Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 297: The Rogue Using Equipment

Iron Head clapped the steel pipe in his hand, the clear clang of metal ringing sharply in the night.

The scar on his face squirmed like a red worm as he sneered, "I thought you drove here, was waiting for you in the parking lot, turns out you took a cab, almost let you slip away."

Xu Xiangbei laughed, "Where’s the other guy? Why didn’t that guy come?"

Iron Head gritted his teeth, "He’s a coward, not fit to roll with us."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled, surrounded by so many people, yet not caring at all, he tossed the cigarette stub to the ground, stomping it out, "Do your bosses know you’re acting so recklessly?"

Iron Head sneered coldly, "Don’t mention our boss, he’s been fooled by you, and besides..."

"Besides what?"

Iron Head squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "And besides, he’s old."

Judging from Iron Head’s disdainful expression, it seemed this group had not received authorization from Boss Peng to gang up on him.

Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei felt a bit of sympathy for Boss Peng, understanding why Boss Peng didn’t dare go to the hospital despite his impotence.

Iron Head and these guys were a bunch of cold-blooded bastards; they did not respect their boss, and Boss Peng’s control over them was growing weaker.

If these people knew of Boss Peng’s impotence, not only would they mock him, they might even rebel against him because of it.

"If Boss Peng hears what you just said, he’ll be heartbroken."

Whoosh, the sound of wind rushed from behind, seven or eight steel pipes swinging towards Xu Xiangbei’s back.

Xu Xiangbei spun around as if he had eyes on his back, grasping the wrists of two large men, one being the guy whose arm he almost broke in the morning.

In the morning, Xu Xiangbei held back, but this time...

Crack, a clear bone-cracking sound came from the two large men’s wrists, and simultaneously, they let out piercing screams. With an effortless twist, Xu Xiangbei spun them around like windmills, slamming them into their companions like flying human pillars.

Before Iron Head could react, Xu Xiangbei had already dispatched all eight large men who ambushed him from behind, leaving them moaning in agony, clutching their arms and legs, shivering in pain on the ground.

Iron Head felt beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat away.

He had always thought that being knocked down by Xu Xiangbei earlier was due to his own lack of preparation and Xu Xiangbei’s sneak attack.

But watching helplessly as Xu Xiangbei took down his companions, Iron Head realized he was powerless. He couldn’t even see how Xu Xiangbei had done it. By the time he got a clear look, Xu Xiangbei was already standing before him again, smiling calmly.

Three remaining companions stood by his side, but their courage was starting to dwindle. They all looked to Iron Head for instructions, yet Iron Head had no ideas left.

With no turning back, Iron Head raised the steel pipe in his hand, "Brothers, charge!"

Iron Head rushed at Xu Xiangbei with a menacing swing aimed at his head, feeling secretly delighted, thinking, let’s see you act tough now, this hit will lay you flat.

Strangely, as the steel pipe came down, he realized Xu Xiangbei was no longer there—he had only hit a fading shadow.

Three more screams, and three companions fell to the ground. In an instant, only Iron Head and Xu Xiangbei were left standing, everyone else was down.

"So, still want revenge on me?"

Whoosh, Iron Head swung the steel pipe again, but Xu Xiangbei delivered a flying kick, sending Iron Head’s steel pipe flying, followed by another kick to his chest.

Iron Head still had some skill; Xu Xiangbei felt a huge rebounding force, forcing him to unwind it with a backflip.

Iron Head sneered, the muscles on his chest bulging, his strong pectoral muscles rolling like stones.

Xu Xiangbei sneered disdainfully, Iron Head had gone down the path of external hardening, somewhat similar to Boxing King Jason but lacking by comparison.

No matter how strong the muscles, they couldn’t match Jason’s level of withstanding the Reverse Heaven Eight Needles.

Xu Xiangbei’s finger, as fast as lightning, jabbed ferociously at Iron Head’s chest. Xu Xiangbei was very confident, just like in the KTV room earlier, one poke should make Iron Head’s arm drop.

Unexpectedly, this poke felt like poking into something soft, like cotton, lacking any force. How was this possible?

Could it be that Iron Head had trained his muscles to the legendary level of sealed meridians and closed acupoints?

Whoosh, amidst Xu Xiangbei’s shock, he nearly got hit by Iron Head’s fist, his steps slick like oiled lightning, dodging Iron Head’s punch, escaping far away, staring at Iron Head in shock.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei looking at him in horror, Iron Head laughed heartily, pounding his chest like a gorilla.

He taunted, pointing at Xu Xiangbei, laughing wildly, "Come on, poke me, damn it, Lao Zi’s not afraid of you."

Hearing the hollow thumping sound as Iron Head pounded his chest, Xu Xiangbei’s look of shock turned into disdain, "Shameless, what did you stuff in your clothes? Have the guts to take it out and fight properly."

Iron Head proudly unzipped his outer coat, revealing an orange foam protective vest. No wonder his chest felt soft like cotton; it was the protective vest he had poked, not Iron Head’s mastery of some advanced internal technique for moving meridians and closing acupoints.

Earlier at the KTV, having suffered a poke from Xu Xiangbei, knowing his prowess, Iron Head had strapped on the protective vest he used for training—it indeed made a difference.

Xu Xiangbei felt played, "Take it off, shameless, fight with real skills."

Iron Head wore a dead pig not afraid of boiling water expression, "Pfft, it’s the high-tech era now, everything relies on equipment. What’s shameless about wearing a protective vest? In gunfights, who doesn’t wear a bulletproof vest? Can you call them shameless? You’re out of touch, bumpkin."

Xu Xiangbei sighed helplessly, this was truly a high-tech era, everything depended on equipment, no fault in Iron Head wearing a protective vest.

Charging fiercely at Xu Xiangbei, with the protective vest, Iron Head wasn’t afraid to shield himself, launching savage attacks.

Xu Xiangbei’s fists and kicks, and his Reverse Heaven Eight Needles couldn’t penetrate Iron Head’s protective vest, landing him at a disadvantage, restrained, though fortunately his movements were swift, using Bagua steps to evade those hammer-like fists.

Narrowing his eyes, Xu Xiangbei found it troublesome dealing with a rogue relying on equipment, he flicked his toes, picking up a steel pipe from the ground, smashing it down on Iron Head’s head.

The steel pipe slammed hard against Iron Head’s bald head, a powerful rebound shook Xu Xiangbei’s wrist, making it sore, yet Iron Head merely grinned savagely, shaking his head undisturbed. Turns out, he truly lived up to the name Iron Head.