Chapter 2176 — Beyond Comprehension
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"You there—just who are you? I admit I underestimated you before. You're certainly qualified to crash this place! Let me go, and we'll fight fair. I challenge you!" Gao Lutong was struggling somewhat, but he did not think Wei Zhao was all that formidable. In his view, Wei Zhao merely had an astonishing grip—nothing to write home about. His own fist packed far more force!
But Wei Zhao did not answer him at all. Instead, he turned to Zhao Shengji and asked, "Was it this thing that broke your ribs?"
"Y-yes!" Zhao Shengji looked at Gao Lutong's miserable state and suddenly felt full of confidence in Wei Zhao. He nodded.
"Oh, if it's him, then there's no need to go looking for that Li Biaohan." Wei Zhao's fingers exerted a slight pressure, and Gao Lutong let out a pitiful scream. A searing pain shot from his arm through his entire body—Wei Zhao had crushed the bones of his forearm outright.
"Aaaargh..." After Wei Zhao snapped his arm, Gao Lutong let out a shrill cry and staggered back two steps, staring at his arm in disbelief. "You... you broke my arm?"
"It's just a broken arm. You scream like that, and yet Zhao Shengji here had his ribs broken and wasn't half the coward you are." Wei Zhao said flatly.
"Fine, you've got guts, kid! Get him, all of you! Take this brat down first—don't hold back, just don't kill him and it's fine!" Gao Lutong endured the agony and ordered his underlings.
Those underlings had been itching for a fight the moment they saw Gao Lutong get the worse of it. Causing trouble in the boxing club? Did this fool not know how the word "death" was written? If not for the fact that Gao Lutong had not given the order and they were reluctant to gang up on one man—bad for their reputation if word got out—they would have swarmed Wei Zhao and torn him apart long ago.
"Were these few involved?" Wei Zhao was not in the least intimidated by the four burly, thick-necked men closing in on him. He seemed to ignore them entirely, turning directly to Zhao Shengji.
"I think so... but I can't remember clearly. Last time Gao Lutong led it—one punch from him and I was **. The others were just cheering him on. I didn't get a good look..." Zhao Shengji thought it over. He did not have much of an impression of the others!
That was because Gao Lutong was easy to recognize—his look was rather cool, with his slicked-back hair, dressed like the God of Gamblers from those TV dramas. The others were all burly and thick-necked, not nearly so easy to pick out.
"Oh, then we'll count them as involved." As soon as Wei Zhao finished speaking, the four men lay on the ground, unconscious.
Only then did Gao Lutong's eyes widen in horror. He had not seen clearly at all how his four underlings had fallen to the ground—yet fallen they had, and Wei Zhao seemed not to have moved a muscle!
"You... you you you you..." Gao Lutong stared at Wei Zhao in terror, unable to string together a complete sentence. For Gao Lutong, the most terrifying thing was not that Wei Zhao had reached out and crushed his wrist, but that Wei Zhao had not moved, and yet his four underlings were lying on the ground! This was far too eerie—it bordered on the utterly incomprehensible. So he stared as though he had seen a ghost: "You... how did you do that?"