Chapter 64: Bar’s lethal weapon
Translated by: Chua
Edited by: TN, XRCO and Elkassar
Sheyan turned around, only to see a golden haired fella that seemed to be in his mid thirties standing by the side. Wearing a leather jacket outside, he had a black elastic singlet inside; his muscles bulging out distinctly. Sheyan recognized him, he was called Bao Tianshen. He loved others to call him Baoyu (Abalone) bro. He was one of those those despicable sort that didn’t work without money, and if there was money, he wouldn’t work wholeheartedly.
Sheyan didn’t have the time to bicker with him, he quietly replied.
“Brother Baoyu, let’s have a drink next time.”
After speaking, he proceeded to exit. Instead, Baoyu took a glass of beer and obstructed Sheyan, exposing his yellowish teeth as he laughed.
“I heard you offered that Fan Tong (Rice bowl) 30,000 bucks to find your old man? Then what about your other brothers?”
That ‘Rice bowl’ Baoyu was talking about, was actually the boss of a casino. Sheyan had previously looked to Fan Jun to search for the others. The boss was a man of principles. Even though he conducted a shady business, his reputation was well-known and he was very well informed. Sheyan had seeked his help in finding Uncle Dasi and the rest. Sheyan had plenty of money on hand; moreover he was a contestant that didn’t really require money, thus he could treat money like dirt, and casually throw out 30,000 bucks. He never expected, this news to spread so quickly.
After Sheyan heard Baoyu was trying to hint at something, he halted his steps.
“My brothers? I have loads of them, from here all the way to Istanbul. Which one are you referring to?”
Baoyu shook his beer bottle, hiccupping as he spoke.
“Obviously that lackey of yours.”
Sheyan’s pupils shrank.
“Lackey….. Are you talking about Sanzi?”
Sanzi had always admired Sheyan, hence whenever Sheyan had to leave for a voyage in the past, he would always want to follow him. Sheyan similarly wanted to create some connections for him. Therefore after a period of time, Sanzi was recognized by others as his ‘lackey’, however he remained joyous and easygoing. Baoyu sneered.
“That’s right, I saw him today, do you want to know where?”
Sheyan turned sharply, his voice turning serious.
“Speak!”
Baoyu quietly sneered, gesturing the universal money hand gesture. Sheyan reached into his pockets, without counting at all, he stashed it into Baoyu’s hands. Booming with an oppressive voice.
“Speak!”
Seeing the notes, Baoyu’s face turned green. They were actually American dollars. His eyes sparkled with greed, plucking against the notes. Upon hearing Sheyan’s oppressive voice, he licked his lips with his fat pink tongue, raising his brows as he teased out.
“Alright fine fine, I saw that lackey in the afternoon…..brother Sanzi right? He was taken away by Pangxie (Crab) bro at Temple Street.”
“Crab Bro?” Sheyan was confused. “Who’s that?”
Hnh! Baoyu snorted mockingly, raising his brows as he replied in a mysterious tone.
“Yan son, you haven’t been here for so long, so you don’t know, right? Crab, that scoundrel, stepped over his Big brother* to ascend to his position not long ago. I heard he’s even in cahoots with those jerks from Vietnam and Myanmar. His prices are the same, but the purity instead he much higher than others. His henchmen distributed the goods incredibly fast, fuelling his position ridiculously high. None of the ass farts recognize his boss anymore.”
(TN: *Big brother here refers to his boss)
After gathering the information he needed, Sheyan no longer stayed to thrash talk with him, flicking his hand as he left. Instead, Baoyu pulled Sheyan back, splashing out with his saliva.
“Oi oi oi, Yan son, where’s the information fee?”
Sheyan had plentiful experience with the society. He knew this good-for-nothing was eyeing his money, yet his worry for Sanzi was building up rapidly. Without bullshitting any further, he threw him another stack of notes and turned tail to leave. Baoyu noticing that Sheyan still had abundant cash on hand, his eyes flickered with covetous greed as he signalled towards his 2 underlings. Suddenly, from the corner, they raised an icy cold beer bottle and rushed forward, smashing down straight towards Sheyan’s head!
At present, Sheyan’s mind was wholeheartedly distracted by Sanzi. Moreover, he was in the present world, his guard was done and he completely treated Baoyu like a worthless ant! The icy cool beer swooped down with an oppressive sound, smashing directly against the back of his head! “Piank!” The beer bottle shattered into a thousand glass shards, spaying in all directions. The beer soaking everyone near the area. Sheyan didn’t possess his ‘Endurance’ body, as dark fresh blood streamed down from his scalp. However to him, it felt just like a slightly dizzy superficial wound. It opposed Baoyu’s expectation, where he would collapse right away.
