Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 54 You say there's no such thing as a coincidence in the world?

Chen Baiyu has always felt that John Wick is definitely a good movie, and it is very successful from the perspective of a popcorn movie.

I used to think that the protagonist, John Wick, didn't talk much and that the various gunfight scenes where he was shot twice in the body and once in the head were very cool.

Now, he feels that the protagonist John Wick's personality of being too busy avenging his dog to care about anything else and going on a killing spree suits his taste.

Think so.

He had already carried the wolfhound's carcass all the way to the thug's room.

The door was ajar, with a small crack about the width of a palm.

It was probably left as an entrance and exit for the wolfhound that went out to play by itself.

Chen Baiyu stood outside the door.

Without needing to use extraordinary hearing, the sounds from inside the room seeped in through the crack in the door.

The loudest noise came from the clattering of the keyboard and mouse, mixed with the slacker yelling profanities into his headphones: "Do you even know how to play? You missed your skills! You're such a terrible teammate!"

Occasionally, the "crunch" of a beer can being squeezed out of shape could be heard, followed by the "gulp" of liquid being poured into the throat; the phone was also playing loud rap music, the lyrics full of exaggerated boasts and profanities, which complemented the chaos in the room.

Chen Baiyu could even see through the crack in the door that the screen light reflected from the gap in the curtains inside the room was flickering on the wall.

There were also beer cans and takeout boxes scattered on the ground.

This person probably really took "Go ahead and mess with me if you dare" as a threat that no one dared to respond to.

Just a few hours ago he was arrogant and domineering on the phone, but now he's holed up in his room drunkenly playing video games, too lazy to even lock the door.

There was absolutely no defense.

But that seems pretty normal.

Who would have thought that a casual online comment could actually attract people to real-life interactions at lightning speed?

This is reality, not a novel.

It would be strange if someone were actually on guard.

"But... how could such a coincidence happen in the world? I just happen to be young and hot-blooded, and you just happen to need to be taught a lesson."

Muttering to herself, Chen Baiyu pushed open the door.

The cheap security door was lightweight, and it slid in half an inch when he touched it, making the gap even bigger.

The sounds from inside the room became clearer; the thug was cursing into his headset again: "Give me another one? I'm hanging up the hell!"

Chen Baiyu went inside.

The footsteps weren't quiet, but they were mostly drowned out by the sounds of games and music inside the house.

The hoodlum had his back to the door.

After leaving the game, he slumped in his gaming chair, his head bobbing up and down with the music, completely unaware that someone had appeared in the room behind him.

However, when Chen Baiyu turned around and closed the door, locking it slowly from the inside, the slightly louder sound was still heard by the thug.

"I've already told you, I'm not closing the door to play games, so what? You've come to argue with me so many times, are you out of your mind...?"

As the hoodlum spoke, he turned the gaming chair around, but when he saw Chen Baiyu's fierce-looking face, he stopped talking abruptly.

When his gaze met Chen Baiyu's face, and his figure so large it could block half the screen, his voice caught in his throat.

In fact.

Chen Baiyu's third transformation using the Thousand Illusions technique, which is what she looks like now, is actually quite frightening. Just now in the neighborhood, pedestrians instinctively avoided her.

Or rather, it's not scary.

The imposing presence of this bald, muscular man is undeniably intimidating.

His shiny bald head gleamed coldly under the blue light of the screen. He had a broad face, a taut jawline, and a naturally downturned mouth, exuding a fierce aura even when he wasn't speaking.

Not to mention his muscles; the cuffs of his work jacket were stretched taut, and the bulging lines on his arms were clearly visible when he raised his arms.

The man standing there was like a black wall that blocked out all light. When the hoodlum turned around, his eyes were still dazed, and the smell of alcohol made him squint.

The moment he saw Chen Baiyu's face, the hairs on his body stood on end, and his previously drunken mind instantly cleared up as if splashed with ice water.

It's only natural to be startled when someone is playing video games at home late at night and suddenly turns around to find a burly man in the room.

The beer can in his hand crashed to the ground with a thud, splashing foam and beer all over the floor.

He instinctively shrank back, the wheels of the gaming chair scraping loudly on the floor.

Before he could even utter a sound, his gaze swept downwards and caught sight of what Chen Baiyu was carrying.

With its messy brown-black fur and familiar build, wasn't it the wolfhound he had let out to roam free?
But at this moment.

The dog's head drooped, its limbs stiff, and it made no sound of struggling; it was clearly dead.

"Fuck me..."

The hoodlum's pupils suddenly contracted, and his bewildered mind exploded as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer.

The panic from before turned into fear mixed with anger.

He sprang up from his chair, pointed at Chen Baiyu, his voice trembling: "***, who the hell are you?! ****, what the hell did you do to my dog? You son of a bitch..."

Hearing these disgusting words

Chen Baiyu didn't give him a chance to continue.

He moved just as the thug uttered the word "his mother" in his curse.

The speed, twice the human limit, was on full display at this moment.

His figure almost became a blur, his right hand forming a palm, rushing straight towards the thug's cheek with a whoosh of wind.

"Snapped!"

The crisp yet muffled sound of a slap echoed in the room, drowning out the rap music that was still playing.

The thug didn't even see Chen Baiyu's movements clearly.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my cheek, as if I had been hit by a heavy hammer.

If there were a slow-motion camera.

You can even see the thug's face contorted, deformed, and shaken by the slap, just like someone who overestimated themselves and went to participate in a Russian slapping contest on a TV show.

The next second, a tremendous force grabbed the thug's face and flung him to the side and back, lifting him into the air a short distance almost uncontrollably.

His body spun half a circle in mid-air before finally crashing heavily to the floor with a "thud".

When he landed, his head hit the scattered beer cans with a loud clang.

The teeth in my mouth seem loose.

The sweet, metallic taste of blood rushed up instantly, and my ears started ringing.

His entire left cheek became numb, and his corresponding left ear seemed to lose all sound, making his world suddenly quiet.

Besides that, my vision went black, and all the bravado I had just been showing vanished instantly.

who am I? where am I?
The sudden, heavy blow seemed to put the thug's brain into a reboot mode, leaving him completely bewildered as to what was happening.

Chen Baiyu stood there, looking at the bewildered thug lying on the ground, her eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

More than half a minute has passed.

The hoodlum had only just begun to recover.

He tried to get up, but half of his body was numb.

Even the slightest movement causes excruciating pain, as if my bones are falling apart.

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