Chapter 158: If You're Doing Fine, Then We're in Trouble

Pretty good at hiding… Yu Dazhang hadn't spotted them through the front windshield earlier, so they must have been tucked under the seats all along.

After getting out of the car, they only glanced at the woman on the ground before charging straight at Yu Dazhang.

The man in the lead gripped a strangely shaped curved blade.

He was extremely agile, closing in on Yu Dazhang in no time.

Professional soldier!

It took Yu Dazhang only one look at the blade in his hand to reach that conclusion.

The kukri, also known as the "dog-leg" knife, is universally recognized as the most mechanically sound recurved blade in the world.

The number-one cold weapon of choice for mercenaries.

Yu Dazhang didn't dare take him lightly and swiftly drew his gun…

But the instant his hand touched the grip, the other's military blade was already slashing toward his wrist.

Fast, precise, vicious!

In just that single exchange, Yu Dazhang knew he'd run into an expert this time.

Only someone who had truly fought on a battlefield could deliver such a clean, efficient attack with zero flourishes.

When two sides face off, instinct drives them to strike at each other's vital points.

In truth, that's a mutual-destruction tactic.

Especially with a cold weapon—even if a blade pierces the heart, the victim won't die instantly; there's at least a ten-second buffer.

Ten seconds is more than enough to counterattack and cripple the opponent.

But aiming for the wrist is a different story: one hit and you instantly lose the ability to resist, left at their mercy.

Yu Dazhang had no choice but to abandon drawing his gun.

Dodging that slash, he reversed his hand and grabbed the man's wrist.

The man apparently hadn't expected his strike to miss; in that brief Stunned effort, his wrist was already locked firmly in Yu Dazhang's palm.

He struggled to shake free, but no matter how hard he tried, the grip didn't budge an inch.

Release the grip, drop the blade, reach out with the other hand to catch it…

But the next second.

Where's the blade?

His hand shot out, but the falling blade was gone.

When it comes to reflexes, you're the little brother… The instant he let go, Yu Dazhang had already read his intention.

Same as always—close-quarters brawling is what Yu Dazhang fears least.

The kukri had barely left his hand before Yu Dazhang swiped it away.

So fast the other man had no time to react at all.

Seeing the other two closing in as well, Yu Dazhang dared not delay—he reversed his grip on the blade and drove an upward thrust straight into the man's abdomen.

In combat, an upward-thrusting stab delivers the greatest damage.

Most of the internal organs hang suspended inside the body, shielded by the sternum and ribs.

If you drive the blade into the abdomen and then ride the motion upward,

the sharp edge can slip past the obstruction of the ribs and directly wound the spleen, stomach, and part of the liver.

Push it higher and it reaches the heart and lungs.

If that thrust lands deep enough, even on-site surgery couldn't save them.

Yu Dazhang had never once considered holding back.

When Li Mingzhao warned him back then, he'd already made up his mind: if they dared to come, he would fight them to the death.

They came for his life—hesitate even one second and you're being irresponsible with your own survival.

Mercy?

Depends on who the enemy is. Showing mercy to someone trying to kill you—unless your brain has short-circuited.

If he'd had the time, he would have definitely twisted the blade a few rotations inside the man's body.

One second later.

Yu Dazhang suddenly exerted force and shoved the man in front of him away.

And the man's body just happened to block the line of sight of the attacker coming from the left.

In an instant, as the blade was pulled free, a surge of warm, viscous crimson liquid burst forth.

With a sweep of his arm, he flung the splashing blood—treating it like hidden weapons—straight into the face of the guy on the right.

That man couldn't dodge in time; blood splattered across his face and he instinctively shut his eyes for a moment.

Yu Dazhang seized the chance to close in fast.

With a "clank," the military blade drove straight into the man's eye socket.

An inch and a half of tip sank in, but the blade's shaft jammed against the orbital bone.

That thrust was pure instinct. Caught between attacks from both sides, he had no time to think—only the most primal, most direct form of attack would do.

"Ahh!!"

As the blade entered his eye socket, the man let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The searing pain made him wave the dagger in his hand about wildly.

While dodging, Yu Dazhang raised his right foot and kicked hard at the front of the man's shin.

A sharp "crack" rang out, and the man dropped to his knees.

Yu Dazhang swiftly yanked the military blade out of his eye socket.

A sideways swipe—and the blade's tip carved a deep gash across the man's throat.

At the same time, the man on the left had already thrust his dagger toward Yu Dazhang.

"Clang—"

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The military saber and dagger collided, producing a crisp metallic ring.

The instant sparks flew, Yu Dazhang stepped half a pace forward and drove his left elbow hard into the man's chest.

Then, borrowing that force, he kept pressing forward, giving the opponent no chance to catch his breath.

The tremendous impact sent the man stumbling back two steps unbidden, his body bending slightly.

Seizing the opening, Yu Dazhang slashed out, the blade at the tip of his saber slicing straight across the man's throat.

Blood gushed out; the man clamped a hand over the wound but did not fall.

His gaze remained resolute, fixed on Yu Dazhang, as if he still meant to struggle.

"If you're fine, then what of me..." Yu Dazhang showed no mercy and delivered another slash.

This blade drove into the man's belly, the tip punching out through his back and trailing a string of foul, viscous fluid.

The man raised his arm, trying to swing the dagger with what little strength he had left, but Yu Dazhang seized his wrist.

A vicious twist!

The sound of bone cracking rang out; the dagger slipped from his grip and clattered to the ground.

As he drew the saber back, Yu Dazhang used the momentum to rip open the man's belly once more.

It wasn't cruelty on his part—dealing with such a vicious, depraved villain required inflicting grievous harm, or there would be endless trouble later.

There was another reason, too.

From the corner of his eye, Yu Dazhang had just spotted more than ten people leaping out one after another from the two commercial vans behind the sedan.

All of them were youths gripping weapons; even from his peripheral glance, he could tell these people were anything but good sorts.

This must be the second plan~

No wonder they rear-ended him first... Yu Dazhang immediately guessed their scheme.

The purpose of the first car rear-ending was to close in on the target, then look for a chance to launch a sneak attack.

Once he had been successfully injected with the anesthetic, the three people hidden inside the car would immediately get out, drag him into the vehicle, and take him away.

That was the safest method—quick, and it wouldn't cause a disturbance.

Once he was subdued, Qu Tuotuo inside the car would be nothing to fear.

Conversely—

If the woman's sneak attack failed, the three people hidden inside the car would immediately launch an assault, taking him down in the fastest way possible and withdrawing swiftly.

Judging by the current situation, that method had also failed.

Counting from the moment the woman hit the ground and the three men immediately charged at Yu Dazhang, the whole sequence had taken less than ten seconds.

Next came the final plan...

A group beatdown!

Setting aside outside factors, these people had only one objective: kill the target.

While fighting the enemy earlier, Yu Dazhang had already found it strange.

Why weren't these people using guns?

Given their background, getting their hands on guns shouldn't have been difficult.

He didn't understand until he saw the people who had just gotten out of the vehicles behind.

It turned out the people in the first car hadn't brought guns at all—they had planned to take him down through close-quarters combat.

That way they could achieve their goal without causing a disturbance.

The moment a gun was fired, it would surely alarm the surrounding crowd, and by then, driving off would become difficult.

Especially now during the evening Rush hour, when traffic was already congested.

Aren't they thinking rather prettily~

The moment Yu Dazhang guessed the opponent's plan, he also grew wary.

Among this batch that had just gotten out of the vehicles, there might well be someone armed with a gun!

(End of chapter)