Murders in multiple remote areas?
Fang Qingyu put away his phone and, as he delivered his next order, involuntarily recalled the rainy night alley on his way home that day.
He did seem to see black characters that day.
However, it was night already, and black on black made it impossible to be completely sure.
It seems I can't take shortcuts home these days.
Fang Qingyu raised his guard slightly regarding this.
It wasn't a big fuss.
He had occasionally seen such news when he was studying, where a certain area would be designated as a dangerous zone.
They would say a murderer had escaped from prison or something.
Fang Qingyu had gotten used to it.
It was almost 7 PM.
After buying two loaves of bread at a convenience store, Fang Qingyu sat on his Electric Bike, looking at the atlas.
Congratulations! Your professional Basic Skill, 'Electric Bike Driving,' has reached Lv.2, granting you one attribute point.
Profession: Delivery Driver Lv.1 (33/100)
Professional Basic Skill: Electric Bike Driving Lv.2 (1/200)
The Electric Bike skill's progress was quite fast in the rain.
It leveled up a day earlier than expected.
In that case, if he leveled up his fitness skill tonight, it would at least be enough for the high-intensity training of the next few days.
However, using attribute points to replace the effects of massage was not a long-term solution after all.
He still needed to earn money as soon as possible.
Fang Qingyu focused his gaze on speed.
He clicked the plus sign next to it.
This time, it wasn't a gamble.
Even if increasing speed couldn't alleviate physical fatigue, he could still gain another point by exercising tonight.
However, just as he had guessed before.
Strength, Physique, and Speed were all attributes related to the physical body.
It was just that their focus was different.
When the warm current surging from his feet disappeared, Fang Qingyu opened his eyes.
He had grown stronger again...
Speed: 8.4 → 9.4
At this point, all three physical attributes had broken the 9.0 mark.
Fang Qingyu felt he could now beat a bull to death.
However, after understanding the intensity of the Ordinary Class...
This was far from enough.
He had to become even stronger!
Fang Qingyu put away his phone, turned off the order-taking function, went home to change into a shirt and trousers, and began to rush to the bar.
He glanced at the time; it was almost eight o'clock.
He hurriedly took the walkie-talkie from Little Four and went to his area to start his shift.
Fang Qingyu's lower back was pressed against the cold steel pillar, his eardrums tingled slightly with the vibration of the subwoofer, and four laser beams cut through the twisting bodies on the dance floor, reflecting an eerie purplish-red in the champagne mist.
What was originally a tedious job was exceptionally interesting on the atlas.
Looking at the crowd in front...
Fang Qingyu suddenly felt as if he had grown a little taller.
His increasingly robust physique prevented the frantic crowd in front from getting close to the DJ booth.
Unlike before, he used to be pulled back and forth with the crowd.
Especially when the DJ called for everyone to jump, he would just be squeezed into the crowd.
In a short while.
The people in front looked at Fang Qingyu resentfully.
They used to be able to touch the DJ's small hand, but now they were ruthlessly separated by this man.
Fang Qingyu ignored them.
He strictly carried out his work duties.
The revelry lasted until two in the morning.
Only then did Fang Qingyu hand over the walkie-talkie and get off work.
However, as he walked out the back door, Fourth Brother suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Qing Zi, do you want to go for a late-night snack with me before heading back?"
Fang Qingyu was slightly startled, then smiled and shook his head.
"Next time, Fourth Brother, I have something to do tomorrow morning, so I need to go back and rest early. I'll find a time to treat you another day."
"Alright then."
Little Four didn't say anything more.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyu pushed open the back door and walked towards the Electric Bike nearby.
......
Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly found that the rear tire was completely flat.
A screwdriver was stuck in the tire.
At this point, Fang Qingyu finally understood why Little Four had suddenly asked him to eat a late-night snack.
"You're finally off work."
Two people walked from inside and outside the alley.
Fang Qingyu stood up and looked, seeing a familiar term.
Liao Tang Group Branch Manager
It was the same man in a suit who had caused trouble at the bar a few days ago.
Shen Rui appeared from the darkness with his men, looking at Fang Qingyu ferociously.
That day, besides being caught and dealt with by Brother Qiao, he also paid half of the money for the 10% discount for the entire bar!!!
He had originally intended to swallow this loss.
After all, Brother Qiao was someone he couldn't afford to provoke.
But he didn't expect that the young man who grabbed his hand that day wasn't Brother Qiao's subordinate.
