114 Defying the Heavens: A Xing Like No Other

In the heat of the moment, mistakes happen; concern breeds confusion.

Li Daniu only snapped back to reality after being yelled at twice by the landlady.

Had his intelligence been eaten by a dog? How could he lose his composure at such a critical moment, forgetting even the most basic common sense?

After leaving a surge of inner energy inside A Xing’s body to protect his vital meridians, Li Daniu prepared to take him to the hospital.

“I’ll do it,” said Kuli Qiang, blocking Li Daniu’s way. He hoisted A Xing onto his back, confident in his leg strength—his greatest asset.

Li Daniu didn’t insist. Since A Xing was not in mortal danger, there was no need to worry so much. Besides, he had another matter to attend to.

The two assassins lay near death; even if they survived, they would be utterly crippled. They could be ignored. But the car that had arrived just as the assassins entered the door required attention.

“Hurry the hell up and start the car! You planning to wait here and die?” Chen Ge and Shiye both grew anxious. Such formidable killers had been defeated—they had to flee. Yet the car stubbornly refused to start.

Finally, the car roared to life, and just as they prepared to leave, Li Daniu appeared right in front of it.

“Run him down!” Chen Ge shouted. His underlings, no better than scoundrels, slammed the accelerator.

But even in this age, no matter how hard you pressed the gas, how much power could an engine really produce?

Li Daniu delivered a solid kick to the car’s front.

With a loud “boom,” the front of the car crumpled into a deep dent; the hood flipped up, the engine was completely wrecked.

Chen Ge and Shiye, jolted by the sudden stop, slammed their heads against the front seats. After a brief daze, they began to sense something was amiss.

Before they realized it, Li Daniu was sitting between them.

The driver in the front seat, clutching his bleeding forehead, turned to see Li Daniu seated behind him and dared not utter a word. Meanwhile, the Axe Gang’s foot soldiers, seeing their leader’s car in trouble, rushed over.

“Boss, are you alright?”

“Why are you shouting so loudly? Don’t you know the neighbors are asleep? Have you no sense of decency?” Shiye barked before Chen Ge could respond, shooing the underlings away. Then he pulled out a cigar and offered it to Li Daniu.

“Boss, have a smoke.”

Li Daniu took the cigar and, mimicking others, sniffed it but couldn’t discern its quality at all.

Chen Ge, having completely lost his imposing aura, lowered his brow and smiled obsequiously. “Boss, it’s Cuban tobacco. I’ve got a whole box back at the hideout. If you like, I’ll go get some for you right now.”

“If I let you go back, do you think you'd dare come looking for me again?” Li Daniu said coldly, anger simmering beneath his calm tone. These very men had hired assassins who nearly killed A Xing—that was an unforgivable offense, one that jeopardized Li Daniu’s chance to master the Buddha’s Palm. How could he forgive them?

Of course, Li Daniu would never admit that A Xing’s injury stemmed from his own inexperience.

Villains never take the blame; that’s the hero’s burden.

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