Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 75 Please Call Me Viagra

With a single move, Zhao Rui grabbed the man by the neck and shoved a pistachio into his mouth.

Then she snapped her jaw shut and helped him swallow it.

"What did you give me to eat?"

The masked man stared wide-eyed in terror, wanting to pry the object out, but his body was immobilized by pressure points and he couldn't move at all.

"Thousand Spider Soul-Refining Pill! Exclusive formula, you can write down your experience and insights for me later."

After Zhao Rui finished speaking, he ignored him and rushed forward.

"What do you want to know? We're all just doing things for money."

The masked man roared.

You have to have a purpose in feeding someone poison, right?

Why did you feed them and then run away?
Is it just pure torture?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Rui stopped and turned back.

"I can tell you, but you have to give me the antidote and let me go."

A look of joy appeared on the masked man's face; as long as he came back, that was enough.

Just as his joy was about to well up, he saw Zhao Rui reach out and remove the walkie-talkie and hood from his body, and without saying a word, walk out of the carriage.

"What do you want to do?"

The masked man was somewhat agitated. With so many people watching, he couldn't move, no one paid him any attention, and he had a poison pill in his stomach that could "explode" at any moment.

This feeling caused him extreme psychological distress.

"I……"

Just as the masked man was about to shout, he suddenly moved and broke free from the restraints of the acupoints.

Can you move now?
Overjoyed, he quickly glanced at the trembling passengers around him and sneered, "I'll make him wish he were dead!"

After saying that, he kicked a passenger next to him away, and then jumped up onto the damaged roof of the car.

"Once I get some help, I'll definitely tear you apart and rip your bones out of your body."

The masked man was burning with rage, and he began to feel a slight pain in his stomach.

"Damn it, is the drug starting to take effect?"

"That bastard must have run to the front of the car!"

As the masked man pondered this, his steps quickened.

Before long, we arrived at the front of the train.

The masked man swiftly jumped down from the front of the train and quickly slipped into the carriage.

As soon as he entered the carriage, he was shocked to find that the young man who had given him the medicine had been arrested by his boss.

He stood listlessly in the middle of the carriage.

"Kid, you've finally met your match! Where's my antidote?"

Enraged, the masked man stepped forward and delivered a powerful whip kick to the young man.

"Snapped!"

The whip kick didn't hit the opponent as expected; instead, it was gently blocked by the opponent's hand.

"Are you crazy?"

The young man said with a cold expression.

"Crazy? I'll show you what's crazy!"

The masked man, like a mad bull, attacked the youth.

"puff!"

Before he could even strike the young man he so hated, the other man had already delivered a swift and accurate palm strike to his chest.

The masked man was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood mid-air.

With a "plop," it fell to the ground.

He strained to look up, but in the blur of light and shadow, the young man was nowhere to be seen.

What appeared before him was none other than the ugly face of his squad leader.

"Throw it aside, it's an embarrassing and conspicuous thing."

A deep, middle-aged man's voice spoke coldly.

Soon, two of his men stepped forward and carried the masked man, who was barely alive, out.

"Go and see what's going on."

The middle-aged man glanced intently at the carriage behind him, his expression somewhat serious.

The person who can drive his subordinates insane without them even realizing it must be incredibly skilled.

The train was mostly filled with university students, with a small number of ordinary people returning home from working.

This coincided with the university martial arts tournament.

All student martial artists of level eight or above were summoned to participate in the martial arts competition.

Even those who didn't perform well would go to the venue to watch the game.

Generally speaking, those taking the bus at this time are ordinary students.

Logically, no accidents should have happened!

Moreover, all of his men were armed.

Could it be that the clues provided by "the higher-ups" are problematic?
The middle-aged man hesitated. Things had come to this point, and the die was cast. He had no choice but to persevere. Even if he withdrew, none of his group would escape.

Not only will the police not let them go, but their superiors won't either.

"Go to the back and blow up the last two carriages. Warn the police that if there is any further disturbance, we will blow up two more carriages."

The middle-aged man said with a cold look in his eyes.

"Okay, big brother!"

A masked man responded and walked out. Just as he reached the door, a burst of energy struck him precisely in the temple.

A spurt of blood erupted, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Who?"

The people in the train carriage immediately raised their guns and looked warily toward the door.

Breathing seemed to stop at that moment.

After about ten seconds, the doorway remained calm and quiet, with nothing else except the rustling of the wind.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The middle-aged man took the gun from his subordinate and fired two shots at a hidden spot by the door.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, a clanging sound came from the roof of the car, and everyone quickly raised their guns and aimed upwards.

