sbdcsierra Chapter 32: Dislocate another arm from the blond-haired guy, so he'll learn his lesson!
Chapter 32: Dislocate another arm from the blond-haired guy, so he'll learn his lesson!
Chapter 32: Dislocate the other arm of the blond-haired guy, so he'll learn his lesson!
All I could see was that black sofa with torn leather.
Golden Hair took a drag of his cigarette and said with great enthusiasm, "See the injury on my hand? It was from a fight with a guy who's been practicing martial arts for over ten years. But that guy also suffered serious internal injuries and ended up in the hospital."
There were quite a few people surrounding the blond-haired man.
There were energetic young men who were present that day, as well as unfamiliar energetic young men, and several energetic young women.
Those girls, with cigarettes dangling from their mouths and their arms embroidered with various names, were clearly the most toxic kind of girls.
Chen Mo shook his head; these young women were no match for the ones around him.
The blond-haired man was still recounting the battle that day with great enthusiasm, describing himself as a powerful war god.
The few energetic young men around him who weren't present all looked at him with admiration.
Several young women praised him repeatedly, their voices sweet and cloying, as they moved closer to the golden retriever.
Chen Mo looked at the blond-haired guy in front of him who hadn't even noticed him yet and was bragging, and immediately laughed.
He really didn't expect that this guy would still go to the billiards hall with a broken hand, and even dare to use his hand injury as a record to brag.
Is this what they call a case of enemies meeting on a narrow road?
However, there are only a few billiard halls in a small county town, and these energetic young men like to play billiards, so it's not unusual to run into them at night.
The girls around Chen Mo also saw this scene and all paused slightly.
Xiao Ning, in particular, couldn't help but purse her lips, her eyes filled with fear, clearly still haunted by the memory of that blond-haired man.
Chen Mo noticed this, reached out and patted Xiao Ning's head, and smiled: "It's okay."
After being stroked, Xiao Ning felt a sense of security and raised her head like a kitten, nodding vigorously.
The golden retriever was still excitedly saying, "Next time I see him, I'm going to beat him to a pulp!"
The young men who had never seen him before admired him greatly and echoed his sentiments.
The young men who had seen him remained silent; they knew Hao was just showing off, and at this point, they should just listen quietly.
At this moment, the young man, whom I had never seen before, patted his chest and said, "Brother Hao, don't worry. When I see him next time, you won't even need to lift a finger; I'll take him down."
A spirited young man in the crowd turned his head unintentionally and saw Chen Mo.
His eyes widened instantly, as if he had seen a ghost. He stood frozen in place, mouth agape, pointing in Chen Mo's direction.
The blond-haired man sitting on the sofa frowned. He said he was tired and was going to take a break. So, while unwrapping a betel nut package and stuffing it into his mouth, he said in a nonchalant tone, "What's wrong with you, kid? You look like you've seen a ghost."
After saying that, he casually turned his head and looked in the direction the energetic young man was looking.
Then he saw Chen Mo smile slightly at him.
The blond-haired man let out a loud "howl" and jumped up from the sofa. As if he had seen a ghost, he scrambled and hid behind the sofa.
His still-intact arm supported him on the ground, his body trembling, and the color drained from his face. He was completely different from his previous arrogant self, looking as if he had seen the King of Hell.
The group of unfamiliar young women and men were stunned by what they saw, not understanding what was wrong with this blond-haired guy.
Someone asked, "Brother Hao, what's wrong?"
The blond-haired man's mouth trembled, and his voice shook: "It was him—he beat my hand like this."
Those inexperienced young men immediately widened their eyes and stood up straight.
They looked Chen Mo up and down. He was alone, dressed neatly, with a few girls by his side, and didn't seem particularly special.
Then, they grabbed billiard cues, benches, and beer bottles from the table, and charged at Chen Mo, surrounding him.
The leader, a young man with blond hair and a sharp physique, pointed a billiard cue at Chen Mo's chest, his attitude extremely arrogant: "You little brat, you broke my brother Hao's hand?"
The girls behind Chen Mo were startled and instinctively took a half step back.
Chen Mo stepped to the side, blocking them all behind him.
The golden retriever behind the sofa, seeing this, widened its eyes in terror and cried out, "No—come back! Come back!"
He was terrified.
He is now filled with regret; he shouldn't have boasted just now.
This is terrible!
The key is that these people will be beaten to a pulp later, so don't drag yourself into it!
The young men who had been beaten that day also hid behind the sofa, watching with terrified expressions, none of them daring to stand up.
Chen Mo didn't waste any words.
He took a step forward.
The billiard cue came crashing down from above, but he dodged it by tilting his head. He grabbed the cue with his right hand and pulled, and the energetic young man stumbled and lunged at him. Chen Mo's knee had already pierced his abdomen.
With a muffled groan, the man bent over and slumped down.
A beer bottle came flying from the side. Chen Mo raised his hand to block it, and the bottle shattered on his forearm, scattering glass shards all over the ground. There wasn't even a red mark on his arm.
He slapped the man who had smashed the bottle across the face, sending him spinning around before collapsing onto the billiard table, scattering the balls across the surface.
The third person who rushed up was kicked in the chest, and he flew backward, knocking over the chair next to the billiard table behind him.
Less than a minute.
Several people were lying haphazardly on the ground, some clutching their stomachs, some hugging their legs, and some covering their faces, groaning in pain.
The entire billiard hall fell silent, save for their screams echoing through the air.
Everyone playing pool at the other tables stopped and turned to look in their direction.
Their expressions showed no fear, but rather a kind of gleeful enjoyment of watching a spectacle.
These people had long been fed up with the arrogance of these young men. If it weren't for the fact that there were only a few billiard halls in the county, they wouldn't want to be around these people at all.
Seeing someone beat them up like that was incredibly satisfying.
However, they were even more surprised by Chen Mo's skills. He took on seven or eight people by himself without even breaking a sweat, which was simply not normal.
Even the proprietress was watching the commotion at the front desk, her knitting needles stopped, and a relieved smile appeared on her lips.
These rascals often come here on credit, and they cause trouble if they're not allowed to set up a table. She's been fed up with them for a long time, and today someone finally stood up for her.
The blond-haired guy hiding behind the sofa saw this scene and felt a chill run down his spine!
Sure enough, it didn't even last a minute.
He knew it would turn out this way.
Chen Mo stepped over the groaning man on the ground and walked toward the blond-haired man.
The blond-haired man stood up from behind the sofa, trembling, with a fawning smile that looked worse than crying. He hunched over, looking like a lapdog.
"Brother—this really has nothing to do with me—I didn't tell them to do it—they did it themselves."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Chen Mo walked up to him, reached out, grabbed his still intact left arm, pressed his thumb into the gap of the elbow joint, and flipped it outward.
Click.
A crisp sound of bones dislocating.
The blond-haired man let out a bloodcurdling scream, bent over, and tears and snot streamed down his face. His arms hung limply at his sides like two broken tree branches.
Chen Mo looked at him calmly.
"Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson. This time, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."
The blond-haired man trembled with pain, letting out muffled howls. His knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, his forehead almost hitting Chen Mo's shoe.
The group of young, inexperienced women had already huddled together in a corner, terrified, watching the scene with shock, barely daring to breathe.
Just moments ago they were praising the blond guy in sweet, coquettish voices, but now their lips are trembling and their eyes are filled with fear.
The girls behind Chen Mo felt completely safe.
As they watched Chen Mo's retreating figure, the light in their eyes shone brighter than the chandelier in the billiard hall.
It was a heartfelt worship and adoration that required no pretense!
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