Now, he had a place to vent his anger.
Fang Qingyu ignored what he said and turned to scan his surroundings.
He casually picked up a wooden stick.
When he was a child and had a brain disorder, he often forgot things.
He might forget what a friend he just made yesterday told him the next day.
Over time, fewer and fewer people were willing to play with him.
The nickname 'Big Fool' was also placed on his head.
Those who understand, understand.
When there's someone in class nicknamed 'Big Fool'.
Then he becomes the target of bullying for those boys who desperately need a sense of presence.
It was also at that time that Fang Qingyu learned how to fight.
His gaze swept over the four people who had surrounded him from front and back.
Very good...
They were all ordinary people.
Then today would be a good day to test the results of his martial arts training.
Seeing that Fang Qingyu ignored him, Shen Rui's face instantly darkened.
It didn't matter; he wasn't begging for mercy now.
When he knelt down later, he would naturally bow his head.
He had seen too many people like this.
"Go!"
At his command.
Everyone rushed over together, not putting Fang Qingyu in their eyes at all.
Even though Fang Qingyu was holding a wooden stick.
After all, group fights were their strong suit.
If they all went at once, even if one of them took a few hits, the others could hold the opponent down.
Then it would be their time to vent.
As for losing, they didn't even consider that possibility.
Who could instantly knock out two people head-on and also defend against two others sneaking up from behind?
Do you think you're a soldier king?
However, they didn't expect... Fang Qingyu's specialty was group fights.
The kind where one person fights a group!
The two people directly in front were already upon him, their fists heading straight for his head.
This was the most common area to be dazed by a hit.
Fang Qingyu naturally couldn't not defend.
He stepped his left foot to the right, which, while not completely dodging, prevented him from being hit in the head.
Bang--
As his left shoulder took a punch, the wooden stick in Fang Qingyu's hand also struck the head of the person on his right.
He just didn't expect it to break with one hit.
Fang Qingyu ignored the person next to him who was still swinging punches at him, pressing forward, taking advantage of the person on his right being dazed, grabbing the opponent's collar, and punching their jaw repeatedly...
"Damn it, get him!!"
The people rushing from behind also arrived. Seeing Fang Qingyu beating his companion to death, two of them tried to grab Fang Qingyu's arms, one on each side.
The last person kicked fiercely at Fang Qingyu...
Unexpectedly, he kicked out and couldn't retract his leg.
Fang Qingyu had turned his head at some point, his armpit clamping the opponent's leg. Ignoring the punches from the two people next to him, he raised his right hand and smashed it down on the shin bone.
"Ah--"
The person being hit instantly let out a miserable scream.
Fang Qingyu also took two punches to the face, but he didn't feel much pain. Only after smashing four or five punches, feeling it was enough, did he release the leg in his hand, grab the clothes of one of the people next to him, and struggled to stand up.
At this moment, the opponent was a black punching bag.
No matter how much he was kicked around, or how much the person opposite him was hitting him, Fang Qingyu simply ignored it, raising his right hand and smashing it into the opponent's face.
It only took two punches, and the opponent lay on the ground, clutching his chin and wailing...
Whew...
Fang Qingyu breathed slightly, then turned to look at the last person, Shen Rui.
The ruthlessness accumulated from being bullied for so many years had been completely unleashed.
Without waiting for Shen Rui to speak, Fang Qingyu charged forward.
Things like Hidden Dragon Stance and Basic Fist Technique were cast aside.
He just wanted Shen Rui to be afraid now.
Only by making the opponent utterly terrified would they not continue to trouble him in the future.
This trick had been tested from childhood to adulthood, and it worked every time.
He raised his fist and directly smashed the opponent's glasses to smithereens.
"Don't..."
Shen Rui had just uttered one word when the second punch smashed into his eye socket.
Fang Qingyu only focused on smashing punches into the opponent's face.
He completely disregarded where he was hitting.
Only when he felt a strong stinging pain in his fist, and a small piece of lens embedded in his flesh, did he stop the frequency of his left and right punches...
And Shen Rui's face was already unrecognizable at this moment.
He was scared.
Fang Qingyu looked at the fear in Shen Rui's swollen eyes and also smiled.
Then, he pulled out the lens from his fist.
He gently placed it on Shen Rui's neck.
He directly gripped it with his palm, using the lens to pinch the opponent's neck.
His hoarse voice whispered a single sentence.
"Next time, I'll kill you..."