Hehehe… "Fight back… or stay a coward," a devilish whisper continued in his mind.
His heartbeat thundered. A burning heat spread through his chest.
The whispers grew louder. "Fight back, fight back."
Zi Fan's eyes turned red. He didn't know why the anger surged so suddenly—whether because they had come to rob him or because of the earlier beating. But one thing was certain: he would fight back today.
On the other side, those two robbers didn't even notice any of it. The fatty reached out his hand to take the money.
"Wooh!" Zi Fan pulled back his hand.
Before the fatty could react, Zi Fan's fist slammed into his face. A bloody tooth flew from his mouth.
"Ouch!" With a scream, the fatty took two steps back and began to shake. He stumbled backward.
Zi Fan's chest burned—yet he wanted more. "It feels refreshing."
Seeing the fatty get hurt, "You bastard!" the muscular man shouted and threw a punch, but Zi Fan dodged, so it hit the wall.
Seeing an opening,
Zi Fan ran forward to escape, but all of a sudden, the fatty came before him.
Zi Fan raised his arm to strike again—but the fatty pulled out a knife. "Stop right there, bastard! Don't move!" The fatty's hand wasn't steady. His voice was a little panicked.
Seeing the knife, Zi Fan didn't resist; he stopped. At that moment, the muscular man hit his chin. "Ouch!" Zi Fan felt dizzy all over; his legs grew weak.
"No, I can't pass out now." Zi Fan shook his head and bit his tongue. The sharp pain made his mind clear. He again wanted to run, but—
"Stop, you—" With that shout, the fatty moved closer to him. Zi Fan waved his hand up. "Don't hurt me. I give up."
A punch landed at Zi Fan's abdomen. "You dare hit me?!" the fatty roared in anger.
At that point, Zi Fan suddenly grabbed the knife with his bare hand.
Blood flowed. The fatty and the muscular man froze, and Zi Fan took the chance. He hit the fatty's nose. Blood gushed out.
With a thud, the fatty fell to the ground.
One opponent was down, and the knife was his—but his injured arm made it nearly useless.
"Smash!" A hook struck Zi Fan's face. This time, the force was much greater, and Zi Fan dropped to the ground. He spat out teeth along with blood.
The muscular man moved close to the fatty's side and analyzed his injury. Finding that nothing serious had happened, he let out a breath of relief.
He glanced angrily toward Zi Fan. "You dare to hit my brother!" With that shout, like a beast, he lunged forward.
Zi Fan was already standing. "Damn… he's serious now."
Finding no escape, Zi Fan calmed himself and slipped into a boxing stance. He took a southpaw stance, the right-foot-forward style.
The muscular man froze a little, then burst out in laughter. "Heh… didn't expect that. You box too?"
He took position in an orthodox boxing stance.
"This is bad…" Zi Fan cursed his luck. He hadn't learned much boxing, but he couldn't show any weakness to the opponent.
The muscular man extended his left hand straight toward Zi Fan.
Zi Fan moved his head slightly to the right. The jab passed by, but the muscular man didn't stop; more came.
While dodging, Zi Fan moved his rear foot backward. He rotated his hips strongly and swung his left arm sideways.
The muscular man leaned back, stepping away.
"There—an opening." Zi Fan stepped forward and pushed off the ground, lunging ahead. He changed his boxing position to an orthodox stance. Without thinking, he shifted his stance—anything to confuse the opponent.
The muscular man, who was moving backward, lost his balance a little, but he didn't fall and quickly fixed his position, then threw a jab. Zi Fan didn't dodge this time; his arm blocked the attack.
But the punch lacked power at that moment. A jab–cross combo. A fast one-two came straight for his face.
The muscular man rotated his hips. The punch came fast and heavy—too fast to fully block. Boom—it landed on Zi Fan's other hand, but that hand couldn't handle the pressure; it moved aside.
The cross fell on Zi Fan's chin again. Dizziness consumed him. He bit his tongue again to force himself awake.
But the muscular man didn't leave him to rest. Again, a jab came. Zi Fan moved his head.
The jab passed. Zi Fan pushed off the ground with his shaking legs and lunged forward—he kicked toward the muscular man's chest.
The muscular man didn't expect it, so the hit struck his chest squarely. He dropped to the ground.
Now Zi Fan had the chance to run, but instead, he moved close to the muscular man and kicked his legs. "Ahh!" the muscular man screamed. "Why… does this feel… good?"
The thought scared him—but his foot didn't stop. "Come on… try robbing me now." A twisted satisfaction crept into him.
The kicks didn't stop. "Get up… I'm not done."
The fatty came to his senses hearing this. When he opened his eyes and saw the scene, he couldn't help but think, "What a lunatic." But he didn't panic. He slowly stood up and moved closer with the knife. On his way, there was a small brick that he didn't notice.
So he made a noise. Zi Fan looked back at the fatty. A smile appeared on Zi Fan's face.
The fatty schemed inside, "It's all over." Zi Fan moved quickly and threw some jabs.
The fatty knelt on his knees and begged. "Please! Forgive us! We won't do it again!"
Zi Fan paused. He wanted to keep going… but something stopped him.
"If I continue… I won't be able to stop," he thought. He commented, "Okay, get lost."
Zi Fan turned around to leave, but at that moment—
A sharp pain exploded in his back. He turned his head to the right and saw the fatty stabbing him. He wanted to grab the fatty and beat him senseless, but—
Then another.
And another.
The blade kept going in—again… and again… It continued until it made 12 to 15 horrible, deep cuts.
To be continued...