And this flying figure almost crashed into the ceiling!
...
Bang!!
The sound seemed to strike everyone's heart hard! The burly man fell to the ground, his jaw deformed, the bones likely shattered! Without uttering a sound, his head lolled to the side, and he passed out.
A deathly silence fell over the arena! A full half-minute later, two of Young Master Ma's henchmen rushed forward, quickly dragging the burly man back, then cried out in panic, "Young Master Ma! His jaw is broken! And..."
The other hand carrying the burly man—the palm opened limply, but all five fingers were twisted. The henchman's face was filled with horror: "His hand is ruined! All the bones are shattered!"
If a martial arts practitioner breaks a bone in their hand, even if it heals, their skill will be reduced by at least half! In other words... this guy is probably completely crippled!!
"Damn it! Kill that brat!!"
Young Master Ma's men were all ruthless and desperate figures in the underworld. Seeing their companion crippled, they flew into a rage and, without thinking twice, charged at Chen Xiao together!
Amidst the gasps of those around them, even Young Master Xu didn't have time to utter a sound to stop them...
Bang! Bang!
Two loud crashes, and two figures flew out to the left and right! The one on the left slammed into the wall, instantly cracking the outer wall! The one on the right flew over the heads of the onlookers, smashing into the stadium's main entrance and shattering the wooden door!
Chen Xiao stood there, ignoring the horrified looks from those around him, and blankly raised his hands, staring intently at his palms.
Power...is this power?
At that moment, he felt as if he had inexhaustible strength within his body, the feeling of that power filling his entire being... it was simply too... too exhilarating!!
He looked up, staring at Young Master Ma, whose face was ashen and filled with horror, and Chen Xiao grinned:
"I had a great time! How about you?"
...
Countless eyes fell on Chen Xiao—was this guy even human?!
Chapter Fifty-Six: [A Turn of Fortune]
Seeing a police patrol car speeding by on the side of the road, the fat man quickly lowered his head, turned around, and disappeared into a nearby alley.
He was still wearing the coat Chen Xiao had given him that day, with the collar turned up high to cover his face, and he walked quickly along the path with his head down.
Whenever a police car sped by on the road, the fat man was always terrified. Earlier, in a shop by the roadside, he saw the news on TV: the recent prison riot in K City had become a sensational headline! Hundreds of prisoners had escaped en masse, the electronic locks on the prison doors and all electronic monitoring equipment had inexplicably malfunctioned, and the unprepared prison guards were in a complete mess.
According to news reports, this matter has attracted great attention from the authorities, and the entire police force of K City has been mobilized, with all officers canceling their leave and working day and night to search for the escaped fugitive.
As of now, it is unknown. The TV news just now said that the police have captured most of the fugitives and killed several hardened criminals who tried to violently resist arrest!
That news made the fat man's legs go weak: If he got caught, he'd be finished! Such a serious crime would definitely be a wall! Even if he wasn't executed, he'd certainly get life imprisonment!
These past two days, there have been police cars everywhere. Whenever the fat guy sees a police car, his legs go weak!
The fat guy wanted to run away, but... he had no money!
The few bills Chen Xiao gave him that day totaled less than two hundred yuan—after all, Chen Xiao wasn't a rich man, so where would he get so much cash?
The fat man wandered around this secluded road for a long time: he definitely didn't dare to stay in a hotel, and it was impossible to leave K City through official channels. All the train stations and airports must have police presence, and he heard that even the highways leading out of the city had roadblocks.
If you want to run away, you can only find a local gang... and you'll need money!
The fat man patted his pocket; there was still a little over a hundred yuan inside. He'd bought over a dozen steamed buns at a breakfast shop that morning and devoured them all in one sitting—why are prices so high these days! Even a large meat bun cost a yuan…
Looking up, I saw an ATM outside a bank on the side of the road.
It was as if the fat man was destined to survive. Just as he was in despair and confusion, his eyes darting around, when suddenly his eyes lit up!
There was a black wallet on the ground in front of the ATM!
The wallet suddenly jumped into the fat man's line of sight. At that moment, it seemed that the only thing in the world he could see was the wallet!
His heart started racing, and the fat man stared wide-eyed for a long time before he came to his senses.
May the Bodhisattva protect you!
The fat man looked around furtively, making sure no one noticed what was on the ground. He jogged over, first pretending to be nonchalant, stepping on the wallet, then glancing around to make sure no one was watching him before pretending to squat down to tie his shoelaces, quickly reaching out and grabbing the wallet.
The feeling of happiness in holding a leather wallet in his hand... at that moment, the fat man almost felt his legs go weak.
My heart was pounding, and I silently prayed for divine protection. After opening it...
"..." The fat man's mouth gaped open, and he froze instantly.
There wasn't a single cash bill in my wallet! There was only a bank card and a few other random things like gym or restaurant membership cards.
...Damn it, there was another condom in the hidden compartment!!
Pooh!
The fat man spat angrily! How shameless! To actually keep a condom in one's wallet... that person must be a pervert!
My chubby uncle is already twenty-six years old, and he's still a virgin...
Unwilling to give up, he squeezed it again, only to pull out an ID card from the other compartment of his wallet.
The fat man swallowed hard, glancing around furtively. The street was relatively quiet, with few pedestrians and no one paying any attention to the fat man standing by the roadside.
The fat man's palms were sweaty; he clutched the ID card in one hand and his wallet in the other, his eyes fixed on the bank card inside the wallet...