Evil Awe-Inspiring

Yanny is living in the west of the city, a new residential area built by the government at the end of the last century when it was vigorously developing the west area of the city.

The address is not too hard to find. I rush to the residential area where she lives, find the building, and observe carefully. Sure enough, I see a van downstairs. The license plate is exactly the same as what the customer service girl said.

I breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that my judgment is right. They did bring her home.

That scum seems to be undetermined. He still wants to extort money from Yanny.

I park my car on the road outside the residential, take out the phone, call William, tell him the address, and ask him to bring people here. Then I take a cigarette out of my pocket and walk towards the car with easy assurance.

There’s a man sitting in the van, who supposes to be the driver, with a cross face, around 30 years old. He looks just a typical bludger. I walk up to the van with a cigarette in my mouth, reach out my hand and knock on the window. He’s looking at me impatiently, rolling down the window and asking: “What’s the matter?”

I point to the cigarette in my mouth and pretend there’s nothing: “Bro, lend me a fire.”

He glances at me, a little impatient in his eyes, but still bows his head to take the lighter.

I look around. There’s no one walking in the neighborhood during the daytime. When he reaches out and hands the lighter to me, I grab him by the wrist and pull him out of the window without waiting for him calling out. Then my palm has cut on the artery behind his neck. He’s swaying with a groan and loses conscious.

I sigh. Fortunately, this guy didn’t wear the safe belt.

Push the door open and throw him in the van. I clap my hands, then go to Yanny’s home’s corridor and look up.

Don’t know where the scum found these basters. They seem to be veterans, leaving a man to lookout in the corridor. He’s squating in the corridor smoking, watching me coming up, he’s immediately standing up vigilantly. I pretend to ignore him, take out a bunch of keys from pocket and walk upstairs without worrying about him.

My action immediately dispels his vigilance. I’m wearing a suit like a standard office worker. I even deliberately look at him with a doubtful eye, bowing my head and going upstairs. The fellow is relieved. He even steps aside to let me go.

I walk past him and reach several steps above him. Suddenly I stop, turn around and kick him on the head with one foot. The fellow snorts, rolling down and falls on the ground. I immediately rush to him, grab his neck from behind to keep him from making a sound. Then I grab the key in my hand and hold it against his throat. I lower my voice and say to him: “No Shout!”

“Uh…” The man’s face is twisted with pain, his forehead is full of cold sweats. He is strangled by me and has difficulty in breathing. I poke the key on his throat. He breathes in horror and shut his mouth up immediately.

“Where’s that woman?”

“What… woman?”

I grunt, the key in my hand is pressing slightly against his throat and say coldly: “Do you believe this key can pierce your throat?”

“Up there!” This fellow seems to be a crook, recognizing the situation and does not resist. He’s saying quickly: “Fifth floor.”

“How many people there?”

“… Two.”

With a sneer, I find a mobile phone in his pocket, take it out and throw it away. Then I stand up and kick him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious.

This guy is deceiving me.

I’m sure there are at least four people upstairs!

They seem to be veterans of blackmail. They have at least one driver, one man to lookout downstairs, and maybe three more people upstairs. Generally speaking, one is responsible for keeping watch on the kidnapped person, the other two are responsible for collecting monies and valuable items, and plus the scum man, at least four men upstairs!

I continue going upstairs with very light steps. This apartment building has two families on each floor. Yanny’s home is the left one of the fifth floor. I’m standing on the fourth floor and looking up. The door is closed. There are some voices. I quietly go upstairs, approach the door, look inside carefully, but just hear that scum’s voice. He seems saying something very proudly.

“… I say you are also self-destructive! How nice of you to be honest! How dare you let that man beat me! Good! You beat me? Damn… You just call that guy and let him give me money honestly!”

I take a deep breath and knock hard at the door.

The voice inside suddenly quiets down. I knock twice again, and finally comes a gruff voice: “Who is it?”

I cough and say vaguely: “Delivery!”

Then there is silence for a while, and the gruff voice is shouting: “No time! Come back in the afternoon!”

I gasp, deliberately saying in an impatient tone: “I can’t come one more time for you, can I? Just go out to receive it!”

Ten seconds later, there is a sound of opening the door, and then the door opens a gap. Someone behind the door is standing against it, showing half his face and saying impatiently: “Give it to me!”

I have already stepped back, waiting for the door to open, do not wait for him to finish his words, have raised my leg to kick on the door.

Bang!

The door is kicked open, and the fellow behind the door is knocked heavily on his head and sit down on the ground. I have rushed in and kick him on the face with a flying kick. The man gives a cry of pain and falling backwards. At this time, I’ve seen the situation in the house clearly. Yanny is sitting in the living room, her hands are tied, half of her face is swollen, seems she was slapped. And in the room, as I guessed, besides the one I kick down on the ground, there are three other guys, that scum is sitting next to Yanny and the other two are standing next to the sofa.

I suddenly rush in, presumably to make them feel a little overwhelmed. When I kick one man down, the remaining two guys have already reacted. One of them looks not so tall, but very strong, with a steel pipe in his hand. And the other has a dagger on hand. The two men exchange their eyes quickly and jumping to me from both sides.