In the blink of an eye, a dark figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Then, with lightning speed, he cut to the side of the masked men at the door.

The masked men were quite skilled and quick-witted. Just as they were about to raise their guns to fire, a sudden jolt of fear washed over them, and a sense of unease and hallucination surged through them at the same time.

In that split second of hesitation, their necks were cleanly and swiftly snapped.

"How brave!"

The middle-aged man finally saw the newcomer clearly; he was tall and wearing the same kind of mask…

Fuck!
The middle-aged man was furious and fired two shots with his gun.

The newcomer dodged using the masked man's body, and at the same time kicked the corpse on the ground towards the middle-aged man.

The already narrow front of the car didn't offer much room to maneuver.

The middle-aged man swung his palm, shoving the corpse aside, then stepped forward and unleashed a palm strike imbued with a crimson aura at the newcomer.

Seeing the strangeness of the palm technique, the newcomer dared not take it head-on, dodged it, and then formed a sword with his fingers, shooting a burst of energy towards the opponent's palm from a distance.

The sharp aura easily pierced through the opponent's crimson aura, leaving a cold wound on his palm.

"Sword Qi?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened in horror; he never expected to encounter a master-level expert.

Suddenly, a thought of retreat arose in my mind.

The attackers' first strike was effective, and they immediately launched a counterattack.

"Charge! All of you, charge!"

The middle-aged man took two steps back and hurriedly rallied the remaining masked men to charge at the other side.

As the masked man and the newcomer began to fight, he seized the opportunity to rush out.

Before he could even reach the door, the newcomer had already swiftly and decisively dealt with several of his masked men.

This speed is something even a Grandmaster couldn't achieve, right?

The middle-aged man felt a chill run down his spine, becoming even more certain that the newcomer was a master at the Grandmaster level.

"When I'm afraid of you!" The middle-aged man's palms glowed red, clearly indicating he was ready to fight to the death. The newcomer paused, preparing to meet his desperate counterattack.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man took a slight step back and suddenly turned and rushed towards the driver's side of the car.

It was clear that their plan was to hide in the control room, take the driver hostage, and destroy the train.

The newcomer wouldn't let him escape; he took a quick step forward and struck him on the back with a palm strike.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to turn around and strike out with his palm to deflect the opponent's attack.

"This internal energy?"

The middle-aged man was delighted: "You're not a Grandmaster?"

After saying that, he stopped and grinned menacingly, saying, "You're really asking for death."

Before he finished speaking, his crimson palm strike came crashing down.

The two clashed instantly, their powerful energy tearing the furnishings inside the car to shreds.

"You're nothing special, I almost got fooled by you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden surge of restlessness welled up from the bottom of his heart.

He hurriedly used his internal energy to suppress the agitation, but before he could react, the newcomer's sword-finger energy was already shooting towards his face.

He hurriedly and awkwardly leaped to dodge, rolled on the ground, and crashed into the wall. He was about to grab his subordinate on the ground and start tormenting him.

That restless feeling of energy and blood surging up in my heart again.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Just as he was about to use his internal energy to defend himself, another burst of energy arrived, leaving him no time to retaliate and forcing him to dodge repeatedly.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

A hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

This kind of bizarre martial arts skill is something even a grandmaster could only achieve.

Just then, a slender figure suddenly jumped down from the doorway.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed. He quickly moved and cut behind the person behind him. Before she could react, he struck her on the back with a palm.

Then, with a swift movement, using the opponent's body as cover, he quickly rushed outwards.

In the blink of an eye, he had leaped off the train.

A biting wind howled outside the car, and the vast, desolate landscape was silent, with faint white clouds drifting across the pale sky.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon it, leaving dappled halos of light.

gorgeous!

The middle-aged man suddenly felt a sense of disorientation; the beautiful scenery vanished from his sight in an instant, replaced by the dark and oppressive ceiling of the carriage.

"When did you..."

He only managed to utter half of his sentence before collapsing backward to the ground with a thud.

"When you're afraid, you've already been hit."

The newcomer removed the hood from his head, revealing a handsome and spirited young face. Who else could it be but Zhao Rui?

"You did all this?"

Inside the carriage, the female police officer who had followed them looked at the messy corpses on the ground with astonishment and disbelief in her eyes.

Is the young man in front of me a college student?
That's amazing.

Her eyes were filled with surprise.

Zhao Rui took a deep breath and was about to speak when the smell of blood, which he hadn't noticed before due to his tense state of mind, suddenly invaded his nasal cavity.

