Chapter 106 I Like It More

The people under the wall listened to the boss and took whatever was at hand, and someone even found a bench leg with a nail on it.

No, if this continues I’ll become a living target.

Yu Chucheng carefully grabbed Yuanyuan's clothes to prevent her from falling.

The big yellow dog behind him was panting non-stop.

Yu Chucheng's solar plexus was throbbing, and he was about to jump down.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard outside the alley.

The scarred-faced men couldn't help but stop what they were doing and looked back.

A tall figure appeared around the corner.

Duan Huaijin's clothes were zipped up, his hair was blown messily behind his ears by the wind, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, shining in the sunlight.

Found it.

Duan Huaijin looked at Yu Chucheng and Yuanyuan squatting on the wall, and his heart finally settled down.

But then his eyes turned to the four debt collectors in the alley.

"Duan Huaijin, hurry up and leave, they have something in their hands!" Yu Chucheng reminded loudly.

If he and Yuanyuan really have no other options, they can jump into the yard, but what if this group of people go after Duan Huaijin?

Scarface smiled grimly, "We haven't even looked for you yet, but you came to our door. In that case, just pay your dad back for this month, and I'll let you go."

Yu Chucheng's heart tightened. He remembered that when Duan Huaijin was picked on by two debt collectors in the Internet cafe, he had no power to fight back and didn't even know how to hide. What's more, there were four people today.

No, I want to go down and help him.

Yu Chucheng told Yuanyuan, "Stay up there and don't move. Make sure you don't fall down."

Yuanyuan nodded repeatedly, watching Yu Chucheng try to move his feet down, her whole face wrinkled with nervousness.

Yu Chucheng tried several times, but it didn't work. The wall was quite high, and without any debris to cushion it, his bones might not be able to withstand it if he jumped down directly.

Yu Chucheng was just about to try again in a different position.

"Just sit still and don't move." Duan Huaijin stood at a distance and said without letting anyone question him. His lips were straight. "I can handle these people."

"Hey! Boss, he looks down on us!" The scar-faced younger brother added fuel to the fire.

"Let's go together. I want to see how capable he is!" Scarface gave an order, and several people rushed forward with weapons in their hands.

"Take my stick!" The non-mainstream gangster who was in the front swung his stick in the air.

Duan Huaijin didn't dodge and caught it with his bare hands.

The sound of sticks hitting flesh echoed in the empty alley.

Yu Chucheng's heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand, getting tighter and tighter with every breath he took.

Duan Huaijin grabbed the man's stick and pulled it hard, but the gangster refused to let go, so Duan Huaijin pulled him in front of him and punched him twice in the stomach.

Before he could even let out a cry of pain, Duan Huaijin kicked him, causing him to stumble backwards and knock down one of his companions.

Scarface was also a ruthless character before. He could tell at a glance that Duan Huaijin was quite capable, so he waited for his younger brothers to go first while he waited on the sidelines for an opportunity.

Yuanyuan sat on the wall in a daze, "The brother upstairs... is so awesome."

Yu Chucheng was also a little shocked. Duan Huaijin was only nineteen years old now, but his fighting moves were not sloppy at all. Each move hit the opponent's vital points directly, and he looked very skilled.

This was completely different from the Duan Huaijin he had seen in the Internet cafe before.

Duan Huaijin's eyes were frighteningly gloomy.

Even if he was unarmed, two more people would not be his match.

However, these debt collectors were not completely pushovers. They covered their stomachs, looked at each other, and then spread out to surround Duan Huaijin.

Yu Chucheng gritted his teeth.

No, he couldn't just stand there and watch.

Duan Huaijin dodged the fist coming towards him by leaning sideways, grabbed the man's hair and kicked him. The man immediately started bleeding from his nose and retreated while howling like a pig being slaughtered.

The other one just acted like a rogue, bending down to hug Duan Huaijin and entangle him, leaving the rest to his accomplice who was holding a stick.

Duan Huaijin kicked away the person who was about to swing the stick.

Scarface, who had been waiting for the opportunity, saw this and picked up a chair with a broken leg and smashed it hard on Duan Huaijin's back, "You're done! Let's see how you can dodge this!"

"Stop!" Yu Chucheng had just landed on the ground. His pupils suddenly shrank when he saw this scene. Without time to think, he rushed over and raised his arm to block it.