The man on the left side, who’s holding the steel pipe hit hard to my head. I sideways to avoid and go to squeeze his wrist. His reaction is very quick. I just grab his arm, he breaks away. The other man, who’s holding the dagger is stabing to my chest. I quickly step back and kick his wrist. He falls to the ground with a cry of pain and the dagger falls to the ground. But this man is obviously a veteran. He does not retreat, come and wrestle with me. The room space is too small to let me fight with both of them freely. I’m approached by him. I avoid his punch to my face, foot hook to trap him. But he is embracing my legs and pulling hard. Fortunately, my legs are strong enough to not be pulled down. But the other man holding the steel pipe has smashed down. This time I can’t escape. My shoulder is smashed. The pain makes me grinning.

The fellow on the ground has twisted my waist and tring to pull me down. I give him two knee strikes. He’s hit on the chin by me and screaming in pain, but he’s holding me still. I am tangling with him, and I’m hit by the steel pipe on my back again.

“FXXX!” I am so angry that when I see the steel pipe smash down again, I don’t hide this time, just use my left arm to protect, and the right-hand punches him on the chest. The fellow is shouting and falling backwards. Then I finally throw the fellow who’s holding me on the ground and kick him on the chest. He can’t breathe and coughing on the ground. I have already picked up the man holding the steel pipe.

Obviously, this fellow has also practiced. He is punched on the chest, but still has enough strength to stretch out his arm to defend me. When I grab his collar, I try to wrench my wrist with force. I sneer, twist his finger, and then break it with force.

There’s a screaming in the room at once. I take off his arm joints and hit his stomach with my knee. The man finally falls down.

I’m a little breathless, too.

These two guys are all veterans and have a lot of fighting experiences. It’s really tough to fight with them.

Although I am good at fighting, when I meet those bullies who are afraid of hardness, I can knock down one or two first and then I can frighten others. But when I’m facing these veterans, it doesn’t work.

Overthrowing them, I also got a few hard beatings myself. It’s lucky I’ve cleaned up a man at the very first time when I broke into the door! If I have to face three people at the same time, I’m afraid I might be in troubles.

After all, two fists are no match for six hands, and I can’t guarantee I can escape if my opponents are not weak and willing to fight desperately.

I look back at the scum. He has too frightened to soften. I punch him on the face first. His nose is bleeding, bending with a screaming and has his face covering.

Yanny’s hands are not tied with ropes, but taped. I take out the key, cut a hole, and easily tear it open.

These people are very professional!

Only veterans know need to tie people with the tape instead of rope. Transparent tape wraps around the wrist and people can’t move too, but do not need to worry about the accident. Because if use rope, it might be found to become the crime evidence. But most of homes have tape. The rope will also break the victim’s wrist skin, and eventually the wound will be tested as evidence, which can be avoided by use tape.

I untie Yanny and tear the tape off her mouth. Originally when I was rushing in, she was still struggling and screaming. When she watched me fighting with others, she was crying desperately. Unfortunately, her mouth was taped and couldn’t speak out any word. Now, she seems to have been stunned…

“Are you all right, Yanny?” I smile.

“I’m fine… Chen Yang, how did you come here?” Yanny says in a hurry, “How do you know I’m here? How did you find me? Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

I smile and say: “I’m OK! If not the clever customer service girl, you would have suffered a lot today!”

I look back at these guys on the ground, walk over and lift the scum up. He is so frightened that he has huddled up, trembling and saying: “You, you, you, you, don’t come over!”

I laugh: “You can rest assured that I won’t hit you.” After a pause, I sigh intentionally, “If I am angry, I can’t control myself. Every time I see you scum, I’ll be angry. If you are beaten to have any bad result, I’ll get into trouble. So, you can rest assured that I won’t touch you.”

I take out a cigarette, smoke, and can’t help counting Yanny. This woman is just a little baffled!

“Are you crazy? You went with them honestly? You even took them home to take money? Why don’t you ask colleague to call the police?”

She hangs her head and whispers: “Chen Yang… Have you already called the police?”

“No.” I shake my head, “Call police? It’s too cheap for these sons of bitchs.”

After a while, my mobile phone is ringing. It’s William. He has brought people and waiting downstairs. I ask him to bring them upstairs directly.

This buddy has called a dozen of security guards from Golden Paradise, two vans altogether. William looks a little fatter than before, but the scar on his face is still terrible. Yanny sees so many people coming in. She is afraid and looks at me in fear: “Chen Yang…”

“All my friends.” I say lightly, “Today I’ll help you to get rid of this! Let this scum never bother you in the future!”

She seems want to say something, but I’ve turned to William and say: “Is the place ready?”

“Old place.” William grins and says, “I haven’t worked with you for a long time. Damn it, we can have a good time today.”

More than a dozen of my former staffs, most of them were taken care of by me. They greet me one by one, and respectfully shouting: “Brother Little 5!” I order them to take the four guys out and carry into the vans.

“Yanny, do you have a divorce agreement at home? You’ve been made trouble for so long, there must be this thing at home.”

“Um… Yes, there it is.” Yanny is somewhat uneasy, comes up and whispers to me, “Chen Yang… Don’t do anything beyond the pale. It must take its course.”

I laugh and pat her on the shoulder: “Don’t worry, I’ve got in mind.” I sigh, “It’s really not your fault… Alas, you are a woman alone here. So, when you meet such people, you dare not to speak up. It can’t complain you.”

Downstairs, William and others put that scum and the other bad guys into the vans, then they drive out of the residential area. And Yanny gets in my car.

“William, you go first. I’ll take my friend to the hospital and I’ll come to meet you later…” Before I leave, I tell William. And I whisper to him taking advantage of Yanny’s inattention, “Take good care of them, but don’t too hard. I’ll come for you soon.”