Demonic King of the Metropolis

This time, Tang Jie let the little guy go. The little guy obediently spilled everything-how Jiang Dong wanted to kill Tang Jie and take revenge on Chen Shuran. Tang Jie asked how many people had come with them, and the little guy revealed all the details, including the number of weapons they had brought. He even mentioned that Zhu Nan was among them.

After hearing what the little guy had to say, Tang Jie let out a cold laugh. But he quickly grew concerned. What about Chen Shuran?

“Brother, please let me go. I’m begging you. Half my life is already gone-just spare me this time,” the little guy pleaded desperately, his face filled with fear.

Tang Jie looked at the little guy, and suddenly an idea struck him. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and threw it onto the little guy, a plan forming in his mind.

“Call your boss. Tell him we’re about to head out. Do it, now!” Tang Jie commanded sharply. The little guy didn’t dare delay and quickly picked up the phone to make the call.

Following Tang Jie’s instructions, the little guy passed along the message to Jiang Dong on the other end of the line, informing him that he and Chen Shuran were getting ready to leave. Jiang Dong responded with a simple “Got it,” and then the call was disconnected.

Once the call ended, Tang Jie glanced at the little guy, noting that he couldn’t walk on his broken leg. Taking back the phone, Tang Jie turned and headed back into the villa. Not long after, he returned, holding something in his hands.

“You… what are you going to do?” The little guy stared nervously at the items Tang Jie was carrying-a set of women’s clothing and a baseball cap. A wave of panic began to rise in his chest.

“What? Are you embarrassed to take a stroll with me?” Tang Jie sneered, his gaze cold and mocking. He then ordered the little guy to put on Chen Shuran’s clothes. The little guy resisted at first, but as soon as Tang Jie raised his foot threateningly, the little guy didn’t dare protest any further. He quickly put on the outfit.

“Still a bit short, but I’d say it works. Let’s go.”

After the little guy finished dressing, Tang Jie hauled him up by the arm, gripping tightly. The little guy’s leg throbbed with intense pain, but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure it.

As they approached the community entrance, the little guy’s phone started ringing again. Tang Jie quickly pulled it out and made him answer the call.

“You said they were coming out, didn’t you? Why didn’t I see them?” Jiang Dong’s voice roared over the phone. Tang Jie gave the little guy a meaningful look, prompting him to nod quickly and respond, “Dong-Ge, they’ve already reached the gate and will be out any moment now.”

After hanging up the phone, Tang Jie swapped places with the little guy, still restraining him with his arm, but he moved him to his left side. He had noticed earlier that several cars were parked on the left side of the gate. If they were to come out shooting as soon as he stepped out, this little guy could serve as a human shield.

The little guy was already in so much pain that he was nearly fainting, simply being propped up by Tang Jie and covered in cold sweat, unable to ponder why Tang Jie had switched sides with him.

Once they stepped out of the community entrance, Tang Jie saw that the car doors remained closed. He deliberately stood outside the entrance for a moment, listening, then started dragging the little guy outward. From a distance, it appeared as if Chen Shuran was leaning against him, about to go out for some fun.

“Damn, the little bitch is really in the mood!” Jiang Dong, sitting in his car, watched as Tang Jie and “Chen Shuran” came out, seemingly looking for a ride by the roadside, cursed under his breath, and discarded his cigarette butt.

“Go! Turn that kid into a honeycomb, but don’t hurt the girl; I want to have my fun with her before I skin her alive!” Jiang Dong commanded the bald man behind him. The car doors of the vehicles behind him opened, and about twenty black-clad men, swift and efficient in their movements, opened the trunks of their cars, took out guns, and silently advanced towards Tang Jie and “Chen Shuran” standing at the apartment entrance. By now, it was past ten at night, and there was no one else around the entrance.

“Bo… boss…” the little guy, seeing the men getting out of the cars and advancing towards him and Tang Jie, tried to shout but was silenced by Tang Jie’s knee pressing against his broken leg, the pain nearly causing him to faint, his words choked back.

Tang Jie, without looking away, still pretending to wait for a car, kept a watchful eye on the approaching men from the corner of his vision. As they got closer, and he saw their guns being raised and bullets ready to fire, Tang Jie suddenly turned, swinging his hand at the little guy beside him, sending him flying towards those at the front.

“Bang!” The few in front were struck squarely, their guns firing off target, hitting trees and the sky above.

“What the hell is going on?” Jiang Dong shouted from inside the car as he saw Tang Jie throw “Chen Shuran” toward them.

“Dong-Ge, that’s not Chen Shuran! Look!” Zhu Nan, who had been sitting beside Jiang Dong, noticed something strange about the person sprawled on the ground. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the little guy they had sent to spy on Tang Jie and Chen Shuran earlier.

“Damn it! We’ve been tricked!” Jiang Dong finally recognized who it was, and his eyes flared with anger. But, as a seasoned player of the underworld, he was ruthless and calculating. Without stepping out of the car himself, he barked an order for the men to go deal with Tang Jie.

Meanwhile, Tang Jie casually stood his ground, seeming entirely unbothered after tossing the little guy. He waited as the men staggered back to their feet, a slight smile playing on his lips, showing no intention of dodging or hiding.

