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Chapter 823: The Violent Iron Fist
The old tailor continued to berate himself for betraying his neighbor, muttering apologies, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Suddenly, he saw Bandage Man approaching, exuding a menacing aura, holding a pair of pliers.
“Ah!”
The old tailor screamed and quickly hugged a utility pole.
Bandage Man crouched beside him, surprisingly using the pliers to cut through the iron chain wrapped around the pole. With a snap, the chain broke, leaving the old tailor wide-eyed in disbelief, now free.
“Don’t want to live? You dare oppose Mo Ge!” A woman’s face appeared at the nearby window. “Uh, who are you?”
Bandage Man glanced at the woman and then said to the old tailor, “Quick, go home.”
The old tailor didn’t know what to say, clutching his groin, he sprinted back home in a flash.
Bandage Man coiled the iron chain from the ground around his fist, tightened his grip, and with determination akin to iron, walked out of Goupi Alley.
Inside the loan shark’s office, a group of men lounged lazily in their chairs, smoking with faces that resembled those of drug addicts. Kao Wei was bound like a zongzi on the table, looking like a sacrificial offering.
“Will he come?” a henchman asked.
“If he doesn’t come, can he even call himself a man?” “Impressionist” sneered.
“What if he really doesn’t come?” “Impressionist” gave Kao Wei a cold glare. “If your man doesn’t come, how will we deal with you?”
“Deal with your mother!” Kao Wei angrily cursed.
“Go find some toothpicks and shut her damn mouth.”
“Toothpicks are too fragile. We need needles,” the henchman suggested earnestly.
“You go find the needles! I’ll become the big boss as soon as I catch Wang Xi, and then I’ll have time to deal with these trivial matters.” Thinking of a bright future, “Impressionist” burst into laughter, and the henchmen followed suit.
Suddenly, their smiles froze as they saw a trench-coated man standing outside, his face wrapped in thick bandages, looking like a mummy emerging from an ancient tomb, emitting an eerie vibe all over.
“Impressionist” flicked his cigarette butt away, stepped outside, tilted his head to size up the newcomer, “Wang Xi?”
Bandage Man replied, “Even if I say I’m not, you wouldn’t believe it, right?”
“You’re not!?” “Impressionist” suddenly made an exaggerated move, “So you’re Wang Xi! Remember the TV I sent you years ago? Did you enjoy it? Your face was blown up and it still hasn’t healed, haha!”
“Whether I’m Wang Xi or not doesn’t matter anymore.” Bandage Man wrapped his left hand around his right fist.
“Impressionist” restrained his smile, licked his lips, “Get your weapons, leave him a breath!”
The henchmen pulled out clubs from under the table and rushed out with cries. These clubs were treacherous, studded with nails. Bandage Man sidestepped and kicked the nearest henchman sideways. After landing his right foot, his left leg shot up like a spring, kicking another henchman.
The remaining henchmen charged closer. One of them roared and swung his club toward Bandage Man’s head. Bandage Man clenched his right fist and the fist wrapped in iron chain smashed the club into bits like a hammer, hitting the henchman’s face and making a bloody tooth fly out of his deformed mouth.
“Son of a bitch!” “Impressionist” cursed, grabbed the hair of a henchman who was retreating in battle, kicked him in the head, grabbed the club in his hand.
He muttered, “Drink, drink,” waving the club so vigorously that Bandage Man dodged repeatedly. He seized an opportunity to use his left hand to grab the club and throw a punch at “Impressionist’s” head.
“Impressionist” unexpectedly hit a head-butt. With the forehead, he collided with the fist of the other. It was both intense and fearless. Bandage Man’s fist was poked by iron chains, causing him pain. “Impressionist” killed one thousand to damage his brain, and was full of blood.
He did not hesitate in the slightest. Wildly smiled. He hit the abdomen of Bandage Man with a kick.
Bandage Man stumbled backwards. Like a mad dog, “Impressionist” leaped up. The kick of the kick of Bandage Man hit the surprise and it. You order. confirm. Want same?
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