in a good mood, the two of them would come here to feast.

Once there, Fei Zai acted like he was back home, familiarly hollering at the boss a few times, skillfully ordering a few of this dai pai dong's signature dishes.

Fei Zai nimbly moved a case of beer over; that posture was preparing to drink with Lin Hao until drunk tonight, to properly enjoy this rare "victory" moment.

Lin Hao sat at the table, gaze somewhat spaced out; he didn't speak, just silently picked up beer, bottle after bottle pouring it down his throat.

That ice-cold beer flowed down his throat, as if able to gradually soothe the complex emotions surging in his heart from that brawl just now.

Fei Zai seeing Lin Hao like this didn't ask much; he knew tonight's events were a bit stimulating for everyone, just occasionally clinking bottles with Lin Hao then burying his head drinking.

The two just drank like this, time quietly slipping by soaked in alcohol, unknowingly it reached early morning.

At this time Lin Hao was already drunk unconscious, whole person sprawled on the table, mouth still muttering some unintelligible words. Fei Zai had also drunk quite a lot but barely retained a thread of clarity.

He laboriously helped Lin Hao up, swaying and staggering toward Lin Hao's home.

With great difficulty he sent Lin Hao home, placed him on the bed, then Fei Zai turned and left, returning to his own home to rest.

Night once again returned to calm, leaving only the dim yellow light cast by street lamps on the roadside.

The next morning, sunlight struggled through the window cracks to sprinkle inside; it was already past ten but Lin Hao was still in deep sleep.

Suddenly, a violent shaking like an earthquake startled him awake from his sleep.

Lin Hao only felt his head was about to explode, a piercing pain as if countless needles were stabbing him after a hangover.

He laboriously opened his eyes; the world before him was like a rotating kaleidoscope, blurry and unclear.

With great difficulty his vision gradually focused, seeing the person before him clearly — it was Fei Zai. Fei Zai was still wearing yesterday's clothes, clothes full of wrinkles, emitting a pungent strange smell, a mix of sweat, alcohol, and the lingering scent from last night's melee.

Lin Hao was stimulated by this smell into furrowing his brows, heart full of impatience, weakly asking: "What is it, Fei Zai?"

Fei Zai's face was pale as paper, eyes full of terror and anxiety; his lips trembled, urgently saying: "Hao Zai, Boss... Boss was hacked to death."

His voice carried a trace of sobbing, appearing exceptionally abrupt and horrifying in this quiet room.

Lin Hao's eyes instantly widened, face full of disbelief, voice trembling as he asked again: "What did you say?"

He hoped he had misheard; how could A Xin suddenly be hacked to death? This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering his not-yet-fully-awake consciousness completely.

Fei Zai looked at Lin Hao, lips trembling, once more laboriously saying: "Boss, Boss was hacked to death. News I just got, absolutely true!" His eyes flashed with intertwined terror and anger, fists unconsciously clenching tight.

Lin Hao only felt a buzzing in his ears; Fei Zai's words were like a heavy hammer striking his heart blow by blow.

His brain went blank; a good while later he came back to himself, eyes full of shock and grief. He never imagined that yesterday still lively and vigorous, leading them in battle A Xin, today had already lost his life in the yellow springs.

But now, cruel reality lay before his eyes, allowing not a shred of doubt.