Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 359 - 317 Simple Wish_2

Chapter 359: Chapter 317 Simple Wish_2

Why hadn’t the Law of Fear taken effect until this moment?

The wind howled by his ears.

In his memory.

More images began to emerge.

It was another night.

Gangs fighting over territory.

The whole night was restless.

He had gone to help at the night market after school as usual, but he only found Uncle Qian’s body—

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn’t believe he had been stabbed to death on the street.

Wu Xiaode sighed.

Uncle Qian’s words, a secret of the street, echoed in his ears again:

"On the streets, it’s about outnumbering the opponents, run if you are fewer, fight if you are more, you won’t be wrong."

"If you can understand the meaning in this, following me won’t be in vain."

—Uncle Qian, what you said was good, but why did you have to die?

He looked up.

A thug from another gang had already set his sights on him.

"Is that the kid?"

"Yes, he’s the one who followed Qian Meng."

"Take care of him."

"Okay."

—They were coming over.

Wu Xiaode finally remembered his fear.

It was that moment.

The opposing gang began dealing drugs and wanted to grab territory, leading to Uncle Qian’s death in the street.

Then those people noticed him.

They were no longer mere thugs.

They were drug dealers.

Yes.

In that year, at the age of fifteen, he witnessed true cruelty and gore for the first time, and for the first time, he truly felt fear.

—Then he was trapped in an alley.

Yes.

Facing such fear of death, what could a normal, fifteen-year-old boy do?

"Gentlemen, please spare me, I am just a student."

At that moment, he was trembling all over, his face pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, as he managed to say.

The men looked at each other and all laughed.

"Little Wu, right? I know you—you still remember, don’t you? You even asked me for tips on fighting."

The leader of the youths said languidly.

He nodded.

Over the years, he had learned from all the old thugs on the street.

They all knew him.

Uncle Qian had controlled the territory, so he had conflicts of interest with them.

He was just an orphan.

"Come here and call me Brother Wei, start working for me from today, and I will let you live," the young man said.

"Yes, Brother Wei! Thank you, Brother Wei!" he quickly nodded.

The men saw the fear on his face.

—Just a fifteen-year-old student.

Bringing him in could help with dealing the drugs, and students didn’t attract much attention, which was the right way to do it.

Killing him would only be a hassle.

—Here it came.

It was this moment.

This was his most terrifying moment.

Because—

Some decisions had to be made now.

It was something he had never thought of in his fifteen years of life.

"Brother Wei, Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, please take care of your little brother from now on. If you have any orders, I’ll be right there for you, through thick and thin."

As he walked over, he said these words in a fluster.

"Alright, I have some goods here, especially suitable for guys your age, and even better for girls, take this and come with me to the nightclub," Brother Wei said.

"Yes, Brother Wei."

He reached out to take the bag of stuff and naturally put it into his backpack.

Fear peaked at this moment.

Many people think fear is just being scared, and when a person is in fear, they are utterly panicked and can’t do anything.

But on this pitch-black, windy night.

In front of these newly made drug dealers, Wu Xiaode knew another side of fear.

—At his most fearful moment.

He was filled with anger.

Yes, when humans are driven to the pinnacle of fear, they can sometimes find hysterical anger rising from within.

He knew this was true.

Because in the next second, he had cast aside all his reservations.

A knife was drawn, repeatedly stabbing Brother Wei, then ironically slashing Brother Zhang’s throat amidst the shocked curses and shouts of five or six men, before he turned and ran.

The remaining men gave chase.

But he suddenly turned to face them, kicking the first man to pursue him. As the man fell, he used the momentum to drive the knife into the stomach of the second man. Though the second man punched him, he managed to slash the throat of the first man as he fell back.

He continued to flee.

One more person crazily chased after him.

The bag was thrown.

The man briefly blocked it, and he immediately pounced on him.

The man desperately punched him, but he felt nothing, just kept knifing.

Gradually,

The punches from the man grew weaker, and then stopped.

Only then did he stand up swiftly, picked up his bag, took out a bottle of alcohol, and hastily wiped clean his fingerprints.

These scumbags!

Bastards!

They actually wanted him to join them in drug trafficking!

If he had truly agreed, then he would have irreversibly embarked on a road of no return.

— But I have to live!

I want to study, go to college, eat many things I’ve never eaten, and do many meaningful things with Sister Lan.

You want my life.

Then I’ll act like I don’t have a life to lose.

He wiped the sweat and tears from his cheeks. Once the fingerprints were almost cleaned, he placed the knife in a drug dealer’s hand.

Then he took out a tissue soaked in alcohol, preparing to painstakingly clean up any traces he had left—

But this was an open space.

In haste, there could always be some oversight.

It couldn’t be helped.

He wrapped the package of drugs in tissue paper and stuffed it into the drug dealer’s pocket.

That was still not enough.

To get away, he must do something else.

Fire.

Only fire represents the extreme of anger, it erases everything, leaving behind nothing but the most foolish of evidence.

The firelight illuminated the night.

...

Half a year later.

He finally went to Uncle Qian’s grave.

"Uncle Qian, I came to see you."

In the black and white photo on the tombstone, Uncle Qian looked at him seriously, seemingly puzzled.

The paper money burned out.

Flowers were offered.

"I won’t fight anymore."

"But regarding fighting, I still want to have an academic discussion with you—"

"The facts prove that:"

"Before you hit someone, don’t let them know you’re going to hit them; when you start hitting, don’t let the means that can kill you remain on you; after the fight, make sure you can preserve yourself."

"Uncle Qian, these are my thoughts."

"Maybe you can’t hear them, but it’s okay, someday in the future, when I go down to see you, we’ll drink and talk slowly."

"We’ll meet again in the underworld."

Goodbye.

We’ll meet again in the underworld.

The wind howled endlessly.

In the sky, Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes, the color of recollection fading from his gaze.

"A mere wish..."

"My wish is simple to the extreme, indistinguishable from that of any ordinary human."

As his words fell,

a sky-covering Dark Sea appeared in the heavens, accompanied by some kind of angry roar.

— The senator’s power began to envelop everything around.

But Wu Xiaode seemed oblivious.

He merely continued speaking to himself:

"We just don’t want to be bullied."

Hum!

The Book of the Dead trembled.

On the sighing walls, it seemed as though something began to appear.