Chapter 106: Legendary Battle
Chapter 106: Legendary Battle
Somewhere else...
Yun Wanhe stood in front of the school gate with a confused expression.
"Huh?"
The school grounds was completely empty.
No students.
No teachers.
No cars.
No bikes.
Only the occasional breeze rustled the trees.
The entire place felt like a ghost town.
"What happened?"
He frowned.
"Where is everyone?"
Just then...
An elderly janitor walked out of the main building with a mop resting on his shoulder.
Yun Wanhe quickly jogged over.
"Excuse me!"
The old man looked up lazily.
"Hm?"
"Where is everybody?"
The janitor stared at him for a few seconds.
"Kid, what day do you think it is?"
Yun Wanhe blinked.
"Friday?"
The janitor sighed.
"It’s Saturday. You don’t have classes on Saturdays."
"..."
"..."
Yun Wanhe froze.
His brain finally caught up.
"Right."
After staying awake the entire night digging through the collapsed cave...
He had completely lost track of time.
The janitor shook his head.
"Kids these days. Never know what day it is."
He stretched his back.
"Anyway... I’m going to enjoy my break."
He started walking away before casually muttering,
"I’m heading to the strip cl—"
He suddenly coughed violently.
"Ahem! I mean... the café."
Another awkward cough escaped him.
"Definitely the café."
He waved without looking back.
"Have a nice day."
Yun Wanhe watched the old man walk away while lighting a cigarette.
"Sure."
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. Definitely a café."
Letting out a sigh, Yun Wanhe looked back at the empty school.
"I guess... I should go see Brother Zhuge and feed him lies about what happened."
The truthful thought alone made his stomach tighten.
The memory of the man wearing the ridiculous chicken mask instantly resurfaced.
That overwhelming pressure.
That terrifying qi sword.
The effortless slaughter.
Yun Wanhe subconsciously shivered.
"I’d rather not."
He muttered bitterly,
"But I don’t really have a choice."
He had been the only survivor.
Sooner or later, Zhuge Daxun would demand an explanation.
Yun Wanhe took a deep breath.
"After that... I’m going to cultivate. Screw the pendant. I don’t need it. I’ll become stronger through cultivation alone. I can just go find my old master!"
He clenched his fists.
’The next time I meet that chicken man... I’ll be the one standing at the end.’
With that thought in mind...
Yun Wanhe turned and began walking.
. . .
"It’s... over..."
Zhuge Daxun whispered to himself as he sat behind his desk.
His office, usually filled with laughter, cigar smoke, and confident orders, was eerily quiet.
The ashtray beside him overflowed.
Several cigars had already burned themselves out.
His eyes were bloodshot.
His hair was messy.
For the first time in years...
One of the underground kings looked completely defeated.
"My strongest enforcer... Dead. My elite men... Dead. Our drug operations... Being taken away."
He slowly looked at the financial reports spread across his desk.
Every report was worse than the last.
One warehouse lost.
Three bars reclaimed.
Two gambling dens raided by Bai Xue’s men.
Millions...
No.
Tens of millions of yuan...
Gone.
And to make matters even worse...
Yun Wanhe hadn’t returned.
"Brother..."
He slowly leaned back in his chair.
"Don’t tell me... you’re dead too."
He closed his eyes.
His thoughts spiraled further and further downward.
Without Yun Wanhe...
Without his strongest enforcer...
Without his elite forces...
How long would it be before Bai Xue completely swallowed his territory?
Would all the power he had spent decades building...
Disappear within a single week?
His fingers slowly tightened around the armrests.
Suddenly...
A subordinate hurried into the office.
"Boss! Bai Xue’s men have taken another warehouse! They’re already attacking one of our clubs!"
Zhuge Daxun slowly opened his eyes.
"How much?"
The subordinate hesitated.
"We’ve already lost another several million yuan today."
"..."
"..."
His expression became completely blank.
BANG!!
He suddenly flipped the entire desk over.
Wood cracked.
Papers scattered everywhere.
An expensive vase shattered against the wall.
"DAMN IT!!"
His roar echoed throughout the building.
The nearby subordinates all lowered their heads.
None of them dared speak.
Zhuge Daxun’s breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Yesterday... yesterday we had Bai Xue cornered! We were taking territory after territory! And now?! We’ve lost everything in less than twenty-four hours!"
His eyes landed on the nearest subordinate.
"You."
The poor man instinctively trembled.
"Boss?"
Without another word...
Zhuge Daxun grabbed him by the collar.
BANG!
A fist crashed into the man’s face.
Blood immediately splattered across the floor.
Another punch.
Then another.
The subordinate never resisted.
He simply endured it.
He knew his boss’s personality.
He also knew...
Zhuge Daxun knew where his family lived.
Sometimes...
Being beaten was the safer option.
The other men in the office quietly looked away.
As if none of this was happening.
Nobody dared interfere.
Just then...
Knock.
"Hello?"
No response.
Knock.
"Hello~??"
Still nothing.
