I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 214 - 212: Nightclub Bloodbath

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: Nightclub Bloodbath

In a daze, Wang Ye heard people talking.

"Little fucker? Still breathing?"

"You chopped up Yangyang badly, you owe him his life."

"What the hell do you think you are? Dare to mess with my people?"

"Actually, to be honest, if you hadn’t made that move, with your personality, I would have been happy to take you on as a follower."

"But unfortunately, you just had to attack my man."

"If I don’t open your skylight, my team will be hard to manage."

Someone lifted Wang Ye’s chin, and he struggled to open his hugely swollen right eye, glimpsing a man in a floral shirt through the slit.

When he came to, he found himself stripped of his shirt, hanging in a tiny room.

Then, several crew-cut men with steel pipes and wrenches came over to greet him.

His face was swollen like a steamed bun, his chest bore many bloody scars from cigarette burns, and his abdomen was beaten to a mix of blue, purple, and red; blood-flecked saliva oozed slightly through his lips, hanging on his chin, and remnants of vomit and blood stains were on his chest.

That brutal beating had nearly cost him his life, and during that time, he had passed out several times, now unable to discern the time.

"Boss, should we finish him off now?" the fatty asked.

"No rush, Yangyang said to wait until he feels a bit better tomorrow after leaving the hospital, then he wants to personally do the deed," the floral shirt replied.

Wang Ye was stunned. Yangyang was still alive?

"Alright, which hospital is Yangyang in?" the crew-cut fatty asked.

"He’s at the hospital over at Huangqing Street, said to have had over 60 stitches... it’s bad, he’s really pissed," the floral shirt said with a laugh.

"Humph, this little fucker is vicious, couldn’t tell," the crew-cut fatty also laughed.

"Watch him closely tonight in this room; don’t let anyone get too close and don’t affect business," said the floral shirt.

"Alright, take care, Brother Chang," the crew-cut fatty said.

The floral-shirted Brother Chang nodded and walked out of the room.

As the door opened for a moment, Wang Ye saw the outside corridor and heard the muffled, loud music.

He pondered and guessed that he must be at the Shijie Night Club in the Lower City Center.

Yangyang isn’t dead yet! Wang Ye concluded that he would come after him first, then seek revenge on his mother.

Wang Ye’s anger surged. He moved his hands, and the handcuffs clanked noisily.

The crew-cut fatty heard him and turned, delivering a punch to his weak abdomen.

Wang Ye grunted, retching several times, and glimpsed a screwdriver on the coffee table in front of him, a tool the crew-cut had intended to use on him.

Wang Ye’s body sank down slightly, hearing the chain above his head clinking, and when he looked up, he discovered that the handcuffs were only hooked onto a bracket of a wall lamp.

The lamp was shaped like a teapot, and its curved part acted like a hook where the chain of the handcuffs was caught, but there was no cap on top, as these people thought Wang Ye wasn’t tall enough to reach it.

The crew-cut fatty turned back to grab a wrench, but at that moment, Wang Ye suddenly exerted force in his arms, his legs swung onto the fatty’s back, and with a powerful leap, his hands reached above the bracket and he freed himself.

He crashed to the ground and instantly kicked the crew-cut fatty into a staggering fall, diving toward the far end of the sofa.

Wang Ye swiftly got up, grabbed the screwdriver from the coffee table and pounced!

The crew-cut fatty turned around just to see Wang Ye shove the screwdriver into his left eye, instantly losing half his vision.

Wang Ye didn’t stop; his knee pressed against the fatty’s face, and with the heel of his hands, he forced the screwdriver deeper, mashing the flesh and some crunching tissue, then grabbed the handle and twisted it counterclockwise, enlarging the wound in the crew-cut fatty’s squinty eye before pulling it out.

The deep penetration into the brain put the fatty to eternal sleep. Wang Ye searched him, found the handcuff key, and undid his hands with the key held in his mouth, then stripped the fatty of his hoodie and wore it himself.

He put on the hoodie, hid the screwdriver in his sleeve, and pushed open the private room door.

Outside in the corridor, a lackey was smoking at the stairway entrance.

Wang Ye walked past him nonchalantly and heard him laugh, "Had enough fun?"

As the words dropped, he grabbed the guy’s shoulder with his right hand and stabbed at his face with the screwdriver in his left, finding it hard to locate the eyes in the dark corridor. He stabbed about a dozen times roughly in the general area.

The man collapsed in a pool of blood, moaning from pain. Wang Ye dragged him into the corridor, and under the light, pierced his throat with the screwdriver, then chopped a few times at his jaw until the jawbone dislocated.

