Book 1: Chapter 82

Book 1: Chapter 82

Fatty looked out the window behind me and asked me how many people there were. I gave him a rough estimate of more than forty people. Fatty exhaled, looked at the stick in his hand, and said to me, "It'll be a tough battle."

I narrowed my eyes. The last time I had the pleasure of fighting like this was at Crescent Hotel when I had to make a good escape. Fatty had been the meat shield and Poker-Faces output was very accurate. That was when we were in the best condition. I remembered that there had been at least thirty people who were beaten down at the time. But the terrain back then was complex, while the terrain here was so flat you could gallop a horse across it. We would definitely be in trouble if we were surrounded.

Fatty leaned against the window and said to me, "Go out and hold them off first. I'll run to the kitchen where there are better weapons. Look, there must be something in their ponchos. Our flesh isnt made of iron. Ill bring the weapons and meet you on the road by the gate. Well run over and start fighting."

I looked outside. We still had some time before they found us. Uncle Two was in another room and I didnt know if I should alert his people. Fatty waved his hand, "People will die."

I thought so, too. Uncle Two's guys were all outlaws, so they might really end up killing those people if they went out to fight them. I glanced at Poker-Face, who was looking at the door with his head tilted. I didnt know what he was looking at.

I also glanced at the door, but I still hadnt figured out the situation yet. At that moment, someone kicked down the door and two or three people rushed in. They had iron hooks in their hands that were as long as their arms.

Fuck me, its a diversion, I secretly cursed. The people outside had attracted our attention while the others had already reached the door. Poker-Face grabbed an iron hook with one hand, moved forward, and pushed his elbow directly into the persons chest. The man made a muffled sound and tried to retreat, but Poker-Face smacked him in the head, causing him to immediately bump into one of the other people. Poker-Face then grabbed the hook and instantly used it to knock the third person to the ground before they even knew what was happening.

In a short period of time, those three people fell to the ground and then five more people rushed in. But the room wasnt that big, so it was instantly packed. Poker-Face turned and threw the hook out, hitting one of them on the forehead. Two people went up and tried to grab him, but fell to the ground instantly, not knowing what happened.

I was all too familiar with fighting. Those guys just now were the main force and were probably their best fighters. I figured that most of these forty-odd people were just here for show. I grinned and started laughing, feeling as if all the unease in my heart was finally being released.

"Take the initiative to attack," I said quietly. At that moment, it felt as if I had returned to the desert. The three of us suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front of those forty people.

We must have looked like evil spirits at that time, because those forty people stepped back in an instant.

After drinking that wine earlier and running the thirty steps to stand in front of those forty people, Fatty and I couldn't breathe. We stopped and gasped for breath while those forty people stood there and watched us.

Poker-Face stopped and handed me a bottle of water.

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TN Notes:

(1) Its a song featured in Kung Fu Hustle but was actually written in 1959 for a historical dance-drama based on the Dagger Society, an anti-Qing secret society who mounted an unsuccessful rebellion in 1855. Youtube link here.