I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 212 - 210: The Restaurant Blood Case

Chapter 212: Chapter 210: The Restaurant Blood Case

Wang Ye rushed into the night.

He knew where those people were.

In the lower urban ring, the society beneath the surface, there were a total of six people, led by someone nicknamed "Yangyang."

It sounded cute, but he was actually in his early 40s.

Essentially, this group was nothing more than a gang of thugs who had been extortionately collecting so-called stall fees on this street for years and never paid for their meals at the barbecue stands along the street.

Despite hanging around in the lower urban ring every day, they were quite flush with cash. They might not compare to those above, but down here, they lived quite comfortably.

Every day, after collecting their money, they would hang out in a small restaurant not far from this street. The restaurant had two stories and was named "Zuixiang Inn," considered a higher-end place for the are.

At 7:30 in the evening, Wang Ye, with a knife wrapped in his school jacket, stood across from Zuixiang Inn.

This road didn’t have many street lamps, but the lights from Zuixiang Inn illuminated most of the street. There weren’t many people around, and sounds of finger-guessing games and loud laughter could be heard from the restaurant.

The small building’s ground floor had a display window that looked directly into the lobby, and the second-floor aluminum windows were half-open. Wang Ye could see Yangyang leaning against a window, smoking and boasting with a few buddies.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating an escape route.

But a few seconds later, he gripped his school jacket tightly, steeled his heart, and crossed the road.

The closer he got, the stronger the smell of alcohol. Inside the lobby on the first floor, there was a table eating hot pot. Wang Ye pushed open the glass door and entered, where two female waitstaff at the counter turned to look at him.

The male manager handling the accounts at the counter asked him, "What do you want?"

Wang Ye ignored him and headed straight upstairs.

Dropping his tablet, the manager quickly followed, calling as he walked, "Hey! Young man, are you looking for someone or what?"

Wang Ye turned a corner and was caught up by the manager, who was experienced enough to tell who was there to cause trouble and who was there to eat, so he reached out and grabbed Wang Ye’s school jacket.

Wang Ye, resolute, grasped the knife handle, drew it sharply, and left his school jacket in the manager’s hand.

The manager felt a heat in his palm and involuntarily yelped softly, drawing back his hand to see a small cut on the base of his thumb. Fortunately, the school jacket was thick, otherwise the cut wouldn’t have been so minor.

Alarmed, the manager quickly exclaimed, "You motherf—"

Wang Ye, overcome with heat, chopped at his forehead. With a clang, the manager’s forehead split open. He clutched his head and staggered back a few steps, stumbled, fell backward, and his face was covered with blood.

Ignoring him, Wang Ye quickly made his way to the second floor. At this moment, the female waitstaff who had followed up saw the manager and screamed, "Ahhh!! Blood!! Help!! There’s been a stabbing!!"

Her screams alarmed the people inside. Wang Ye cursed under his breath and hurriedly ran—just as the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a buzz cut wearing a brown long-sleeve shirt and a gold necklace emerged.

He looked puzzledly down the corridor only to see Wang Ye, knife in hand, charging toward him. Instinctively raising his hand to block, Wang Ye’s fruit knife, its tip already chipped, stabbed toward his palm.

The knife went in a third of the way before Wang Ye pulled it out and aimed for his head.

"Hey!! Aiyo... motherfucker..." The buzz-cut man clutched his hand and fled back into the room.

Wang Ye rushed in, grabbed the man’s arm, and stabbed him six times in the abdomen. Blood sprayed out like a faucet left open, and he collapsed to the ground.

The other five people at the table hadn’t even realized what was happening when they saw their brother cover his hand as he entered, only to be taken down. Seeing Wang Ye with the knife, they all sobered up.

Wang Ye saw that Yangyang was sitting by the window. After scanning the room, he abruptly flipped the table, and the boiling hot pot spilled all over Yangyang.

The others grabbed chairs, ready to fight back. Seizing the chaos, Wang Ye dashed to the left side of the table and stabbed two men in the abdomen, splattering blood on his pants.

Then, he stepped over a chair, aiming to thrust the knife into another man’s neck, but he felt a gust of wind behind him.

Without looking back, he bent down to dodge and saw the crew cut smash the chair on his companion’s head. Cursing, the man clutched his eye socket and fell.

Sitting on the floor, Wang Ye stabbed the man between the legs, then jerked the knife back with a pull, releasing a foul-smelling yellow liquid mixed with blood. The man grimaced in pain and tripped over a stool.

Taking advantage of the situation, Wang Ye stood up. By then, the remaining three were too scared to care and quickly fled the room.

Wang Ye chased after them and caught up with the crew cut running last. He slashed the back of the man’s head, then knelt on his back and chopped several more times at his crown and skull, the blade coated with white blood and flesh, leaving a pool of blood on the floor.

He turned back into the private room, ran to the window, and saw Yangyang and another man just escaping through the inn’s main door.

He opened the window, stepped onto the sill, and leapt down.

From the second floor of Zuixiang Inn to the ground was about 3 meters. He landed and rolled.

Yangyang and his companion split up. Without a second thought, Wang Ye pursued Yangyang.

The two vanished into the night, surrounded by quiet, old five-story buildings. While running, Yangyang cursed, "Who the hell are you picking on! I didn’t provoke you!"

"You hit my mother! I’ll kill you!" Wang Ye yelled.

"I don’t even know your mom! Do you realize what you’re doing?!" Yangyang retorted.

"You know what hitting my mom will lead to?!" Wang Ye replied.

After a chase through several streets, Yangyang couldn’t go on, and Wang Ye ran up to him and slashed his head.

Yangyang screamed, yelling, "Murder! Murder!"

Another blow was struck, blood trickled down into his collar.

Fuming, Wang Ye roared, "I am killing you! You must die!"

Piteously, Yangyang pleaded, "Please! I won’t do it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head was struck again, his vision blurrying with blood. He could run no longer, stumbled, and collapsed on the ground, curling up with his hands over his head.

Wang Ye jumped on him and continued to hack at his head and hands, chopping until blood and flesh flew.

At first, Yangyang cried out a few times, but then he stopped screaming and lacked the strength to protect his head; his arms just hung there, covered in bloody cuts, his head as red as a split open watermelon.

Wang Ye didn’t know how many times he had swung the knife, seeing only the blood-soaked ground and the red-stained knife. He sat on Yangyang’s chest, panting, feeling the effects of the adrenaline fade, his heart pounding in fear of the consequences of his actions.

He wiped the fingerprints off the knife handle and tossed it into a nearby green strip, then hurriedly ran home.

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