Looking at the chair falling on his head, Yu Chucheng closed his eyes instinctively.

However, the expected pain did not come.

Scarface was holding the chair in his hand, and as if he was fixed in place, he maintained the posture of smashing it down with stiff movements.

A whiff of fresh bamboo scent brushed past Yu Chucheng's nose, and the next second, an overwhelming amount of S-level pheromones surged over from behind Yu Chucheng like a tide.

Amid the gangster's screams, Duan Huaijin bent the other's fingers that were clinging to him to 90 degrees, turned around and grabbed the chair in Scarface's hand.

“Bang—Crack!”

The chair was thrown against the wall next to it and broke into pieces.

Scarface gasped with his mouth wide open, as if the surroundings had been sucked into a vacuum. Within a few seconds, his face turned liver color due to lack of oxygen, and saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Duan Huaijin raised his hand and grabbed Scarface’s neck.

If murder wasn't against the law, or if he didn't want to scare Yu Chucheng, this man would have been a corpse by now.

"Don't be like that."

Yu Chucheng breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and supported his knees with one hand, and tugged at Duan Huaijin's clothes with the other hand.

His knees hurt a little. Even though he put his hands on the wall and tried to shorten the distance between himself and the ground, his legs still felt a sting when he landed, and they were still trembling slightly.

Duan Huaijin stared at the scarred face, slowly releasing the strength in his hands, and the manic pheromones around him gradually subsided.

Scarface finally got a chance to catch his breath. A circle of marks appeared on his neck. He sat down on the ground, gulping for fresh air as if he had survived the ordeal.

Several of his younger brothers also collapsed here and there, dizzy from the surge of pheromones, and unable to stand up.

"Boss, he, he's S-rank, we can't beat him, what should we do now?"

Duan Huaijin glanced over, and sweat suddenly poured out on his scarred face. He stepped back in embarrassment, speaking incoherently, "I, I want to call the police. You actually released pheromones in public."

Yu Chucheng shook his phone and hissed softly, "Don't bother, I've already registered for you."

Soon, the police car stopped at the entrance of the alley.

The police looked at the pale-faced people lying against the wall, then looked at Duan Huaijin who was unharmed and Yu Chucheng who was squatting beside him to comfort Yuanyuan, and asked uncertainly, "Who called the police?"

Yu Chucheng: “Me.”

One of the hooligans, with a purple spot on the corner of his mouth, cried, "Comrade police, we are actually the victims."

The police recognized the scarred face with a broken eyebrow. He was the one who had arrested this guy before. He didn't expect to meet him here again.

Two policemen showed their handcuffs and dragged the men away. "If you have anything to say, come with me to the police station and talk."

"Police, police comrade, we really didn't hurt anyone this time!"

"Stop talking nonsense and go!"

As soon as everyone else left, Yuanyuan ran over and grabbed Yu Chucheng's clothes.

Yu Chucheng patted her hands and said, "Don't worry, the bad guys have been driven away."

Duan Huaijin's eyes fell on the scraped back of Yu Chucheng's hand, "Your hand..."

"It's okay." Yu Chucheng waved his hand nonchalantly, "This minor injury will heal tomorrow."

Duan Huaijin didn't say anything, but his brows were tightly furrowed.

Yu Chucheng stared at his nose and didn't blink for a long time.

The alley was quite deep, with houses on both sides. The sunlight outside could only shine half way in, and the boundary between light and dark was right at their feet.

Just now, Yu Chucheng had really planned to jump to the other side of the wall. Rather than being psychologically afraid, he didn't want to be a target for others to practice on.

But the moment Duan Huaijin appeared, he felt that the whole world had quieted down, as if the other party had some kind of magical power that made him feel at ease.

Although this was the first time he saw Duan Huaijin hitting someone, and it was completely beyond his imagination, he had to admit that Duan Huaijin like this was also very attractive to him, and he seemed to like him more.

Yu Chucheng held Duan Huaijin's hand with his injured hand, feeling Duan Huaijin's warm palm and the beating of his pulse.

Without thinking deliberately, everything happens naturally and the body follows the strongest desire of the heart.

Yu Chucheng raised his head, and just before his lips touched Duan Huaijin, he raised his hands to cover Yuanyuan's eyes.