Chapter 13: I Have Waited Five Years for This Day

Night descended. Perhaps the day's exhaustion had finally caught up to her; after dinner, Ning Xuan had already fallen asleep, the traces of deep tears still visible at the corners of her eyes. This made Chen Mo ache with both tenderness and pity.

He gently stroked his sister's pure, delicate cheek, as Liu Kunlong's words echoed in his mind.

"I'll give you a week. If your sister doesn't become my girlfriend, I'll make sure you two can't live in this neighborhood anymore!"

Liu Kunlong! You can insult me, beat me—but you shouldn't threaten my sister!

Hiss—

Chen Mo tore off half of the old gray curtain, fashioned it into a cloak, and draped it over his shoulders. He glanced back at his adorable sister, and an involuntary smile spread across his face: Sleep well, little one. Your brother will protect you.

Swish!

With a leap, Chen Mo jumped right out of the fifth-floor window! Nearly twenty meters high—he plunged down without hesitation!

Whoosh, whoosh—

The gray curtain cloak fluttered wildly in the rushing wind as he fell. Like a bat in the night, Chen Mo landed lightly on the ground. After all, he'd challenged himself ten thousand times in Temple Escape! High-altitude drops, pit leaps, mudslides, fire disasters—he'd lived through them all. A mere five stories was nothing to him.

Moreover, Chen Mo had purchased 220 attribute points; his physical prowess now rivaled that of a superhuman.

[Constitution: 150 == Strength: 40, Bone Structure: 30, Agility: 60; S-Class Combat Talent: All combat skills multiply damage]

[Mental: 100 == Magic: 20, Energy Sea: 20, Meditation: 60]

Chen Mo’s constitution had reached an extraordinary 150. To put it in perspective, an ordinary person’s constitution maxed out at 10. Even the nation's elite special forces barely reached 30. Chen Mo’s physical strength was ten times that of a normal human!

He opened his combat attribute panel.

[Great Demon King. Lv1]

[Normal Human]

[HP: 3000]

[MP: 2000]

[Physical Attack: 400]

[Magic Attack: 200]

[Skills: None]

Although he had neither skills nor equipment, his base attack alone could easily knock out any opponent!

Swish—

Chen Mo moved like the wind, a shadow slicing through the night. With an agility of 60, his speed rivaled a tempest.

Soon, Chen Mo arrived at the shantytown next to the public housing. This was an area slated for demolition; many residents had already collected compensation and moved out, leaving behind empty rooms.

Liu Kunlong had secretly opened a casino here in the demolition zone, making a fortune over the past six months. Tonight, being the first day of the new year, even the most addicted gamblers in the world stayed with their families for a peaceful celebration.

Inside the casino, the aroma of food filled the air—a pot of hotpot bubbled and steamed.

"Brother Long, let me toast you!" The green-haired thug raised his glass, grinning obsequiously.

Another henchman with buck teeth, not to be outdone, hurried to pour wine for Brother Long and piled his bowl high with lamb. In his twenty years of life, the buck-toothed thug had never shown such filial piety to his own parents.

Liu Kunlong waved his hand with grand generosity, "Greenie, Bucktooth, you've been with me for nearly two years now. I, Brother Long, always share fortune and hardship with my brothers. Here, this is your bonus for last year!"

With that, Liu Kunlong tossed them a stack of red bills—several thousand at least.

The green-haired thug took the money, nearly dropping to his knees in gratitude.

Bucktooth, equally moved, downed three cups of wine in quick succession: "Thank you, Brother Long! I'll follow you through fire and water for the rest of my life!"

Liu Kunlong exclaimed excitedly, "Too bad all the girls went home tonight. Otherwise, I'd have called a few over for some fun!"

The green-haired thug leaned in, his eyes lecherous: "Boss, Old Li's daughter in the neighborhood is seventeen now—her hips are huge. She’d be a real treat. Why don't we kidnap her next time?"

Liu Kunlong grinned lasciviously: "Kidnapping is illegal. I, Brother Long, never break the law. But we could get her hooked on drugs; then she'd beg me for it herself!"

“Hahaha! Brilliant as always, boss! Oh, and what about that orphan girl Ning Xuan? When are you going to act?”

At the mention of the young girl, Liu Kunlong’s grin grew even wider: “That little orphan—no parents, no family—sooner or later, she’ll be mine. Tomorrow, go beat up that little brat again, make him hand his sister over obediently!”

Bucktooth drooled, nodding eagerly: "Boss, leave it to me. Tomorrow, I'll beat him good. Heh, to be honest, I like little girls too. After you've had your fun, could you let me have a turn?"

"Of course. We share all blessings..."

Bang—

The casino's iron door was suddenly kicked open.

"Who’s there?!" The green-haired thug jumped up from his seat, tense.

Creak, creak.

Someone stepped slowly inside, the floor scattered with playing cards. Step by step, he walked in.

The green-haired thug, at first fearing it was the police, relaxed when he saw who it was—and nearly burst out laughing.

"Ha, haha, Brother Long, it’s that little bastard! Speak of the devil, and he appears!"

Liu Kunlong was surprised, too. Over the years, he’d beaten this little bastard countless times. Back when Liu Kunlong was poor, even a single yuan on Chen Mo was fair game.

Chen Mo’s terror of Liu Kunlong was extreme; every cent he earned scavenging was hidden with ingenuity—in his uniform lining, in socks, in shorts, and once even in his mouth.

Bucktooth grabbed a plank studded with nails, shouting at Chen Mo: "You little bastard, what are you doing here!"

Green-haired thug suddenly understood: "I get it! He’s scared, so he’s come to offer his sister himself!"

Chen Mo said nothing. His gaze, cold and piercing, locked onto his prey like a leopard.

The green-haired thug shuddered under that terrifying stare, cursing: "Damn you, you little bastard! How dare you glare at me?!"

He lunged, preparing to kick Chen Mo.

"Wait!" Liu Kunlong stopped him, intrigued. "Little bastard, I’m curious—you actually came here alone. Did you call the police?"

Chen Mo replied, each word as cold as ice: "Liu Kunlong, do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? Five years!"

Five years? Liu Kunlong paused, vaguely recalling that it was five years ago he first beat Chen Mo. He and his gang had been playing by the river; Chen Mo was scavenging nearby. They surrounded him, forced him to kneel, and each took turns slapping his face. That day, Chen Mo’s dignity and kindness were buried. From that moment, he swore: one day, Liu Kunlong would pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

"Hahaha! Little bastard, so you remember what happened five years ago? What, want revenge? Come on, hit me! I’m right here—hit me, come on..."

Swish—

A sudden gust. Chen Mo’s fist smashed into Liu Kunlong’s face. Teeth and blood sprayed from his mouth; his mind reeled, unable to comprehend what had just happened.