Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 956 - 955: Feigning Weakness to Mislead the Enemy

"Ha, haha, hahahaha!"Yuan He laughed loudly, clenching his fists. He seemed almost deranged.

"So many masters have died, yet this useless one is still alive. What a joke, it's simply a joke! You're called Chu Ge, right? Do you think this is a joke? Hahaha..."

Chu Ge shook his head, "Actually, it's not that funny. This isn't the first time something like this has happened, and it won't be the last."

"Yeah..."

Yuan He lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose, and muttered two words. Suddenly, he threw a punch at Chu Ge's head, without any warning, as swift as a gust of wind.

Chu Ge had anticipated Yuan He's move and quickly tilted his head to dodge the punch. At the same time, he used his shoulder to nudge Yuan He's arm, driving the Butterfly Knife in his hand straight towards Yuan He's chest.

"Bang"

Before the knife tip could hit Yuan He's chest, his right foot kicked Chu Ge's stomach first. Chu Ge staggered back several steps, clutching his stomach and retching, the Butterfly Knife clattering to the ground.

"Impressive, truly impressive. If you weren't injured, your movements might be even faster. I would've been the first to get hit."

Having landed a hit, Yuan He didn't continue to pursue but stood his ground, a superior smirk curling on his lips.

Chu Ge coughed a few times, spitting out bloodied saliva, "Not bad, you have quite the self-awareness."

"Unfortunately, there's not that many 'ifs' in the world. Right now, even standing is a problem for you, saying these things is useless." Yuan He spread his hands, his cold smile intensifying, "Do you know why I don't use a gun?"

"Because using fists feels more satisfying, while guns would be too easy on me?"

Yuan He spat out the gum from his mouth, pressing his fists with both hands, "Not bad, you also have some self-awareness. Seems you're pretty aware of your current predicament. If I don't shatter your bones piece by piece, it would be a disservice to my fallen brothers!"

Chu Ge shrugged, "The obvious is clear as day. But, can you at least let me die enlightened, let me know the truth about that useless one of yours? You guys go to such great lengths for him, it's quite a spectacle."

"That request... I think I can satisfy you." Yuan He nodded, a gentlemanly smile playing on his lips, "After all, the victor is always magnanimous, isn't it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuan He suddenly dashed towards Chu Ge, his body leaping up. His waist and hips twisted forcefully, his left knee raised outward, spinning 360 degrees in mid-air, his right foot aimed straight at Chu Ge's head.

Fast, too fast. Compared to when Li Zheming or Park Sungjin used this move before, it was indescribably quicker. Chu Ge no longer tried to grab the opponent's ankle like before but crossed his arms in front of his face for protection.

"Bang" A solid kick landed on Chu Ge's left forearm, forcing him back several steps, before he finally fell on his back with a loud "thud."

"While the victor is often magnanimous, it should also be at the final moment of victory. When you're down to your last breath, I will surely tell you the answer you want."

Yuan He landed steadily on his feet, speaking calmly, as he stepped towards Chu Ge.

Chu Ge coughed up fresh blood, using his hand to brace on the ground, attempting to rise but only managed slightly before collapsing again, stirring up a slight dust cloud, a weak effort.

Yuan He watched Chu Ge with cold eyes, walking unhurriedly, steadily closing the distance between them.

Finally, Yuan He stood beside Chu Ge, slowly raising his right leg, "Looks like you're still quite spirited. What if I let this foot fall, then?"

As he finished speaking, his right foot came crashing down!

"Thud!"

At the critical moment, Chu Ge barely dodged, and the foot ultimately didn't land on him but stomped beside his leg into the ground, even causing the ground to tremble, leaving a clear footprint.

"Good dodge!" Yuan He cheered loudly, clapping for Chu Ge, "But... how many more times can you dodge?"

The right leg lifted again, descending once more!

This time, Yuan He's white shoe didn't miss but stomped directly onto a wound on Chu Ge's thigh, eliciting a muffled groan from Chu Ge.

"Didn't you dodge? Go on, dodge? Can't do it now?"

Yuan He's foot pressed into Chu Ge's wound, arrogantly tilted his chin up, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.

"Does it hurt? I just want to know if it hurts? If it does, cry out! Don't hold it in!"

Yuan He roared, abruptly lifting his right foot, before slamming it down onto another of Chu Ge's wounds.

