Meteorite Fall!
Boom!
A streak of starlight swept from stairs of one-storey height. A man whose
foot was as agile as a comet rudely kicked on the ground.
Crack!
"Oh…Ah…" Yu Sheng rolled on the ground while holding his dislocated
ankle and thumping his chest, failing to shed a tear.
System: "Why? I've told you that martial arts should not be practiced in
the way. As the saying goes, if you want to practice martial arts well, you
must charge money."
After bone-setting, Yu Sheng took a bit of medicinal pill to cure the
injury. The efficacy of the pill gently nourished his body. Yu Sheng
frowned. "Hey, is there any problem with the Meteorite Fall you offered? I
've practiced it for a week, only to master more excellent bone-setting
skill, but failing to master the kicks."
System: "…"
Hoot! Hoot! Hoot…
The sound of motorbikes came suddenly while Yu Sheng prepared to continue
his practice. A group of motorbike riders with baseball bats in their hands
charged directly toward the park.
The motorbikes ran fast. Those people gave Yu Sheng a blow without saying
anything.
Bang!
The blow missed. Yu Sheng rushed upstairs. A dozen motorbikes stopped,
rising a sand storm. Trendily dressed gangsters with baseball bats got off
the motorbikes, and came at Yu Sheng.
Black Motorbike Gang?
"Brothers! Have I ever offended you?" Yu Sheng asked with confusion.
Looking at the 10-odd people, he remembered he had never provoked them.
One of the gangsters took out a photo and carefully compared with Yu Sheng.
He told the one looked like the Big Brother, "Brother Niu, it's exactly
him. He looks lewd, is less than 170 centimeters tall, and looks like a
dying man."
Niu Mang cast a glance at the photo to verify, and then sneered at Yu
Sheng: "Bloke, you are lucky. Someone wants to buy your life. Are you
going to symbolically struggle or give up resistance?"
This group of people were obviously not street punks; they are professional
gangsters, with tidy clothes, superior equipments and extraordinary
temperament.
Niu Mang, head of the group, was about two meters high. His muscles made
him look even stronger than those bodybuilding champions.
Yu Sheng smiled coldly. He stretched his limbs and said with uncertainty:
"You, the inferior ones, haven't your employer told you about my
strength?"
Niu Mang sneered while holding a baseball bat: "You're so calm. I know
you are good at fighting, but we are not a group to be trifled with. We are
all members of the underground world of martial arts, with one head above
two shoulders. Who fears?"
Yu Sheng was helpless, but also wanted to test his current strength. He
sneered: "Let's have one-on-one hit in line with the rules of the
underground world of martial arts!"