Chapter 490

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

The fat man rushed forward first, opening his arms to hug Lu Feng.

Relying on his strength, he thought that as long as he controlled Lu Feng's movements, the rest would be easy.

But Lu Feng casually shifted his feet to the side, dodged with extreme speed, and at the same time threw a right hook at the fat man's back.

The fat man screamed, felt a piercing pain behind him, and dove headfirst into the garbage bin.

Seeing this, the short man darted behind Lu Feng, intending to ambush his back.

Unexpectedly, Lu Feng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; without turning his head, he grabbed the short man's wrist and then gave him a beautiful shoulder throw.

The short man let out an "ow," slammed heavily onto the ground, twisted his body, and couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

Seeing his two underlings suffer a big loss, Hu Ge raised his fist and smashed it toward Lu Feng's face.

Lu Feng nimbly sidestepped to dodge, while lightly sweeping his foot underneath.

Hu Ge suddenly felt empty under his feet, his whole body flew forward, fell to the ground, and slid several meters away.

Chaotic fighting sounds rang out in the pitch-black Xiao Xiang Zi; amidst the sounds of fist meeting flesh were the intermittent screams of Hu Ge and the other two.

However, this place was some distance from Food Street, the sound didn't travel far, and was completely drowned out by the noise on Food Street, so no one noticed at all.

After just two or three minutes, the fighting sounds in the box stopped.

The first to escape the alley was the fat man; although his body looked heavy, he ran faster than the two behind him.

The fat man's two eyes had both become panda eyes, the right half of his face was swollen high, and his nose was still bleeding.

He stopped at the alley mouth, panting heavily, covering his still-bleeding nose, looking at Hu Ge who caught up behind him with a grief-stricken face: "Hu Ge! How does this kid know kung fu? His strength is terrifying! Look at my face... he hit too hard!"

The short man had short legs and was the last to run out of the alley, covering his arm and constantly sucking in cold air, looking panicked.

Hu Ge's face was also black and blue, his lip was split, half of a front tooth was missing, and his speech was a bit leaky: "How the hell would I know! This kid probably trained! Stop the nonsense, run quickly! If he catches up later, we'll be waiting for an ambulance to carry us away!"

The three ran off stumbling, but Hu Ge stopped after two steps, remembering that Huang Mao was still squatting opposite the alley mouth, and quickly turned to look.

Huang Mao stood by the green belt, staring at them dumbfounded.

He originally thought Lu Feng would be beaten up by the three this time, but unexpectedly, before long, it was Hu Ge and the other three running out of the alley with swollen faces; he stood stunned in place for a long time without reacting.

"Huang Mao! Stop standing there like an idiot! We ran into a tough nut today, withdraw quickly!"

Hearing Hu Ge's shout, Huang Mao finally came to his senses and hurriedly chased in the direction the three had fled.

The unharmed Lu Feng slowly walked out of the alley, patted the dust off his body, looked at their sorry fleeing figures, and muttered: "I told you all you'd regret it, why won't you listen to advice?"

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The four ran out of Food Street stumbling, then ran several hundred meters in one breath; the fat man couldn't hold on first, getting slower and slower, his round belly rising and falling with heavy breathing, and finally stopped, holding his knees.

"Hu... Hu Ge, I can't run anymore..."

The fat man had to pant for a long time for every word he said, and his clothes were soaked through with sweat.

Hu Ge slowed his pace, looked back into the distance behind him, saw no sign of Lu Feng chasing them, sighed in relief and stopped, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and pulled out a cigarette: "Alright, stop running, that kid didn't catch up with us!"

The short man and Huang Mao stopped unsteadily, plopped down on the curb, held their knees with both hands, and panted heavily.

Hu Ge put the cigarette in his mouth; the cigarette butt just hit the wound at the corner of his mouth, making him grit his teeth in pain, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

He looked at Huang Mao ahead somewhat anxiously and angrily, and couldn't help but roar: "Huang Mao! Why the hell didn't you tell me earlier that this boss was trained! We almost lost our lives tonight!"

Huang Mao was shaken all over by his roar and hurriedly waved his hands to explain: "Hu Ge, I really didn't know! I had never seen Boss Lu fight anyone before, and I didn't know he was so capable!"

He had always thought Lu Feng was just a chef who could cook, but unexpectedly tonight he took on three and beat Hu Ge and the others so badly they didn't know which way was up.

Huang Mao's admiration for Lu Feng couldn't help but grow stronger.

It turned out Boss Lu was not only good at cooking but also so skilled in fighting.

Compared with Boss Lu, the usually imposing Hu Ge didn't seem so intimidating anymore.

Hu Ge took a fierce drag on his cigarette and exhaled heavily: "Ptooey! What bad luck! I didn't expect this kid to fight so well; that punch that kid just gave me almost knocked my teeth out..."

As he spoke, he touched it, and then suddenly froze: "Damn! Half of my front tooth is gone!!"

Damn it!

My image of being wise and heroic!

This kid is too ruthless! Always aiming for the face?

No wonder my speech sounds a bit leaky; if I had known, I wouldn't have come tonight!

"Hu Ge, this kid is too ruthless! What do we do now?"

The fat man recovered, came over with his two panda eyes, his face full of unwillingness: "We can't just take this beating for nothing, right?"

Hu Ge was still heartbroken over his missing half front tooth, threw the cigarette hard on the ground, and ground it with his foot; he glanced at the fat man: "Then what do you want to do? Go back and fight him again? If you want to duel him, go ahead, I won't stop you, but don't drag me into it."

"Hu Ge, you're joking; you can't even beat that kid, if I go I'm just sending myself to be beaten, right?"

The fat man gave a dry laugh, then a glint of sinister light flashed in his eyes; he lowered his voice and said: "I mean, although we can't beat him, we can always do something underhanded? Wait until late at night when no one is on Food Street, we'll find a few buckets of red paint and splash it on his shop door! At least we can vent our anger!"

Hu Ge's eyes lit up, feeling the fat man's method was feasible.

They had used this method many times before; previously when fighting other street thugs, if they couldn't beat the other side, they would splash paint on the other's rental house door, or smash their windows.

This method caused little injury but was extremely insulting.

Although it couldn't hurt the opponent, it could make them furious and unable to sleep soundly for several days.