Upon seeing his underling landing the strike, Baoyu’s heart flushed with glee. Instead, he saw Sheyan turning around fiercely, staring down at him with a murderous gaze; as though he wanted to devour him alive! Baoyu was also one that didn’t shrink away from any crime, killing and robbing, everything he did. But strangely, he couldn’t help curling in fear under Sheyan’s piercing glare. He immediately turned towards the surrounding audience, shouting out frantically.
“Everyone capture him, he is wanted by Crab bro! After Sanzi was captured, Crab bro took out half a kilo of goods to share with everyone. After we capture this bumpkin, we won’t need to worry about our supplies in the next year!”
Sheyan’s head dipped but his eyes glared upwards against beneath his drenched hair. His fist was clenched, and trembling slightly.
Not because he was afraid,
But because of hate!
A fiery hatred similar to a dragon being disturbed!
Because, Sheyan’s reverse scale was his loved ones!
“Restrain yourself…..don’t let your identity be exposed…..endure….to hell with that! My own kind being betrayed and captured, letting this shitty good-for-nothing defecate all over me!!!??!?!”
After Baoyu’s deafening roar, 5-6 other tattooed hooligans rolled their sleeves up; raising their beer bottles as they surrounded Sheyan. Sheyan gently raised his head, maintaining an expressionless look.
“In your next life, remember to be a good person.”
Sheyan’s expression was still. But unbeknownst why, his aura induced a sickening fear in Baoyu’s heart. A hooligan cursed his mother as he struck in with his bottle. Sheyan abruptly swung out his right fist. “Piank!” cleanly sweeping the beer aside, as it shattered after landing on the ground. His fist carrying an unstoppable might in the midst of the shattering glass, as he heavily pounded against that guy’s left cheek!
Instantaneously, that hooligan was lifted from the impact, his neck twisted into a horrifying awkward arc, his face facing 180 degrees to the back! Blood gushed out along with his pink tongue, extending half an inch out of his mouth. Sheyan’s punch carried such ferocity, that his left cheekbone was totally shattered, even his neck had snapped!!
Everything happened so quickly, the other hooligans hadn’t had the time to realize his insane might. They roared loudly as they charged forward. Consecutive bottles smashed down onto Sheyan’s head, a random stool crushed against Sheyan’s back. As if nothing happened, Sheyan blatantly drilled a kick into a hooligan’s stomach.
After the kick landed, everything within his stomach; air, gastric juice, even the drunk and semi-digested food sprayed out wildly! His stomach instantly ruptured, his eyes seemed like they were going to pop from the pressure! Not even a sound could come out from his mouth, as he flew 5-6 metres, landing against and scattering the tables and stools into a massive mess. His limbs remained motionless, his mouth frothing with repulsive meal remains, mixed with fresh blood. But the dark red blood streamed out like a tap, soaking his entire face!
Another hooligan had much better luck. Considered as the second wave of attack; before he could strike Sheyan after cursing ‘F*** your wife’, he was already sent flying with a punch to his right shoulder. Everything turned muffled, as he collapsed onto the ground, rolling in agony as he wailed out in misery!
Everyone could clearly see, that was a distinct depression in that kid’s right shoulder. In that instance, his right shoulder was clearly lower than his left by 2 cm. His shoulder blade and 2 of his ribs had broken, the rib bone piercing his lungs, as he wheezed violently; coughing out crimson blood.
These hooligans had been served a stern warning by Sheyan. However, the underlings under Baoyu were no cowards, anyway, getting caught for selling heroin was much harsher. A hooligan whipped out an army knife, stabbing straight against Sheyan. Unexpectedly, Sheyan was even too lazy to dodge the knife, allowing himself to be stabbed, as he gripped his wrist instead; twisting it mercilessly like twisting a cloth! The hooligan’s wrist rotated a full 180 degrees, his eyes swelling with anguish. After a brief stunned expression, he cried out in agony. Sheyan then gave him a tight slap, as he stumbled to the ground. Rolling several rounds along the floor, he covered his face in despair, as blood trickled out from his ears.
As Baoyu witnessed this scene unfolding, he was so afraid his eyes turned blank. Yet, he had killed others before, gritting his teeth as he reached out from a pistol at his waist. Instead, a shadow casted over his vision, before a body crashed down against him. Startled and off guard, he tried to block with his hands but still sprawled to the ground from the impact. When he finally stood up, Sheyan was already behind him with a mighty hand locked against his wrist. Sheyan coldly started.
“Bao Tianshen, you want to kill me with this gun?”
Thinking that Sheyan was only a loose vessel and not someone that associated with an underground organization, Baoyu defiantly roared out.
“If you dare, kill me!”
Sheyan calmly replied.
“Of course, but not you only, I’ll kill everyone.”