The ultimate blue sea

Chapter 6- Cheng Weizhi

All the clear-headed people present instantly looked over that way. The pathetic Type 3 man who had just struggled awake on the ground saw this violent scene and stared dully for a moment; then, accordingly, his head tilted and his eyes rolled, and he once again silently passed out.

As for Su Qing himself, after he had performed this earth-shattering unprecedented action, the hot blood surging through his brain began to cool, and he looked down blankly at his hands, thinking, I'd better chop off these worthless hands, chop them off...

The tragedy was, it was already too late to chop. It turned out that the guy who wasn't afraid of burning his hands could only ignore pain through the stimulation of excitement; he wasn't really made of steel—for example, after getting hit on the back of the head, he couldn't turn around and keep squabbling with Su Qing like a superman; instead, he gutlessly fell forward and didn't move.

Su Qing stood there, looking fierce while inwardly trembling, still holding the weapon in his hand. He swallowed with difficulty.

The "reveling" Type 4 nut jobs exchanged looks. The fanatical expressions on their faces had yet to recede. Their eyes were bloodshot. The three of them gathered into a small circle and slowly approached Su Qing.

Su Qing subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his brain irrelevantly came up with a memory of going to his grandma's house in the country when he was little and being chased by a big wolf dog. An uncle had rescued him and told him, when you met a beast like this that bullies the weak but fears the strong, the more fear you display, the bolder it will be; but if you stand strong, it will run off with its tail between its legs. If you're really afraid, then you should bend down and pretend to pick up a rock to scare it off.

So Su Qing raised the chair, doing his best to force a fierce and savage expression onto his face—though the outcome wasn't ideal, he acted like he was ready to violate the prohibition against taking life, trying to scare off these beasts.

Sadly, it was clear that while these men were insane, their IQs were still higher than a dog's. Watching Su Qing with his small physique wave around a shabby chair, not only were they not frightened, they also found it very entertaining. They pointed at him and laughed.

One of them was holding a length of metal pole he had picked up somewhere. He swayed back and forth and dragged the end over the ground so the pole scraped the floor and let out a scalp-numbing sound.

Su Qing's mouth went dry and his brain became muddled. He gave off a heavy air of being bitterly pressured. There really was no advance and no retreat for him.

Behind him, people began to comment, all kinds of voices mixing together into a buzzing in his ears. The head of the three lunatics took a step forward and put a hand on Su Qing's shoulder. He looked down at Su Qing's scrawny chicken claws and, grinning, asked, "What are you trying to do?"

The veins stood out on the backs of Su Qing's hands, but he didn't dare to make a sound, afraid that if he spoke, his voice would shake. His shoulders were rigidly tensed.

The lunatic became bolder. He lifted his hand from Su Qing's shoulder and lightly patted his face with the back of his hand. Narrowing his eyes, he looked Su Qing over and quietly said, "Kid, you're new. You need to understand the rules. Do you know what our rules here are?"

Su Qing squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Let go."

Looking provocative, the lunatic used all his strength to smack his face. The skin turned red.

Su Qing took a deep breath. He thought, he had gotten himself into this; time couldn't be turned back, and there was no medicine for regret. He would face a knife whether he stuck his neck out or drew his neck in. Better to go for broke!