Chapter 62: He Has a Combat Prosthetic!!!

At this moment, Zhang Jie looked at the youthful face before him that was exactly like Weiniya's, as if he had seen Xiaoanchun from four years ago.

The same quail-like demeanor, the same silver hair like a waterfall, and the same clear eyes as a university student just out of the school gate.

The girl looked rosy-cheeked, her movements agile, showing no sign of being a vegetative person who had lain in bed for years.

This is also thanks to the high-quality medical care Weiniya provided her after making money; her sister had actually woken up for a while, but because Weiniya had been traveling outside the wall with Zhang Jie, the news was not promptly communicated to Weiniya.

The large sum of insurance money Weiniya handed over was also very useful; it seems she was well taken care of by the insurance company.

Weiniya looked at her familiar yet strange sister, wanting to speak several times but stopping herself.

Thus, the two quails, big and small, just stared at each other, unable to let out a fart for half a day.

Zhang Jie also wanted to speak several times but stopped himself; he truly couldn't find a topic, and he didn't even know the name of the little quail across from him!

Finally, Zhang Jie could only helplessly say, "You guys chat first, I'll go handle some things."

He then pushed open the ward door and walked out.

The big quail Weiniya stared at her sister, her lips moving for a long time before she finally managed a sentence.

"Weinina, have you eaten?"

"I have, sister."

The air fell silent again, the two stared at each other, neither knowing how to start catching up.

"Have you eaten, sister?"

"I'm not hungry."

Unlike the awkward chat of the two quails in the ward, Zhang Jie really had something to do.

Besides, to temporarily avoid the hunting team's edge, Zhang Jie had to go travel outside the wall early; in fact, he still had many things left undone.

For now, he had only dealt with Wei Er; the gym that originally belonged to his father had not yet been reclaimed, and the behind-the-scenes manipulator who had set Wei Er against his father through backroom dealings over a decade ago had not yet been avenged.

He hadn't taken revenge before because the other side's information was hard to find, but after Zhang Jie entered the company for further study and gained many connections, he had people help him investigate.

During the years of investigation, a detailed relationship network surfaced from underwater, and he never expected that over ten people were involved in these matters.

He saved the biggest fish for last, and the rest—those who should be killed or have their legs broken—were all handed over to mercenaries to handle.

His current first goal is to reclaim the gym that belonged to his father!

Back then those people used shady means to take the gym for free, but now Zhang Jie has a way to make them spit it out!

The way to deal with thugs is to be even more of a thug; this is an unspoken rule everyone in the city acknowledges, even the law enforcers!

So, what Zhang Jie needs to do now is to march in with his sword raised, just as the other side threatened him years ago.

Following his memory, Zhang Jie found the former gym, which had now been turned into a nightclub; fortunately, the club's owner was still the person who had taken the gym from him.

The location is good; anyone with a bit of sense would not easily sell this place.

"What are you doing?"

The two tattooed guards at the entrance, seeing Zhang Jie carrying a han sword, immediately felt something was wrong.

In response, two brilliant sword flashes came, shattering the prosthetics, with incessant wails.

As Zhang Jie kicked open the nightclub door, countless eyes turned toward him; then those who should run ran, those who should grab weapons grabbed them, and those who should shout shouted.

For those who rushed forward brandishing weapons, Zhang Jie showed no mercy, raising his sword and charging into the crowd.

Bang bang bang!

"He has a combat prosthetic!"

"Cut the crap! He doesn't have any prosthetic at all!"

"Ah!!!"

The sword light followed his shadow, Zhang Jie's body flickering like a ghost through the crowd, crimson qi and blood clinging to the han sword, a sky-full of sword shadows dense and windproof, sweeping over like a laser trap that could cut anything.

Accompanied by screams and the clang of metal, prosthetic parts and severed limbs scattered across the ground, sparks and flying blood seeming to form a strange scroll.

"Help me!!!"

"He's killed someone!!!"

Those who had just rushed forward to fight were all cut into human sticks without exception, regardless of whether they had prosthetics; Zhang Jie treated them all the same.

Cutting one is cutting, cutting four is cutting, no matter if you have a prosthetic.

For ordinary people, aside from eating, drinking, urinating, defecating, and sleeping, the biggest expense is prosthetics.

The high cost of prosthetics has left many in debt; if possible, these people would probably not choose to keep their original limbs for Zhang Jie to cut.

The money for a set of prosthetics would be enough to give them a pot to drink; Zhang Jie thinks they should thank him for freely amputating them, and they should pay him for the sword swings!

Zhang Jie casually grabbed a somewhat conscious lackey from the ground, pressing the han sword to his neck.

"Where is your boss Pei Ji?"

"Second floor! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Second floor! He's on the second floor!!!"

The lackey screamed in panic, afraid that Zhang Jie's hand would shake and chop off his head.

"You're being honest."

Zhang Jie swung his sword with his right hand, and in the lackey's terrified gaze he slammed the blade hard into his head, instantly knocking him unconscious.

He lifted his foot and walked toward the second floor; as he expected, countless guns were aimed at him around the corner, continuously firing, but fortunately he had prepared in advance.

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!

The sound of metal striking metal came; Zhang Jie stood still, his qi and blood already circulating throughout his body, his copper head and iron arms activated, countless bullets rained down, yet left not a single mark on him.

"What the hell is this?!"

Someone shouted in terror; they had no idea what monster they had encountered.

Clang!!!

A sword aura swept over, several gun-wielders screamed and fell; Zhang Jie did not pause, a single sword broke through the steel door they were guarding behind them, and this place had once been his father's bedroom.

The silhouette behind the door fled in panic, seeming to try to escape through the window, with half of his body already out, but Zhang Jie grabbed his pants and pulled him back.

Big brother, spare my life! Big brother, spare my life!

He covered his face with both hands, panickedly shrinking toward the corner of the wall, continuously uttering pleas for mercy.

Zhang Jie made out his face clearly; he remembered that visage very well—among those who had come before to bully and plunder, he was the leader.

Perhaps he had once acted out of a random kindness; he surely never imagined that a child he had once let go could now, single-handedly, come before him to take revenge.

"Do you still remember me?"

Zhang Jie stomped and shattered his prosthetic leg, staring at him expressionlessly.

"Big... big brother, I don't know you! What have I ever done to offend you?"

"Hah."

Zhang Jie gave a cold chuckle, glanced around, then spoke slowly.

"This place doesn't belong to you."

"It ought to be returned to its original owner."