Chapter 53: I’m Easy to Reason With
Chapter 53: I’m Easy to Reason With
Fang Cheng panted heavily, having chased them using repeated short-distance dashes that drained most of his strong stamina.
He owed his success to Matsumoto Yukikawa’s blatant motorcycle theft through crowded streets, leaving numerous witnesses. Otherwise tracking them would’ve been impossible.
Rage burned through him – his carefully built reputation nearly destroyed. After battling vampires and slaying monsters, some punk had stolen his motorcycle!
This felt like scoring five kills in team combat only to get finished off by a stray minion while retreating with low health.
Several mechanic-looking young men regained their composure, fury rising as they saw Matsumoto Yukikawa bleeding heavily from brick-induced injuries.
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“Looking to die?!”
“You’ll pay for this, bastard!!”
They roared while charging at Fang Cheng.
Nangong Saye, who’d rushed to help Matsumoto Yukikawa near the motorcycle, shouted “Stop!”
The enraged young men ignored her completely.
The frontrunner threw a wild punch at Fang Cheng’s face.
Fang Cheng clutched his tablet with his left hand while catching the fist with his right, wrenching downward.
Crack! The hand bone snapped.
“Agh!”
The scream died as Fang Cheng’s kick connected with the attacker’s chest, sending him crashing into others behind.
Fang Cheng methodically delivered punches, leaving all assailants groaning on the ground with injuries ranging from broken ribs to worse. When one tried grabbing his legs, a swift kick removed the threat.
“I said STOP!”
Nangong Saye lunged with a wrench aimed at Fang Cheng’s thigh, her strike faster and stronger than the mechanics’ attacks.
Fang Cheng dodged backward as Nangong Saye pressed forward with precise, practiced movements.
“Huh?”
Recognition flashed through Fang Cheng – these blade techniques mirrored what Takeda Masumi had been teaching him recently. Though using a wrench instead of a blade, Nangong Saye’s style clearly shared origins with Takeda’s. The left-handed attacks suggested natural southpaw tendencies.
After evading several strikes, Fang Cheng confirmed the technique’s similarity. He suddenly closed the distance during a wrench swing, invading Nangong Saye’s guard until they stood face-to-face.
Her eyes widened in shock. Before she could retreat, Fang Cheng’s punch sank into her defined abdominal muscles. The impact doubled her over, leaving her wheezing and clutching her stomach.
What does it matter if she’s Takeda Masumi’s student? Fang Cheng had beaten even Takeda Masumi herself to the ground, let alone her student.
“You…!”
Nangong Saye endured the intense pain and hurled the wrench at Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng dodged by turning his head and saw Nangong Saye swing her previously unmoving right fist toward him.
The punch generated the sound of slicing through the air, its speed and power far surpassing normal human limits.
Fang Cheng raised his arm in surprise to block.
Bang!
A faint shockwave burst from their colliding fists.
The punch was stopped, but both wore shocked expressions.
Nangong Saye was stunned that Fang Cheng had blocked her strike, while Fang Cheng marveled at the woman’s sudden terrifying strength – none of his past enemies matched this.
Pushing off with his legs, he slid to Nangong Saye’s flank.
Nangong Saye pivoted, raising her arms defensively in a display of sharp combat instinct.
But she moved too slowly. Before her guard fully formed, Fang Cheng’s elbow smashed her face, followed by a brutal strike to her ribs that sent her crashing against the auto repair shop’s door.
“Boss!”
The downed young men cried out in furious alarm.
Fang Cheng cracked his neck and approached the motorcycle like a storybook villain.
“St…stop…”
Nangong Saye struggled to prop herself up, half her face swollen and purpling.
Her whole body felt shattered, stabbing pains in her ribs suggesting broken bones.
Fang Cheng ignored her, righting his motorcycle and dusting the seat before placing his tablet and mask on it. He then turned to Nangong Saye.
“Stay away from Boss!”
“You bastard!”
Fang Cheng paid no mind, hauling Nangong Saye upright by her collar.
Nangong Saye glared coldly but felt despair creeping in. This high school student had dismantled her with bare hands.
Only Teacher Takeda who’d trained her in combat and blade techniques could possibly match him.
Damn Yukikawa – this mistake would cost them all!
“Take…take it out on me,” she wheezed, “but leave my crew alone…or I’ll…”
Fang Cheng glanced at the moaning bodies. “Haven’t I already harmed them?”
Nangong Saye: “…”
Fang Cheng grinned. “You said focus on you? I like that idea.”
Grabbing her shirt, he tore it open violently.
“STOOOOOP!!”
Several young men on the ground screamed hoarsely, tears streaming down their faces, like cuckolded husbands watching their goddess get violated by some blond punk.
Of course, the X-rated scenes conjured by their filthy imaginations never happened.
Fang Cheng ripped open Nangong Saye’s clothes, immediately distracted by two plump rabbits nestled beneath.
“Must’ve been tough nurturing these,” Fang Cheng remarked earnestly. “Stay modest. Keep up the good work.”
Nangong Saye glared furiously, humiliation burning her cheeks.
Fang Cheng’s attention shifted to her right arm.
This wasn’t some crude prosthesis, but a precision-engineered mechanical arm radiating technological elegance.
No wonder her right arm packed such power – it was a mechanical modification. Fang Cheng had only read about such augmentations online; seeing one in reality fascinated him.
He examined where steel met flesh at her shoulder joint – seamless integration, as if metal had become living tissue.
As his fingers brushed her sensitive skin, Nangong Saye fantasized about smashing her fist into that smug face.
Fang Cheng tapped the mechanical arm, producing metallic pings. “Need to recharge this?”
After heavy silence, she muttered, “No.”
“What about showers? Waterproof?”
“Yes.”
“Willing to sell it?”
“Never!”
Satisfied, Fang Cheng dumped her on the ground. “You stole my motorcycle. What’s your compensation?”
Surveying her battered crew, Nangong Saye nearly retorted they’d paid enough. But outgunned, she bit back defiance.
“How do you want this settled?” she ground out.
“I’m reasonable.” Fang Cheng extended his palm. “Compensation. Cash.”
The gang’s empty wallets reflected their hand-to-mouth existence. After Nangong Saye scraped together the auto repair shop’s petty cash, Fang Cheng departed without backward glance.
Takeda Masumi’s possible connection to Nangong Saye concerned him less than reaching Tsukikage Hoshi’s establishment before closing.
Groaning through her wounds, Nangong Saye hauled her crew into the van.
“Sorry, Boss…” A young man hung his head. “This wasn’t your fight.”
Though Matsumoto Yukikawa sparked this disaster, she knew her gang’s habitual petty thefts invited trouble.
Spitting blood-tinged saliva from the driver’s seat, she growled, “Should’ve jailed you all after graduation. Warned you about crossing dangerous lines. Remember this lesson.”
The van crawled toward hospital lights as her rant continued.
Meanwhile, Fang Cheng’s motorcycle sped along Edogawa’s banks. He braked hard near the tenement district – a familiar figure stood riverside.
Asaka Akihime gripped the railing, tear tracks glinting under moonlight as she stared into the ink-black river.