The scattered corpses around him were like heavy hammer blows, assaulting his vision.

"vomit!"

Just moments ago, Zhao was all high and mighty, seemingly invincible. Suddenly, he strode out of the carriage and, before even reaching the aisle, bent over and vomited.

"Forehead……"

The female police officer looked conflicted, unsure of what to say.

After a while, Zhao Rui, feeling a bit better, wiped his mouth and said to the female police officer, "Where is Brother Zheng? Let's go look for him again."

"No need, I've found him. He's in the back carriage, and his injuries are quite serious. He's unconscious. My colleague came with him. Don't worry."

"Okay, that's good. By the way, does this count as an act of heroism? Killing someone isn't illegal, is it?"

"Yes, of course you do. You've done a great service. I'll report this to my superiors truthfully."

"No, I don't want that credit..."

Before Zhao Rui could finish speaking, a huge roar of propellers came from above.

"The reinforcements have arrived!"

The female police officer's face lit up with joy, and she happily went outside to greet them.

Zhao Rui's cheek twitched. What kind of support is this now?
A short while later, the female police officer led in seven or eight armed officers.

As soon as you enter the locomotive, you see corpses lying on the ground and blood scattered everywhere.

Everyone looked at the female police officer beside them in surprise.

"You did all this?"

The leader spoke up and asked.

"No, no, I don't have that ability. It belongs to Brother Zheng, um, a friend."

After the female police officer finished speaking, she pointed to Zhao Rui inside the carriage.

"Oh? Is that so? Young man, thanks to you! A major case was averted."

Upon hearing this, the leader immediately walked up to Zhao Rui with a smile, shook hands with him, and praised him.

"You flatter me, sir. I'm just following along... this lady, I'm just helping out."

"elder sister?"

The female police officer rolled her eyes. "Although you look very young, it's not certain who's older between us."

"Haha, you are all heroes. Xiao Ye also deserves a lot of credit."

The man, who appeared to be a high-ranking official, offered some praise, then turned to the people who had come with him and said:

"Send people to take over the train. No one is allowed to leave. Everyone must be registered. The incident must not be leaked..."

While they were talking, a patrolman called out the two drivers who were huddled in the driver's seat and trembling. He told them that the matter was over and that they should notify the line control room to stop the train in Lincheng at an appropriate time.

The police had already brought the situation under control.

The two train conductors, who had almost wet themselves in fright, immediately broke into relieved smiles, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, returned to the driver's seat, and contacted the control room.

With the police taking over the train, Zhao Rui had essentially completed his mission. Although he couldn't simply walk away and leave, he wasn't stuck in his original carriage like the others.

After the train stopped, he saw Zheng Huaifeng being carried onto a stretcher by medical staff on the platform. His face was swollen, and he didn't know if he was disfigured.

If she gets disfigured, should her cousin find someone else?

Uh, if we break up, wouldn't all my efforts have been for nothing?

No, it would be too hard on my cousin, so we can't share it.

As Zhao Rui was lost in thought, female police officer Xiao Ye arrived with the two surviving police officers she had seen in the train carriage earlier.

The injured female police officer named Lin Yan insisted on coming over to personally thank him for saving her life.

Although Zhao Rui's intervention wasn't intended to save her, it was tantamount to saving her in the end.

“Brother, from now on you are my younger brother, Cui Xiongwei’s own brother. Just give me a call if you need anything.”

Another male police officer was also very grateful and offered to give him his phone number, saying that he would definitely treat him to a big meal when he returned to Jeju.

"Thank you, Wei, uh, Xiongwei!"

Zhao Rui smiled shyly, almost calling him Viagra.

"What 'Brother Xiongwei'? That sounds awful. Just call me Brother Wei."

"Forehead……"

Okay, Viagra it is. I guess there's no such drug as Viagra in this world.

"Count me in for the treat. You've survived a great calamity, so you're bound to have good fortune. I definitely have to treat you to this drink."

Seeing that the two had agreed to drink together, Lin Yan chimed in.

"When Brother Zheng wakes up, let him treat us to a meal too, for me and Xiao Pi..."

After Xiao Ye finished speaking, she suddenly stopped talking, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Xiao Pi was the man who had followed Zheng Huaifeng with her before.

He had clearly died at the hands of these masked men.

"This is something we prepared the day we became police officers... So, phew!... We can only try harder to survive."

Lin Yan patted Xiao Ye's slender shoulder, unable to say much to comfort her, because the person who had been with her had also not survived.

(End of this chapter)