In the pitch-black night, the scrap metal in the abandoned caryard resembled two vast mountains. A yellow Chevrolet Camaro, its headlights illuminating the main entrance, drove through the path between the two mountains. The gate was then closed and chained shut. Under the blue plastic tent, Ma Jun and Baldy heard the engine roar and looked toward the glaring lights.
Wu Changyun sat in the car and did not get out. He counted the number of people nearby and confirmed Wen Jing's current condition.
"You little bastard, turn off the lights!" The bald man picked up a stool on the ground and walked towards Wu Changyun's car.
Wu Changyun could still remember Ma Jun's face. He opened the car door and walked out. The bald man in front of him stepped back slightly when he saw him. To ensure the effect of the filming, Wu Changyun had strengthened his physical training. Now his entire upper body, including the outline of his arms and chest, is supported.
Seeing the bald man's petty appearance, Ma Jun put out the cigarette in his hand, pointed the flashlight at Wu Changyun and shouted, "Did you bring the money?"
Wen Jing, who was tied to the stool, regained consciousness and struggled, making whimpering sounds. Wu Changyun, wearing a pair of black gloves, shielded the flashlight from the way he was being treated and shouted, "Get ready! A friend of mine is on his way from the bank."
Wen Jing was very surprised that the person who came was not Fang Liang. Little did she know that Fang Liang was already in a state of being unable to protect himself at this time.
"You are really a character. Last time I went back, I got scolded by Brother Hao." Ma Jun rubbed the scar at the corner of his mouth with his hand. This was the scar left by the beating he received last time. He still remembers it clearly.
"Why don't I see your country bumpkin friends?" Ma Jun said with a smile.
"Ah, it's you. I was running too fast last time and didn't see you carefully. How come you're injured after not seeing you for a while?"
"Bullshit, it's all your fault." Ma Jun said viciously, and walked up to Wu Changyun with two or three thugs beside him.
"The hatred between us cannot be settled with money. Even if the king of heaven comes today, it will be useless. I want one of your legs." Ma Jun gave an order, and several thugs under the bald man around him greeted Wu Changyun.
Wu Changyun took a slight step back, dodging the blow, and then knocked down the nearest guy with a punch. Wu Changyun fought back as he fought, and the thug launched a kick, but the kick missed, and Wu Changyun grabbed him by the collar and punched him, making him roll his eyes. Every two or three steps Wu Changyun took back, another thug was knocked to the ground. Soon, four or five of them were down.
"Damn, a bunch of trash." Ma Jun whistled, and ten more people got out of the two cars. These ten thugs were carefully selected by Ma Jun. In order to avoid running into Lei Luo's forces, this was Ma Jun's backup plan.
Ma Jun was thoroughly prepared this time. Even though Wu Changyun was alone, he couldn't get close without four or five street fighters. Several of the ten fighters were veterans from underground boxing gyms, whose businesses relied on Ma Jun's influence. Wu Changyun couldn't withstand the beating, and could only maneuver around the complicated terrain of the junkyard.
Wu Changyun held onto the abandoned car door and jumped onto the garbage dump. He kicked the boxer in front of him away and picked up an unknown metal part and smashed it on one of his heads.
"Wu Changyun, if you run again, I will cut this girl's face." Ma Jun took a small dagger and took the rag out of Wen Jing's mouth.
"Just row it, are you trying to scare me?" Wu Changyun cursed in his heart. He would not stand there like a fool and surrender like a warrior. Wu Changyun's usual style was to fight evil with evil, and he would never tolerate the bad habits of people like Ma Jun.
"This has nothing to do with you, what are you doing here?" Wen Jing shouted with all her might.
Wu Changyun heard Wen Jing's cry. The whole thing actually had a lot to do with him. And although the old lady had wronged her granddaughter, she was a good person. Wu Changyun didn't think he was a good person, but he was definitely more righteous than people like Ma Jun. Wu Changyun stood high enough to catch a glimpse of the flashing car lights in the distance. He walked down cautiously and said, "It was the old lady who asked me to save you."
"Are you close to Grandma? Are you here to die just for this?" Wen Jing had lost her mind. Her mind kept flashing back to her biological father's alcoholism, violence, and gambling. If he hadn't abandoned her and her, nothing would have happened. Men always shirk responsibility, and Wen Jing, who had recognized this early on, never considered relying on others.
"If you don't know someone well, you have to pay them back if you owe them a favor."
Wu Changyun shouted. The two were about ten meters apart. Wu Changyun stood alone in the middle of the crowd. At this time, the roar of the car engine was very close. There was a loud "bang" at the entrance of the parking lot. The entire iron gate was knocked away by the Ford Falcon. Fu Shun stepped on the accelerator and rushed into the crowd, forcing back the boxers around Wu Changyun.
"Get out of the car! Get out of the car!"
Fushun opened the car door, and out stepped his fellow apprentices. Long Jichao, holding a stick he had brought from the martial arts department, got out of the car, stood beside Wu Changyun, and said, "Brothers, you're late."
Several taxis arrived shortly after, carrying Wu Changyun's fellow apprentices and friends from other martial arts circles. The entire abandoned depot was filled with groups of martial artists dressed in white training uniforms. Some knew each other, while others were related for generations. The most senior among them was Master Liu, who had previously worked on the same street. His full name was Liu Yukuan.
"Where did this bunch of idle little ruffians come from? How dare they touch my nephew without even asking for my name?" Liu Yukuan waved his hand, and without caring about anything else, a group of young men from the martial arts world rushed forward.
Wu Changyun had previously gathered some information about the original owner's identity and knew he had a mother named Liu, but she was overseas and couldn't be contacted. The two groups clashed, and the most skilled fighters among them were Long Jichao and Liu Yukuan. While the saying goes, "younger is stronger than younger," Liu Yukuan, in his forties, had fists as strong as iron sand.
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