Chapter 1: The paralyzed big boxer

“I heard that besides Zhang Wuji, there are no other protagonists named Zhang. So I’m writing one. Zhang Wuji’s life was too stifling, so this book’s main theme is not being stifled, doing whatever you want, whenever you want!”

“Also, this book was banned for half a year in the early stages because it cursed a certain island nation too fiercely. The author has revised it many times, so if later readers feel that a certain section doesn’t connect Before and After, please bear with it.”

Zhang Wei woke up in a daze, habitually wanting to stretch.

“Hmm? What’s going on?”

He couldn’t stretch. As soon as his upper body moved, he was forcefully pressed back by a restraining force.

Everything in front of him was dark. He twisted his body and found that he seemed to be tied up.

Zhang Wei immediately cursed.

“CNM, who tied me up?”

He shook his head, trying hard to recall.

He only remembered drinking at a barbecue stall, getting drunk, having a few drinks with some strangers, and then being vaguely helped into a van.

“Damn it,” Zhang Wei thought, realizing something was wrong. “Could it be an old enemy trying to get me?”

At this moment, he was completely awake. The surroundings were pitch black. He struggled with his limbs and found himself tied face down on something.

“Which bastard is so immoral as to put knockout drops in the wine?”

With his alcohol tolerance, although he couldn’t claim to be immune to a thousand drinks, a few bottles of beer shouldn’t have made him that drunk. It was likely someone played a dirty trick on him.

He struggled hard and found that his hands and feet were tied tightly. Even with his brute strength, it was completely useless.

While he was wrestling with the ropes, footsteps suddenly sounded, followed by the opening of a door. He quickly stopped struggling and tilted his head, the only part of his body he could move, outwards.

Click!

Someone was turning on the light.

Sure enough, his eyes lit up. He quickly closed his eyes, feigning unconsciousness, his ears twitching. Based on the footsteps in the room, there should be four people.

Two footsteps were slightly heavier, likely men. The other two made a clacking sound when they walked, likely women wearing high heels.

“Our luck is good this time. I went out for a drink last night, and someone intentionally offered themselves up. I just knocked him out. This person is really stupid, haha.”

A man’s voice said.

Zhang Wei didn’t dare to open his eyes. Hearing that voice, he instantly remembered; it was indeed the voice of one of the people he had been drinking with.

“Damn it,” he thought. “Listening to this bastard, it’s not an old enemy seeking revenge. So why did these people tie me up? We have no grievances.”

“He is stupid enough to drink with strangers.”

This voice was a bit older, probably around thirty or forty years old.

“Push him to the operating room. He’ll be useful. Consider him unlucky.”

Zhang Wei’s mind raced, and then he felt the thing he was tied to move, turning around.

He squinted his eyes into a tiny slit, imperceptibly glancing around. Due to the angle, he only saw a few lower bodies.

All four people were wearing white lab coats.

Click, clack!

The sound of high heels on the floor was like a death knell. The two men walked in the opposite direction of Zhang Wei’s tilted head.

Zhang Wei blinked, seeing a smooth wall, which must be a corridor. Through the reflection on the wall, he saw that he was tied to a gurney.

The gurney was slowly pushed forward, and Zhang Wei lay motionless on it.

He wasn’t panicked at all now. He let these people push him, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

The gurney turned another corner and entered a brightly lit room. The people didn’t speak, and there was a rustling sound of things being handled in the room.

Click! The door closed, and a slight breeze blew, sweeping across Zhang Wei’s face.

They had turned around; all four were not facing him.

Zhang Wei opened his eyes and quickly surveyed the room.

It was a small, enclosed room. The large overhead light made his eyes go white.

However, he still clearly saw the situation in the room: the two men and two women were facing away from him, arranging various surgical instruments on a small table.

“Damn it, it seems they’re going to lay their hands on me.”

With a ruthless thought, he didn’t make any useless struggles. The people finally finished preparing, and then Zhang Wei felt a chill on his back as his clothes were lifted.

His lower back skin felt cold; someone was applying something there, probably alcohol or something similar.

Zhang Wei’s heart grew calmer. His skin trembled slightly, and he clearly sensed a sharp object moving towards him. In a flash of lightning, he suddenly pulled in his waist and abdomen, tensing his muscles.

Hiss.

The surgical knife scraped across Zhang Wei’s lower back, making a grinding sound.

The person was stunned. He had made a cut, and although he hadn’t used full force, the sharp surgical knife hadn’t cut in. It only left a white mark on Zhang Wei’s body.

The opportunity came. Zhang Wei suddenly extended his arm, twisting his forearm to exert force.

Click, click, click, three loud pops.

Zhang Wei’s shoulder, elbow, and wrist joints made three distinct sounds, like someone clapping loudly.

As he exerted force, his arm, which was completely fixed by the rope, suddenly extended forward, and his entire arm inexplicably grew three inches longer.

Three inches was enough. Three inches was a life. The surgical cart was waist-high, and with this stretch of his claw, Zhang Wei happened to grab one person’s philtrum.

The person, whose knife hadn’t cut Zhang Wei, was stunned and about to try another cut when a sharp pain suddenly came from below, causing him to involuntarily let out a scream.

“Ah!”

The pig-like scream startled the other people. Zhang Wei’s skin trembled slightly, and he clearly sensed that the other people’s bodies visibly jumped.

He sneered inwardly and squeezed his five fingers inward with force.

Pfft.

It was like crushing a pigeon’s egg. The person hadn’t even made the second cut. With Zhang Wei’s squeeze, the severe pain continued from below, and his knife-holding hand reflexively pulled back.

Zhang Wei released his grip on the testicle and, facing the person’s hand that was trying to protect his crotch, grabbed his wrist.

Why wasn’t he panicked even though he was tied up? Because he was a Great Boxer who had mastered skin training.

Once skin training was mastered, his skin was tougher than leather, and his skin perception was like a golden cicada, able to discern the direction of even a gentle breeze. His psychic perception was far beyond ordinary people, allowing him to move unhindered even with his eyes closed and ears plugged.

This was also why he could generally know the situation of the people in the room even with his eyes closed.

With a grab and a hold, Zhang Wei grasped the person’s retreating hand. He twisted his five fingers lightly, and a small knife fell into his hand.

How could he miss such an opportunity? He flipped his wrist and slashed the small knife back.

The sharp blade cut through the rope tied to his wrist. He felt his arm loosen, and Zhang Wei was overjoyed. With just a push, the rope binding his right arm broke open.

Bang, bang, bang.

In a flash of lightning, before the other people could react, his freed right arm slashed upwards, cutting through most of the ropes binding his body.