112 A Three-Man Commanding Uni (1/2)
The moment he said this, everyone—not just the people from the maintenance center but also other customers watching the scene—started feeling indignant at the injustice as they criticized that redhead. That redhead was just rude and unreasonable. He used a cold look to gaze at the surrounding people, and his accomplices did the same thing as well as they postured out like fiends. The customers felt that this matter did not concern them in the end, thus they turned away their heads to avert their gaze and started reducing their volume of criticism, as they were afraid of being dragged into this if they were not careful.
The redhead, seeing how the audience was keeping quiet out of fear, began shouting even more delightfully at Hurstkurst, “Did you not hear what I just said? Hurry up and go to procure a circuit board made from the original manufacturer. I don’t want these counterfeit goods!”
Hurstkurst was angered to the point that he began smiling: “We have always been doing this when maintaining Battle Mechas. The [Nelson] circuit board, regardless of its value of craftsmanship, is still higher than that of the Alfa Company. Either you drive your mecha away or we’ll just take back the circuit board. It’s all up to you.”
The redhead savagely laughed: “Then I’ll not be polite. Old man, don’t blame me for smashing your signboard.”
Milan, who was to the side, could not control herself and shouted out, “Do you guys even know what is being logical? Are you here to repair your Battle Mechas or to create trouble?”
Over at their side, there was a muscular person with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. He walked out and said, “If you all can’t repair it, then we’ll just smash the signboard! When us grandfathers are talking, how is it related to you, young lass!?”
Before he even finished speaking, Fatty lashed out his hands as quick as lightning, savagely slapping at his face. That person, who was two meters tall and huge, had actually been slapped to the extent that he walked a few rounds like a gyroscope before finally falling onto the ground. Before the crowd could even react, the big man was in so much pain that with a “Wa”, he spat out a tooth that was mixed with blood and groaned on the floor. It was just some simple kung fu, and on the left of that person’s face, it was already swollen.
The redhead and his accomplices turned over, only to see Fatty trembling all over. The expression of his did not show if he was frightened or angry. Damn, why did this person feel wronged despite him hitting someone? What kind of morality was this?
Fatty’s voice was kind of shaking: “Intentionally creating trouble, right!?”
The redhead and the five other accomplices looked towards each other before charging towards Fatty. After all, the other side only had a single person! Since he dared to act, then they’ll slaughter him! Killing the chicken to frighten the monkeys [1]!
Yet never would they have thought that after just taking a single step, Fatty had already charged over at their direction. Using his left hand, he grabbed a muscular man’s wrist while sending a hook out with his right hand on his underarm. That person had been struck by a thunderbolt. He was in so much pain that tears and snivel came rushing out. Fatty threw aside his hand before kicking the abdomen of the incoming redhead. The redhead had been kicked away a few meters, curling up on the ground and rolling incessantly. One of them was quick-witted; he moved behind Fatty and tried to do a sneak attack. Fatty, however, turned a hand over and grabbed his arm before thrusting out with his right hand. One could hear a “Ka Cha” sound; the upper arm of this person had been fractured. The remaining three felt furious as they continued their assault, randomly flinging their fists about. The figure of Fatty simply pierced through the crowd of flinging fists and legs, and in less than a few seconds from the start, this group of people were all beaten to the ground, crying out in pain as they rolled about.
The surrounding crowd had already subconsciously moved backwards to a far distance as they were afraid that these people might injure them as they started fighting. But never had they thought that in just a blink of an eye, the only person remaining in the center of the group would be a trembling fatty. The crowd looked towards each other with the same thought in their mind: ‘This fatty is really so amazing! The commandos are only so-so! But even when the other party has already been beaten up by him, why is he still trembling? Had he not fought enough?’ Yet what they did not know was this wretched person had this condition of shaking the moment there was an over excessive amount of adrenaline.
Fatty said with a tremble, “They are truly bullying me! Really bullying me!”
The people lying on the ground had almost simultaneously bitten their tongue to commit suicide. Who was the one bullying the other!?
Fatty pulled on Milan’s hand and said, “If I hear another person who dares to scold her, this father will bet my life against his!”
Milan stuck her face onto Fatty’s shoulder. She only felt her a sweetness beyond honey in her heart and was truly on cloud nine.
The employees, who had been keeping all the feelings within their stomach, rushed forth to hit the drowning dog. They threw those people like throwing rubbish into the maintenance center before clapping each other’s hands in celebration. They felt that today was the day which allowed them to let out all of their resentment!
The surrounding crowd watched on tonguetied. So amazing! The other party was not only a Battle Mecha Great Master who can see through the schemes of that Battle Mecha company’s top-notched researchers, he was also an expert in combat. Just now, those few moves of his were truly intense. That group of big men seemed so fierce and tyrannical, yet in just two to three moves, they were beaten down into the ground by this fatty, leaving them crying in pain! No wonder this lady, who was so beautiful and had a transcendental, alluring figure, and also a good temperament, didn’t even leave half a step away from this Fatty, who did not have actions that matched his appearances! It felt as if she wanted to just become one with Fatty! The other party had the talent! Since when did this Unparalleled Maintenance Center have such a formidable person backing it!?
Hurstkurst was like an old fox as he announced out, “Sir Great Master will frequent our maintenance center in the future, discussing and exchanging knowledge with everyone here. He is an authentic Battle Mecha Great Master. I’m sure everyone has seen his standards! The customers of this center can feel rest assured in leaving your Battle Mechas with us. We’ll use an even better technique to provide a spectacular service for everyone! … … ”
Hurstkurst was trying his best to tie Tian Xing Jian to his ship. Suddenly, the military communication device hanging over at the waist of Fatty started vibrating. This was a plaything which any soldier had to bring when they were out on a leave. As long as they received a notification, they had to immediately report back to the military camp. Fatty hurriedly broke the words of Hurstkurst and apologized to him before pulling Milan and ran off.