Return Of The Soldier King Chapter 137 A Fierce Battle

There was nowhere to run.

"Who are these people?"

Ye Fei was puzzled. He had indeed offended a lot of people, but he had no way of knowing who sent these people. Suddenly, they attacked.

The rain was absolutely lashing down from above, with almost deafening noise. Large puddles were already forming on the ground.

As the a.s.sailants charged Ye Fei, he noticed that their hands were wrapped up in coa.r.s.e bandages, to prevent the machetes from slipping out of their grip as they swung.

"They are professional killers!"

At a distance of six or seven paces from him, the a.s.sa.s.sins stopped. Someone threw something at Ye Fei.

He immediately smelled the tell-tale pungent odor.

"Lime powder!"

Ye Fei's reaction was very fast. As soon as he noticed the smell, he realized their plan and immediately closed his eyes, but this time it was too late.

This trick often appeared on TV. To be honest, it was very effective.

Even top martial artists were afraid of this wicked trick. Many great warriors in history have fallen victim to this kind of underhanded trap.

All of Ye Fei's extraordinary abilities were reliant on his sharp vision. Without his eyesight, he would be easily hacked to death in that alley.

They caught him by surprise, and he had no time to dodge.

Luckily, as the white lime powder spread into the air in front of him, most of it was taken down by the bucketing rain and only a small fraction fell on Ye Fei's face.

Bad timing!

The hitmen failed to antic.i.p.ate that it would rain that day.

"Seems I am blessed by Heaven. It's not my time yet!" Ye Fei opened his eyes and quickly brushed off the traces of powder from his body.

"Get him!" someone cried.

Ye Fei jumped over to an empty trash bin standing by the wall of the alley and kicked it toward the first man who rushed over.

The garbage bin flipped a couple times in the air and landed directly over the man's head.

"Aargh, it stinks!" The attacker stumbled back, but his comrades were already overtaking him.

"These guys really want me dead!"

Ye Fei kicked another garbage bin at them, but it was no use. They weren't going to stop.

"Guess I'm going to have to kill everyone today!"

Glancing around and finding a grated window right next to him, Ye Fei reached through the grates and smashed the windowpane with his fist.

The loud crash of breaking gla.s.s immediately alerted the resident inside, who roared, "Who's the son of a b.i.t.c.h that dared to smash my window!?"

An old man armed with a rolling pin stuck his angry face out the window, but seeing the machete-wielding gangsters outside, he immediately backed off.

One of the hitmen uttered a sneer: "Pfft, what'd you do that for? Were you hoping he'd come out and help you?"

Another man shouted into the window, "We'll kill the next idiot who sticks his head out, and if you dare to call the police we'll kill your entire family by the time the sun sets tomorrow!"

Ye Fei remained silent. Obviously, he didn't break the gla.s.s to ask the residents for help. How could these ordinary people help him?

Nevertheless, he was now holding a dozen razor-sharp shards of gla.s.s. He quietly weighed the broken gla.s.s in his hand and prodded the sharp points, then, without a word, rapidly swung his hand.

Swish!

No one saw what had happened. There was only the faint sound of something small zipping through the air.

The next moment, a man raised his hands to cover his throat and collapsed to the ground with a gurgle.

Ye Fei could use almost anything to hurt someone. Chopsticks, pencils, plastic knives… broken gla.s.s…

Every shard of gla.s.s was irregularly shaped, and if an ordinary person tried to throw them, they wouldn't be able to do too much damage, but Ye Fei's mastery of throwing weapons was unimaginable.

The wounded man convulsed and gargled on the brink of death, but Ye Fei wasn't particularly fazed by this...

He was a warrior. He killed lots of people in the line of duty, and he felt out of place in the comparatively peaceful city.

Now Ye Fei was in his element. Like an alert, cornered beast, nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

Swish, swish, swish!

Before anyone realized what was going on, he threw three more gla.s.s shards!

Three more men fell screaming to the ground, covering their bleeding, blinded eyes. Blood streamed down their faces, washed to the ground by the rain.

Unlike Xiahou Dun, the great warrior in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" who plucked out and ate his own wounded eye before charging back into the fray, these men could not continue fighting.