Chapter 6, The Transportation Fees Delivered to the Door

Zhao Rui could not help but feel a bit impatient. He stepped forward, swiftly grabbed the watermelon knife, and then, channeling his internal energy, he rubbed it in his hand, instantly reducing the over one-foot-long watermelon knife into a pile of fragments

"Do I look like I have money?" Zhao Rui spread his hands and honestly stated, "I am poor, really poor. I don't have a single cent in my pocket."

If this strike were to hit, an ordinary person would either die or be severely injured

"We, brothers, are in a tight spot and would like to borrow some money from you," said the tall man gloomily

The short individual let out a piercing scream, lying on the ground, rolling back and forth while clutching their injured wrist

The tall thug was so shocked by this scene that his eyes nearly popped out. This watermelon knife, after all, was made of steel, yet it was reduced to a pile of fragments just like that. Is this the kind of strength a human can possess

Zhao Rui almost doubted that he had misheard. After confirming without a doubt, he nearly burst out laughing. He was now even poorer than the beggars on the street, to the point where he felt like resorting to robbery himself. These two blind little thugs actually came to rob him of his books; it was truly a case of the thief encountering the robber!

I currently have not a single cent to my name and am worried about the fare. You have unexpectedly come to my aid, which is truly wonderful. Zhao Rui, feeling satisfied, tucked a few bills into his pocket, waved his hand, and then strode away.

Meanwhile, the tall figure quietly moved to the right and delivered a sinister and ruthless slash towards Zhao Rui's arm from the side

Zhao Rui observed that these two individuals were ruthless in their actions, ready to resort to violence at the slightest disagreement. His smile faded, and a surge of anger welled up within him, prompting him to resolve to teach these two a lesson.

Zhao Rui chuckled, a mocking expression appearing on his face. In the past, he would have been absolutely unable to handle these two with empty hands, but now that he has cultivated the "Eight Desolations Slaying Immortals Technique," his strength has greatly increased, and the situation is naturally very different

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The tall man was struck so hard that tears nearly flowed from his eyes. Swallowing a mouthful of blood, he pleaded with a sobbing voice: "Boss, big brother, please don’t hit me, don’t hit me. It was my fault for not recognizing your greatness, I was wrong, isn’t that enough? As long as you show mercy and spare my life, I will agree to any conditions!"

Zhao Rui was taken aback and turned to look, only to see that two young men, one tall and one short, had appeared behind him at some point.

Zhao Rui's smile infuriated the short thug, who shouted a curse and swung his left fist violently towards Zhao Rui's face

He stepped aside, evading the attacks of the two individuals, and simultaneously exerted force with his hand. A sharp cracking sound was heard, and the wrist bone of the shorter man was actually crushed by his grip

Zhao Ruixian had already been frustrated by the ticket seller and then was robbed by these two thugs. He had been seething with anger and was just about to take it out on this reckless thug. However, upon hearing his plea, he suddenly had a change of heart and abandoned his original intention

Are you looking to borrow money

Zhao Rui paid no heed to the frustrations of others; he returned to the long-distance bus station and used the money he had obtained through illicit means to purchase a ticket and board the bus

Zhao Rui took out the money, threw the wallet to the tall man, snorted, which startled the tall man into a shiver, causing him to lower his head and shrink to the side, not daring to make a sound

He was guessing wildly, his mind racing like a flying book.

"What does it mean?" The tall man was momentarily taken aback, but soon understood. He hurriedly fumbled around his body with both hands, pulling out his wallet and phone, and presented them in front of Zhao Rui

The two individuals are muscular and robust, dressed in tank tops and shorts, wearing flip-flops, and holding a long object wrapped in newspaper, with fierce expressions on their faces

The short man's movements were fierce and swift, but in Zhao Rui's eyes, they were insignificant. With a casual stretch of his hand, he seized the short man's left hand, preventing him from advancing even a fraction.

Zhao Rui twisted his collar, and the over one hundred jin man was like a rag doll, being shaken around by him.

"What’s the matter? You seem rather unwilling, don’t you?" The short man shouted at him fiercely.

Zhao Rui originally thought that the tall person would immediately rush at him and fight desperately, but he did not expect that he would be so timid, standing in front of him for a long time without making a move

Zhao Ruishong opened the collar of his tall shirt, took out his wallet, and flipped through it; there were only two hundred yuan inside

The tall, gloomy individual discarded the newspaper in his hand, revealing a watermelon knife over a foot long. The short individual also produced an identical watermelon knife from www.hetushu.com, brandishing it in his hand.

After waiting for a while in the car, the long-distance bus began to start, accelerating from slow to fast, racing towards Dong'an City.

This punch was powerful and forceful, directly smashing his face to a ninety-degree angle, nearly knocking all his teeth out, and one side of his face immediately swelled up significantly

The short individual felt as if their arms were clamped by iron tongs, struggling several times without success. Anger surged within, and with a sudden swing of the right hand, a foot-long watermelon knife came crashing down towards Zhao Rui's head.

The tall thug was both shocked and angry upon seeing his companion severely injured at a glance. He was shocked that this young man was so formidable, realizing that he had indeed kicked a metal plate this time; he was angry that this young man was excessively ruthless, having incapacitated one of his companions with a single strike.

After a quick assessment, the tall individual realized that the strength of the two was vastly different, and he was no match for Zhao Rui. Consequently, he changed his expression, discarding the previous sinister and ruthless demeanor, and put on a pitiful face, preparing to plead for mercy, hoping that Zhao Rui would spare him.

"What brings you to find me?" Zhao Rui asked while sizing up the two individuals.

They do not even consider their own worth, daring to rob even me; they truly must be tired of living

The tall man stood there in a daze for a while, suddenly pounding his chest and stamping his feet: "I originally thought of coming out to make some money to spend, but after all this effort, I ended up being robbed instead. This is truly outrageous!"

It is possible to let you go, but you must at least show some acknowledgment

You must be forceful! Otherwise, you will likely be disappointed!

Poor

Have we encountered the legendary martial arts master this time

They are all here; if you find them to your liking, feel free to take them all

Zhao Rui rummaged through the short person's belongings and found more than 300.

He stared at Zhao Rui, gripping the watermelon knife tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy, contemplating whether he should risk everything to avenge his companion or turn and flee from this place of conflict

What the hell are you laughing at

Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Rui suddenly threw away the piece of scrap metal in his hand, grabbed him by the collar, and delivered a punch squarely to his face

No money? Buddy, if you are not cooperating like this, then don't blame us for being impolite