?89: Chapter 88: Scared Stiff   89: Chapter 88: Scared Stiff                                   “Ah, as expected, quite the arrogant one, not a hint of fear.


    Now I’ll give you a chance: kneel and admit your wrong, beg us for forgiveness, and maybe we’ll go a little easier on you.”


    “Trash, dealing with you trash really makes me sick,” Mu Chen said disdainfully.


    “Looking for death, brothers, beat him hard, until he spends the rest of his life in bed.”


    “Don’t worry, boss, we’ll surely teach this arrogant kid a proper lesson.”


    “Unforgivable, just cripple him mercilessly.”


    For a moment, everyone surrounded Mu Chen, ready to strike at any time.


    “Hold on,” Mu Chen said seriously just as everyone was about to make a move.


    “What do you want to do?” The tattooed middle-aged man turned to Mu Chen and asked.


    “Wait until I’ve ced my chicken soup down before I leisurely y with you,” Mu Chen said seriously.


    “Ha ha, chicken soup my ass, all of you beat him up!” The tattooed middle-aged man thought it was something serious, burst into rage when he heard it’s about setting down some chicken soup.


    In an instant, dozens of people made their move, attacking Mu Chen from all sides.


    “The young know nothing of doing something meaningful, even if you’re going to be thugs, you don’t know how to be good thugs—thugs that follow the rules of the underworld.


    It’s shameful how so many are ganging up on one,” Mu Chen said, then directed a violent kick to someone behind him, sending one flying and making several others stumble back.


    After kicking those behind, he hit those in front; several more were sent flying back.


    After the ones in front, he kicked those to the right.


    In short, within roughly three seconds, Mu Chen had delivered several kicks, and those who charged first were knocked to the ground, agonizing pain written all over their faces.


    Mu Chen’s terrifying moves instantly petrified the thirty or so people who had yet to attack, causing them to unconsciously step back, overwhelmed by the fear that Mu Chen was an unbeatable force.


    At this moment, the tattooed middle-aged man’s face changed dramatically; he knew Mu Chen was skilled but had no idea he was this terrifying.


    Originally, I didn’t want to bother with you, but since you’re courting death, I’ll teach you a lesson,” Mu Chen said, setting down the chicken soup.


    He stretched and limbered up before fixing his gaze on everyone.


    “There are so many of us, what is there to fear?


    Attack together,” the tattooed middle-aged man yelled out in desperation.


    Once again, the crowd charged at Mu Chen.


    “That was just a warm-up.


    Now for the main event.


    Since you’re asking for it, I’ll oblige.” Mu Chen shouted, and in an instant, he was gone, his speed leaving nothing but afterimages.


    At this moment, everyone’s faces changed drastically, sensing Mu Chen’s terror and wanting to flee, but it was toote.


    They felt something pass by them as they were pped across their faces and sent flying, spitting blood and turning pale.


    “How could this be, how could he be so powerful, what on earth are you, what’s your strength?” The remaining tattooed middle-aged man looked at Mu Chen, his face full of fear.


    “You’re not worthy to know my strength.


    What’s important is, you’re going to end up in the hospital,” Mu Chen replied, reaching the middle-aged man in an instant and kicking him hard, sending him flying several meters, spewing blood.


    “You’re not even ck Level trash, trying to take me down.


    Overestimating yourselves,” Mu Chen looked at the groaning people on the ground and said seriously.


    “You arrogant kid, I’ll make you pay,” the tattooed middle-aged man, who had been kicked away, immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number, calling for someone even more powerful.


    Mu Chen didn’t stop him; he actually wanted to see who the strong man arrivingter would be, so he could take care of everyone once and for all.


    “Tell me, who sent you?” Mu Chen suddenly said, his expression darkening.


    “It was Vice President Zhao, it was Vice President Zhao,” the thugs weren’t foolish and quickly spoke up.


    “Vice President Zhao, I knew it was you.


    But I’ll deal with youter.


    First, I’ll deal with these people.”


    “What are you going to do?” Hearing Mu Chen’s words, everyone’s faces immediately turned fearful.


    “I’m not going to do much, just cripple one of your arms.


    That’s the punishment for offending me – to let all of you remember, don’t mess with Mu Chen lightly, or you’ll end up with no grave to lie in.” Saying that, Mu Chen approached a thug and stomped down, eliciting a scream of agony.


    One after another, the thugs had their arms broken by Mu Chen, each screaming in agony, their eyes filled with utter terror of Mu Chen, daring not to offend him again, for in their eyes, Mu Chen was a Demon.


    “Kid, if you’ve got the guts, don’t leave, wait for the strong man from the Moon Dragon Hall toe.


    He’ll show you!”


    “I’ll wait a few minutes.


    If no onees in a few minutes, I’m leaving.


    I don’t have all day to y with you,” Mu Chen said, disdainfully.


    After several minutes had passed, suddenly at the entrance of the underground parking lot, more than twenty men walked in, each looking fierce.


    Leading them was Huang Bng, whose presence was at the ck Level Peak, quite terrifying, and also the one who had been scared to the point of shaky legs by Mu Chen at the restaurant.


    The muscr men that followed were not to be underestimated either, with several of them being at ck Level, while the rest also had formidable abilities—to the thugs, they were extremely frightening.


    “Who dares to touch our people?” As they entered, one of theckeys shouted.


    “Come out and meet your death.”


    “Boss, you’ve arrived!


    It’s this kid, this kid who beat us,” the tattooed middle-aged man bellowed upon seeing the neers.


    “So, you want to take me on, huh?” Mu Chen scoffed, looking at the arriving crowd seriously.


    But as soon as Mu Chen turned around, Huang Bng’s face changed dramatically, twisted with fear as though a rat had seen a cat, a primal fear gripping him.


    “Why is it him, why him,” Huang Bng stuttered, his face growing extremely gloomy.


    “What’s wrong, boss?” Everyone noticed Huang Bng’s expression, and seeing where he was looking, their faces changed instantly.


    “Sir, my lord, I was wrong, I didn’t know it was you.


    Please have mercy, don’t hold this against us,” Huang Bng now felt like dying, hurrying before Mu Chen, begging for mercy.


    At this moment, everyone was almost scared out of their wits; what was going on?


    Their boss was kneeling in front of Mu Chen, begging for mercy—would anyone believe this if they said it?


    Yet it was happening right before their eyes.


    “Why does it always have to be you?


    Last time it was your son, and now your men.


    Do you think I should just cripple you?” Mu Chen said with a coldugh.