Volume 1: A Stranger in a Foreign Land Chapter 4 Do you want to die?
It's late at night.
Yang Ge sat alone in the front hall of the inn, his chin supported by one hand, staring at the flickering lights in a trance, and tapping the table lightly with the other hand.
Knock, knock, knock...
After an unknown amount of time, the knocking sound suddenly stopped.
Yang Ge raised his head and looked towards the stairs leading to the private room on the second floor.
A burly figure in night clothes appeared there at some point in the night, which was quite scary.
But there was not much intense emotion in Yang Ge's eyes, as if he had already known that there was someone there.
"You are indeed not an ordinary person."
The visitor looked at Yang Ge and said in a low voice... His voice was very deep and light, like the weak call of a patient.
Yang Ge looked at the newcomer calmly and nodded, "Indeed, I'm from Class 2."
The visitor didn't understand his awkward joke and glanced at his eyes in confusion.
But the next second, his attention was drawn to the secret manual of the Wind Kick on the table. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Is this the secret manual of martial arts left behind by 'Death Star' Jiang Kui?"
Yang Ge pushed the secret book towards the newcomer: "It is indeed something left by Hero Jiang."
The visitor saw the cover of the secret book clearly, and with shining eyes he stretched out his hands: "You are smart!"
"Bang."
A rusty axe slammed heavily on the table, blocking the black-clad man's hands that were reaching for the secret book.
The man in black froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Ge with a fierce look in his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Yang Ge looked him straight in the eyes without flinching and said seriously, "I can give you the secret book, but you can't just take it away without any reason, right?"
The man in black rolled his eyes and said contemptuously, "Are you worthy enough to ask someone to leave something behind?"
Yang Ge shook his head and said, "You don't necessarily have to leave anything behind. It's the same if I leave something behind."
The man in black slammed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked down at Yang Ge fiercely: "Do you want to die?"
Yang Ge tilted his head and looked at him, nodding slowly: "To be honest... a little bit!"
When their eyes met, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The next moment, the man in black grabbed the edge of the table and lifted it up suddenly. The square table immediately flipped off the ground and hit Yang Ge.
Yang Ge picked up the axe and kicked the table that was coming towards him.
"Bang."
The solid square table made of old elm wood was shattered into pieces.
In the flash of fire, Yang Ge's long leg kicked out and a fist hit Yang Ge's head, one high and one low, crossed each other.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"puff!"
In an instant, the dull thud of kicking a heavy object, the explosion of a fist hitting empty air, and the sound of spitting blood rang out at the same time... After all, legs are longer than arms!
At that moment, the oil lamp fell to the ground, and the flame flickered a few times before gradually going out.
"Wind-breaking Kick? No, that's impossible!"
The black-clad man's roar of shock and anger came from the darkness.
Yang Ge jumped up and rushed into the darkness with an axe in hand.
"Clang, clang."
"Bang, bang, bang."
"ah!"
"Someone is wrong!"
"Give me a chance..."
In the darkness, there was a loud noise of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, mixed with a few short cries of pain and pleas for mercy.
After more than ten breaths, there was a loud "bang" and a big hole was knocked out of the door of the inn . A figure as panic-stricken as a rat crossing the street flew away and merged into the deep night.
…
Candles were lit in every house around the inn, and shadows of people were moving around everywhere.
In the backyard courtyard, Shopkeeper Liu, who was looking towards the front hall with a lamp in hand, finally mustered up the courage to call out, "Young man, young man, are you there?"
"Boss, I'm here, please come over!"
Hearing Yang Ge's calm voice, Manager Liu's heart, which had been jumping up and down in his throat, suddenly fell back into his chest.
He shielded the oil lamp from the wind and walked quickly through the courtyard gate.
The lights illuminated the front hall, and Shopkeeper Liu immediately spotted Yang Ge, his face covered in blood. He didn't even bother to care for the messy tables and chairs on the floor. He rushed to Yang Ge in two steps, supported him, and said urgently, "What's wrong with you? Sit down quickly. We'll go get a doctor!"
Listening to the buzzing discussions around the inn, Yang Ge grabbed the innkeeper Liu, who was about to go to the backyard to call for help. He shook his head at him and burst into tears, "Innkeeper, the things that guest gave me that day were stolen by the villains!"
Seeing him howling without a single tear, Shopkeeper Liu understood instantly. He slapped his thigh and cried out in grief and indignation, "Damn you! Not only did you steal my things, but you also smashed my inn like this!"
"My old elm square table!"
"My ten-year-old bottle of wine is so fragrant!"
"Oh, my sandalwood abacus, this is what my father left me..."
Seeing him crying bitterly and beating his chest and stamping his feet, it is hard to say that there is any acting involved.
Yang Ge felt guilty when he saw this, and wondered if he had caused trouble for Manager Liu...
As the wailing of Shopkeeper Liu spread out of Yuelai Inn, many lights around him lit up again, and the buzzing noises of discussion became louder.
Soon, a chaotic sound of heavy footsteps came quickly from afar.
Yang Ge turned his head to look at the broken door of the inn, and saw a team of patrolling soldiers appear outside the door.
"Who are you and why are you disturbing us in the middle of the night?"
The leading officer walked slowly into the inn, holding his sword at his waist. He frowned and looked at the front hall while asking in a cold voice.
Yang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and took a step forward to answer.
But the shopkeeper Liu suddenly pulled him behind him, stepped over him and went to meet him, bowing repeatedly and saying in a plaintive voice: "Sir, you have come at the right time. Look at our Yuelai Inn. What a sin it has done. In broad daylight, we have been harmed by evildoers. And look at my clerk. He is a well-known good young man in the surrounding area. And yet he was harmed by those evildoers. Sir, you must help us..."
Faced with the weeping and incoherent Shopkeeper , the officer impatiently took a step back, pulled out his sword two inches from his waist, and shouted, "Shut up! Just answer whatever I ask you!"
Shopkeeper Liu had no choice but to shut up and stare at the officer with tears in his eyes.
"What's your last name?"
"Sir, my name is Liu Degui, and I'm the innkeeper. His name is Yang Ge, and he's my hired help."
"What happened here?"
"Sir, what happened is this: in the afternoon, several officials accompanied a gentleman into the store for a meal..."
Inside the store, Shopkeeper Liu complained with tears and snot, denouncing the damn villains for destroying his business.
Outside the store, more and more neighbors came to watch the fun with their clothes on. The soldiers outside the door were used to it and were too lazy to send them home.
Seeing this situation, Yang Ge finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He murmured inwardly, "After making such a fuss, it should be able to scare off those small fry who can't resist the temptation of the rivers and lakes, right?"
This is not a good idea.
But this is all he can do...
