Sludge suction system

Xia Mu followed the figure into a small alley.

The narrow, dimly lit alleyway was filled with a putrid stench. The walls on both sides were damp and mottled, with moss spreading rampantly, as if telling the story of the place's decay and desolation.

Xia Mu, her face contorted with rage and eyes wide open, like a lion thoroughly enraged, lunged at Wang Jing, grabbing his collar tightly with both hands and slamming him against the damp wall. With a dull thud, she roared, "Wang Jing, you heartless bastard! You swore to Pingping that you would stay with her forever in White Bird Valley. Were all those sweet words wasted? Now, you've used the excuse of visiting relatives to disappear, and haven't heard from her for over half a year. Where have you put her devoted heart?"

Wang Jing's face was ashen, and he struggled desperately, saying in a trembling voice, "Xia Mu, calm down, things aren't what they seem."

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down!" Veins bulged on Xia Mu's forehead, sweat mingling with splattered dust, streaming down his face. "Do you know? Pingping's eyes, like autumn water, always radiated gentleness and kindness. Every time she looked towards the valley entrance, the expectation in her eyes pierced my heart like a knife. Her face was as white as jade, and when she smiled, the dimples on her cheeks seemed to hold the sweetest honey in the world, yet after you left, I rarely saw her show that. Her long, black, lustrous hair flowed smoothly down her back. I've fantasized countless times about how wonderful it would be to gently stroke her hair and smooth away the sorrow between her brows. She was delicate in appearance, yet possessed an incredibly resilient heart, remaining chaste for you and rejecting me..." Time and again, my heart is entirely with you. That time she was washing clothes by the stream, the water was bone-chillingly cold, her hands were red with cold, yet she was still worrying about whether you were eating well and staying warm. I so wanted to rush over and hug her, to tell her not to wait anymore, but how could I be so selfish! I could only silently stay by her side, watching her suffer for you, and you so heartlessly betrayed her! Xia Mu's eyes reddened, filled with anger and heartache. His hands trembled slightly from the effort, his emotions surging, a mixture of resentment towards Wang Jing and pity and deep affection for Bai Pingping. This deep affection had taken root and sprouted during their long companionship, making it impossible for him to bear the slightest harm to Bai Pingping.

Wang Jing's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "I...I really have difficulties."

"Difficulties?" Xia Mu suddenly released his grip and shoved Wang Jing hard. Wang Jing stumbled and almost fell into the sewage. "What difficulties could make you so heartless as to hurt a girl who loves you? You're a complete coward!" At this moment, a cold wind blew by, swirling the fallen leaves in the alley and making a rustling sound, as if they too were lamenting this emotional tragedy.

Wang Jing's evasiveness and ambiguous responses were like a match, instantly igniting the powder keg of anger in Xia Mu's heart, causing his rational defenses to completely collapse. Xia Mu's eyes were bloodshot and red, his teeth grinding together. He suddenly raised his right fist high, gathering all his strength in his arm, and with a whistling sound, smashed it straight at Wang Jing's face. This punch was like a mountain crashing down, pouring out all his resentment towards Wang Jing for betraying Bai Pingping. Wang Jing's expression changed drastically, his body instinctively dodging to the left, a look of panic appearing on his face. But in an instant, his eyes became sharp and cold, like a cornered beast, knowing that today's conflict with Xia Mu was unavoidable, and that he had no choice but to fight with all his might.

"Xia Mu, don't push me too far!" Wang Jing shouted at the top of his lungs while nimbly dodging Xia Mu's attacks. His voice trembled slightly, serving as both a warning to Xia Mu and a hint of guilt.

"You're going too far! You shameless, heartless man! Today I'm here to seek justice for Pingping!" Xia Mu roared, like an enraged lion, his voice hoarse and strained. He quickly raised his right foot and kicked Wang Jing in the abdomen with a fierce force. The kick was as fast as lightning, as if he wanted to transfer all his anger to Wang Jing through his toes.