The air was filled with Chu Ge's screams, and Yuan He laughed maniacally!

"Yeah! That's it! Scream it out! It won't hurt as much when you scream! Shout! Shout!"

Lift a foot, stomp down, lift again, stomp again! Yuan He's pristine shoes and white trousers were splattered with crimson bloodstains.

Yuan He laughed hysterically, his eyes full of ferocity and madness. He didn't know how many times he had stomped down. As he lifted his foot again, instead of stomping, he made a soccer kick motion, aiming brutally at Chu Ge's waist.

With that kick, Chu Ge was sent flying six or seven meters away. As his right foot landed, a faint bloody footprint was left on the ground. He continued to walk forward, extending that bloody trail towards Chu Ge.

Once again beside Chu Ge, Yuan He bent slightly, punching Chu Ge in the stomach. Watching as Chu Ge raised his head, spewing a mouthful of blood, he grinned fiercely, "Get up! Fight! Aren't you supposed to be able to fight?"

Chu Ge didn't answer, his features somewhat distorted, blood continually spilling from the corners of his mouth, enduring immense pain.

Yuan He stared at Chu Ge for a few seconds, suddenly grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground.

"Didn't you want to die knowing why? Okay, I'll fulfill that wish. I'll tell you exactly what kind of trash Li Zheming is!"

Yuan He paused, then sneered coldly, "I hope you can hold on for a while, better not die before I finish talking."

"The Seven Evil Stars of the South Korean gang, ever heard of them? Li Hutai, the father of that trash, is one of the bosses, and even though he's an illegitimate child, he's still Hutai's son!"

"Remember Park Sungjin? If you hadn't injured him, he wouldn't have died. A Taekwondo master, killed by a petty thief he ran into on his way home while the thief was stealing!"

"Jin Haohun, also one of our Seven Evil Stars members. He worked alongside Brother Hutai since his teens, building up the gang, and he also died! Also at your hands!"

"Now, you've become an informed ghost, die!"

Yuan He tightened his grip on Chu Ge's throat, ready to apply more force, but noticed Chu Ge's lips moving slightly. He raised a finger, as if he had something to say.

Yuan He frowned, his gaze wandering slightly, finally dropping Chu Ge heavily to the ground with a thud.

"Facing death, what else do you have to say?"

To Yuan He, the now-dying Chu Ge posed no threat. Letting him live a little longer, hearing him speak one more time, didn't seem to matter.

"Your... your... body's enhancements... drugs, where... did they come from?"

"You're about to die. Does it matter?" Yuan He sneered, looking impatient. However, seeing the despair mixed with unwillingness in Chu Ge's eyes, he said, "Fine, we bought them from your Hua Country people."

"Who..."

"Honestly, I'd love to fulfill your last request, but sadly..." Yuan He paused, coldly smiling, "I don't even know the answer to that. Any last words?"

Chu Ge slightly shook his head, closing his eyes.

"Then go to hell!"

Yuan He slowly crouched down, clenched his fist, spread his fingers, clenched again, spread them once more, with a sinister smile on his face.

But just as he prepared to slam his fist into Chu Ge's chest, Chu Ge suddenly opened his eyes without warning, his eyes no longer weak and despondent but sharp and fierce, emitting a radiant light!

Yuan He's pupils contracted, unable to react as a sharp pain shot through his lower body. Instantly, cold sweat dotted his forehead, and he let out a piercing wail, falling backward to the ground.

With a full-force kick, Chu Ge didn't dare delay. He immediately pounced on Yuan He, throwing a punch at his temple. In his current state, he couldn't give Yuan He any chance to recover!

Yuan He thought Chu Ge was on the brink of death, incapable of resistance. Such a grave mistake!

To be fair, it wasn't Yuan He's fault for being careless. Anyone else would have thought the same, given Chu Ge's battered and bloody appearance since Yuan He appeared, teetering on the brink, especially after Yuan He's relentless assault.

Unfortunately, he encountered Chu Ge, who had always relied on his cockroach-level resilience and his body's abnormal recovery ability.

Moreover, Yuan He hadn't noticed that while he attacked Chu Ge, Chu Ge was subtly avoiding most of the heavy blows to various degrees.

Then, deliberately feigning weakness, Chu Ge sought info from Yuan He's mouth.

"Bang!"

Chu Ge's round punch landed squarely on Yuan He's temple.