Wang Ye pulled out the screwdriver. At this moment, he had no reservations, his heart filled with nothing but rage.

Both sides of the corridor were filled with karaoke rooms, and as he opened each door to check, he saw only customers singing and touching but no sign of the floral shirt.

So, he carefully made his way to the door on the lower second floor and looked out at the sofa booths outside, indeed spotting the floral shirt and several men sitting on the left, drinking and chatting.

Below this lower second floor was the dance floor, with the DJ booth to the left, where a flashy girl, both white and plump, was DJing.

Wang Ye looked around and noticed four of Brother Chang’s men next to his seat; two more were by the stairway on the right, and others he couldn’t see but were definitely scattered everywhere.

Wang Ye glanced downstairs, the dance floor was crowded.

He thought for a moment, devised a plan, then gripped a screwdriver and walked toward Brother Chang’s seat.

As Wang Ye neared Brother Chang, he kept calculating in his mind just where to stab—with only one chance, he couldn’t afford to mess up.

Neck, ears, eyes?

Neck.

An ear stab wouldn’t necessarily be fatal, and there was a chance it wouldn’t come out.

The eyes too required effort, and Brother Chang’s men wouldn’t give him the time.

The neck was the fastest.

As he pondered, he reached the side, and henchmen sitting at a nearby booth stood up and slapped him.

"Hey? What’s up? The boss is talking business. Aren’t you supposed to be watching that little brat?"

Tss!

Wang Ye plunged the screwdriver into the man’s eye socket and immediately withdrew.

This unexpected move disrupted his rhythm; the other three henchmen instantly stood up, grabbing the wine bottles on the coffee table.

But the music hall was noisy, and Brother Chang hadn’t yet noticed the commotion.

Wang Ye blocked with his left hand, shielding himself from the bottle strikes. His forearm stung—these bottles were far sturdier than in movies, not breaking easily...

He switched the screwdriver to the other hand, wildly stabbing at the man charging at him, the screwdriver penetrating through his cheek into his mouth. Then, seizing the man’s thigh with his left hand, he flipped him over, throwing him down from the upper floor, but the screwdriver stayed in the man’s mouth.

"Ah!!!"

Thud!

The man fell into the crowd below, causing a stir, and Brother Chang finally sensed something was off.

Wang Ye ignored the other two men and charged barehanded at Brother Chang, grabbing him from behind by the neck and pressing with all his might.

Experienced, Brother Chang instinctively leapt back, using his adult body weight to pin Wang Ye beneath him. Then, the henchmen swarmed over, restraining Wang Ye and hoisting him up.

"You feisty little brat?! Quite ruthless! I’ll take care of you!" Brother Chang glared furiously.

He swung his fist repeatedly into Wang Ye’s face, causing bloody spittle to spray from his mouth. Then, he broke several of Wang Ye’s ribs with some hook punches.

Bent over, Wang Ye spat out thick blood and gasped in pain.

Then, with a signal from Brother Chang, two henchmen lifted Wang Ye and brought him next to the railing.

"Throw him down!" Brother Chang roared.

The henchmen loosened their grip, and Wang Ye fell, landing right shoulder first with a crack—his shoulder was dislocated.

He groaned, rolling over, facing up, feeling severe pain in his abdomen. His left hand reached out and found the handle of the screwdriver.

Turning his head, he saw the same henchman he had thrown lying next to him, the screwdriver still stuck in his face.

He forcefully pulled out the screwdriver and hid it in his sleeve.

At this moment, Brother Chang came down the stairs; the crowd in the dance floor had cleared, and the music stopped, leaving Shijie Night Club very quiet.

"Coming here to mess things up? Do you know the consequences?" Brother Chang walked up to Wang Ye and stepped on his chest.

With his swollen face, Wang Ye gave a grim smile, then his left hand, swift as lightning, stabbed toward Brother Chang’s foot, sheathed in a thin blue sock and black leather shoe.

Astonishingly soft beneath the ankle, Wang Ye tried just once, and the screwdriver pierced straight through, alarming Brother Chang who hastily retreated. Wang Ye rolled, quickly rose, and frenziedly stabbed at his right cheek, quickly overpowering Brother Chang.

Wang Ye drove the screwdriver into Brother Chang’s eye socket and withdrew it, then punctured his windpipe and, amidst the crowd’s screams, dashed out of the nightclub.

He ran onto the street, racing through several streets until he had left Shijie Night Club far behind, then rested near a planter by the roadside.

After a moment, he calmed his mind and headed toward the hospital.

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