“Damn it, this guy isn’t scared of death. Fine, let’s grant his wish!” shouted the bald man, joining the others who had just regained their footing. The group readied their guns and took aim at Tang Jie in unison.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” The rapid firing of nearly twenty bullets filled the air, all of them shooting directly at Tang Jie. The shooters, confident in their aim, smirked as they imagined his body riddled with holes, believing they had already nipped the problem in the bud. But their grins quickly froze.

In an instant-like something out of a sci-fi movie-Tang Jie’s figure vanished before their very eyes, as though he had slipped through space and time. While they stood stunned, unsure of what just happened, laughter suddenly echoed from behind them.

“Seems like your bullets are a bit too slow,” Tang Jie said coldly from behind them. Before his words settled, he had already made his move.

“Thud!” The sound of something heavy hitting the ground broke the eerie silence. One of the men, standing at the very back, barely had a chance to turn around before his entire body was sent flying like a ragdoll. The others, frantic and trying to recover their composure, were attempting to fire again when their vision blurred.

Elsewhere, on the rooftop of the tallest building in the city center, an unsuspecting couple sneaking in a late-night rendezvous was left wide-eyed in shock. From their vantage point, they could see figures soaring up into the air and then plummeting back down in a bizarre, almost comedic cycle.

“Ah! Ugh!”

In the blink of an eye, the ground became a battlefield of bodies. The bald man could only stand frozen in place, staring in disbelief. He watched as Tang Jie reduced his twenty men to a heap of motionless bodies, throwing them around as effortlessly as if he were kicking a soccer ball. The last man standing, his gaze darted to Tang Jie with fear and confusion.

Could this be… the legendary martial arts?

“Brother, where did you learn your kung fu?” The bald man asked, seemingly unsure if he was genuinely dumbfounded or just trying to act cool. He rested his tiny micro-type 54 pistol on his shoulder-a weapon so disproportionately small that it seemed almost comical. Tang Jie couldn’t help but think that the bald man would look better holding an AK-47 or maybe even a small missile instead.

Tang Jie didn’t bother answering. He simply stared at the bald man with a cold, piercing gaze, then slowly raised his middle finger and wagged it in the air. The bald man, clearly still scarred from his earlier experience, immediately understood the gesture. His bravado vanished, and he obediently turned around, arching his backside in a pathetic display of surrender.

“Brother, go easy on me! I’m afraid of heights!”

“Ahhhhhh!”

Whatever else the bald man had to say turned into a blood-curdling scream as he was sent hurtling through the air. His silhouette quickly disappeared into the night sky.

Inside the car, Jiang Dong and Zhu Nan had already been rendered speechless. They darted their eyes around frantically, scanning every visible part of the area, but there was no trace of the bald man. It was as if he had been launched out of existence.

Just as they were about to conclude that Tang Jie had treated them to some sort of live-action kung fu blockbuster, Zhu Nan suddenly pointed upward. Jiang Dong followed his gaze, looking through the car’s windshield at the branches of a tall tree ahead. There, dangling awkwardly from a branch, was none other than the bald man. He swayed pitifully, his legs and arms hanging limp like a poorly strung puppet.

“Go… just go… now!” Jiang Dong stammered, finally snapping back to reality. He yelled at the driver to step on the gas. Watching the car speed off, Tang Jie considered chasing after it. But as he took a single step forward, something seemed to change his mind. He stopped and lowered his foot.

He stayed put, watching as Jiang Dong and Zhu Nan’s car disappeared into the distance. Then, he turned his attention to the scattered mess of unconscious men littering the ground. Walking over, he stopped in front of the little guy who was still passed out. Tang Jie removed the outfit he had stolen earlier-a set of clothes belonging to Chen Shuran. He left the little guy with nothing but his underwear, then turned and briskly walked back toward the villa.

When Tang Jie returned to the villa, Chen Shuran was already up and waiting for him in the living room. She hadn’t gone to bed, and as soon as she saw him, she ran up to his side with the kind of energy that reminded him of a doting wife welcoming her husband home late.

“Where did you sneak off to just now?” Chen Shuran asked, her tone playfully accusing. Her rosy lips pouted in mock frustration, a gesture almost too enchanting to resist.

Tang Jie opened his mouth to reply but froze when he noticed her gaze shift to the bundle of clothes in his hands-her clothes. They were covered in dirt and faint smears of blood. Her expression immediately changed, a look of confusion and suspicion crossing her face.

“What were you doing with my clothes?” she asked.

What was he doing? Tang Jie almost groaned out loud. He could think of nothing more ridiculous. What could he possibly be doing with her clothes?

“I saw these outside and thought you dropped them,” he lied smoothly. “So, I picked them up for you. Then I figured I’d hang out for some fresh air before coming back inside.”

His words came out naturally, but as soon as he glanced down at the clothes, Tang Jie noticed just how dirty they were. The bloodstains were small but unmistakable-likely from the little guy during their earlier scuffle.

“When did I ever wash clothes and leave them outside?” Chen Shuran shot back immediately, her sharp memory unraveling his excuse within seconds. Her eyes narrowed, her tone suspicious.