Zhuge Daxun continued venting his anger.
The person outside waited another few seconds...
Then simply pushed the door open.
Everyone instinctively looked over.
"Brother Zhuge."
A familiar voice echoed through the office.
The room instantly fell silent.
Every pair of eyes widened.
Standing in the doorway...
Was Yun Wanhe.
His clothes were dirty.
His hands were covered in fresh cuts and scrapes.
He looked exhausted.
But...
He was alive.
"Brother Yun?"
Zhuge Daxun slowly released the battered subordinate.
The man collapsed onto the floor, coughing up blood.
For several seconds...
Zhuge Daxun simply stared.
As if making sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
His gloomy expression completely disappeared.
"Hahaha!"
He rushed forward.
"Brother Yun!"
He threw his arms around Yun Wanhe in a massive hug.
"You’re alive! I thought... I thought I’d lost you too!"
Yun Wanhe awkwardly patted his back.
"I’m alright."
Only then did Yun Wanhe notice the badly beaten subordinate lying on the ground.
His face was almost unrecognizable.
"Shouldn’t... shouldn’t someone help him?"
Zhuge Daxun glanced down.
"Oh."
He scratched his head.
"I got a little emotional."
He casually waved toward the others.
"Someone get medical up here. And..."
He thought for a moment.
"Give him one hundred thousand yuan."
The unconscious subordinate’s finger twitched.
Even while unconscious...
His body seemed pleased with the compensation.
"Yes, Boss!"
Several men immediately rushed over.
Within moments...
A medical team hurried into the office, carrying equipment.
As they began lifting the injured man...
Zhuge Daxun frowned.
"Not here. I need to speak with Brother Yun privately. Take him somewhere else."
"Yes, Boss."
The medics immediately carried the unconscious subordinate away.
The remaining men quietly followed.
Soon...
Only Zhuge Daxun and Yun Wanhe remained inside the office.
The atmosphere immediately became much calmer.
Zhuge Daxun walked behind his overturned desk.
Looking at the mess...
He sighed.
"Forget it."
He simply kicked the broken desk aside.
Another subordinate quickly ran in with a spare chair and a small table before immediately leaving again.
Zhuge Daxun sat down.
He pointed toward the chair opposite him.
"Brother, please. Sit."
Yun Wanhe pulled out the chair and sat down.
For several seconds...
Neither of them spoke.
Zhuge Daxun then broke the silence.
"What happened?"
His voice was serious.
"We were winning..."
He clenched his fists.
He looked directly into Yun Wanhe’s eyes.
"Tell me. What happened?"
Yun Wanhe lowered his head.
’Time to act...’ he thought to himself.
His expression became incredibly sorrowful.
"They’re all dead."
Zhuge Daxun slowly closed his eyes.
"I figured."
Yun Wanhe sighed heavily.
"The brothers... They got too excited. They became overconfident after winning several battles. I kept telling them to slow down. But... They rushed into the bar. Without a plan. Without gathering intelligence. They underestimated the enemy."
He shook his head.
"Then... we met him."
Zhuge Daxun leaned forward.
"Who?"
Yun Wanhe slowly looked up.
"One man."
"One?"
"Just one. He wore a ridiculous chicken mask. But... There wasn’t anything funny about him. He was... a monster."
Zhuge Daxun’s pupils shrank.
"Even my main enforcer couldn’t stop him?"
Yun Wanhe slowly shook his head.
"No. The moment they met... the outcome had already been decided."
He wiped away fake tears.
"Our brothers panicked... They were terrified... They started running..."
Zhuge Daxun’s fists slowly tightened.
"And you?"
Yun Wanhe suddenly slammed a fist against his own chest.
"I stayed."
His voice echoed throughout the office.
"I couldn’t abandon our brothers! I challenged that monster myself!"
Zhuge Daxun’s eyes widened.
"You... did?"
Yun Wanhe slowly nodded.
His gaze drifted toward the window...
As though recalling a legendary battle.
"It was... the greatest fight of my life."
Yun Wanhe took a breath:
"I punched."
"He dodged."
"I kicked."
"He dodged."
"I threw a chair."
"He threw it back."
"I grabbed another chair."
"He shattered it with one finger."
"I flipped a table."
"He flipped an even bigger table."
"I leaped into the air."
"He leaped even higher."
"I punched him square in the face!"
Yun Wanhe paused dramatically.
"Then I realized... I’d actually punched my own reflection in the window."
"I recovered immediately!"
"I attacked again!"
"We exchanged over three thousand blows in less than ten seconds!"
"The shockwaves shattered every window nearby!"
"Cars flipped over!"
"Birds fled the area!"
"Even an old man shouted, ’Young hero, please stop fighting!’"
Yun Wanhe sniffled.
"I knew... If I continued... I might actually defeat him. So..."
He lowered his head.
"I made the most difficult decision of my life..."
Yun Wanhe looked down.
"I chose to retreat.
He then looked forward.
"Who would report that monster’s existence to you, Boss? I carried the burden of survival!"
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