Seeing this, Wang Jing hurriedly crossed his arms to block, a sharp pain shooting through his arms, but he successfully blocked Xia Mu's kick. In an instant, the two were locked in a fierce struggle. In the narrow alley, fists and feet clashed, dust flying everywhere. Xia Mu's resentment surged like a raging tide, making him merciless in his attacks. Every punch was delivered with all his might, whistling through the air as he attacked Wang Jing. His left hook, carrying a sharp momentum, was like a black lightning bolt, aimed straight for Wang Jing's chin, while his right fist quickly followed, swinging towards Wang Jing's temple. His footwork was constantly shifting, like a nimble ghost, trying to disrupt Wang Jing's defensive rhythm.

After his initial panic, Wang Jing began to fight back fiercely. He bent low, like a nimble cheetah, narrowly dodging Xia Mu's straight punch, and then launched a sweeping leg attack towards Xia Mu's lower body with the speed of a whirlwind. Seeing Xia Mu leap high to dodge, he quickly rose and, using the momentum, slammed his knee into Xia Mu's abdomen. His move carried a desperate, ruthless edge, each strike reflecting his determination to end the fight as quickly as possible.

The two figures moved swiftly through the dimly lit alley, like two fighting cheetahs. Sometimes they crashed heavily against the walls, shaking down patches of moss and dust, the walls themselves seeming to tremble in the intensity of the fight; other times they rolled among the clutter in the corners, shattering rotten wooden barrels with a crackling sound, and sending old farm tools sprawling across the ground. Wang Jing's fingernails had scratched Xia Mu's cheek, blood dripping like a winding snake down his face, staining the dust with dark red flowers. Xia Mu had also torn a large piece of Wang Jing's clothing, the collar open, revealing the gruesome scratches beneath.

Suddenly, Wang Jing spotted an opening in Xia Mu's attack, a resolute glint in his eyes. He swiftly raised his elbow high and slammed it down on Xia Mu's shoulder with all his might. The elbow struck the shoulder with a dull thud, and Xia Mu, in pain, involuntarily staggered back a few steps, a look of agony on his face. But the rage in his eyes didn't diminish at all. He quickly readjusted his stance and charged forward like a bull that wouldn't turn back until it hit a wall. Their clothes became disheveled in the fierce struggle, their faces were bruised, and sweat mixed with blood slid down their cheeks, dripping onto the ground, forming mottled marks. But neither of them showed any sign of stopping, as if they wanted to use this fight to vent their complex and deep emotions. Every punch and kick seemed to tell of their respective unwillingness and persistence.

Under Xia Mu's relentless onslaught, Wang Jing gradually felt his strength waning, and his mind grew increasingly panicked. He knew that today's matter could not be easily resolved, but he truly did not want to continue this entanglement with Xia Mu. Suddenly, his eyes sharpened, and taking advantage of the moment when he dodged a heavy punch from Xia Mu, he swiftly pulled a hidden weapon from his sleeve. The hidden weapon gleamed coldly in the dim alley, its shape sharp and pointed.

Xia Mu was caught in the momentum of his attack and hadn't noticed Wang Jing's subtle movement. Wang Jing seized the opportunity and, with all his might, hurled a hidden weapon towards Xia Mu's leg. The weapon flew towards Xia Mu like a black lightning bolt, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Hearing the whoosh, Xia Mu instinctively tried to dodge, but he was too slow. The weapon grazed his calf, instantly cutting a gash, and blood gushed out, staining his trouser leg red.

Taking advantage of Xia Mu's momentary lapse in movement due to his injury, Wang Jing shoved him aside and turned to run. His figure darted through the alleyways, his steps faltering but he dared not pause, his mind focused on only one thing: escaping this place of trouble. Xia Mu watched Wang Jing's hasty retreat and wanted to give chase, but his injured leg caused him to stumble and nearly fall. He angrily slammed his fist against the wall beside him, causing several bricks to crumble and fall, as if the wall itself was trembling with his own resentment.

But who knew that Wang Jing, that despicable scoundrel, would poison Xia Mu with a hidden weapon? Xia Mu hadn't taken more than a few steps before collapsing in the alley.

"Xia Mu!" A loud shout came from afar.