Chapter 107: The Longed-for Tricycle (Request for Full Subscription)

Compared to Lu Luo’s disappointment, Ge Tuo felt increasingly terrified as he fought. Lu Luo had only landed two punches on him, yet they had almost cost him his life.Ge Tuo knew he couldn’t keep trading blows like this; the Hunter’s cultivation technique was too terrifying. If he wanted to completely take down Lu Luo, he first had to use a swarm of attackers to completely drain Lu Luo’s stamina and then combine Dark Energy with increased speed to defeat him with velocity. This was the rational strategy for victory. "This guy is tough! Get him!" "Yes!" These gang members had just witnessed the exchange of punches between Lu Luo and Ge Tuo. They were astonished that Lu Luo’s strength was even greater than Ge Tuo’s. However, their gang still had many members, and it wasn’t as if they had never beaten a Second Tier expert before. "Whoever breaks his arms and legs gets a 5,000 reward, and free access to the top courtesan here for three days!" "Alright!" Even if one had broken through to the Second Tier, once stamina and Dark Energy were exhausted, one would still be just a regular person. With such incentives, the spirits of the Filthy Hands Gang members were immediately lifted. With heavy breathing, the first person charged at Lu Luo, holding a machete and an iron club. Lu Luo had no intention of using the Wraith Blade in retaliation; it would be too much like bullying. An ordinary person holding a knife and a Transcendent holding a knife were two different concepts. A Transcendent’s destructive power was too vast. Lu Luo figured that a single Steam Qi Union Slash from him might leave a dozen people dismembered. Although he had a Hunter background, he didn’t want to attract such trouble, so he had to rely on his fists! THUD! The first person who rushed towards Lu Luo saw his iron club bend directly as Lu Luo’s fist, covering the bent club, sank into the man’s stomach. This strike, while not fatal, definitely crippled the man. This wasn’t a school dormitory; these were gang members. It was only right they got hurt a bit. There was no need to pull punches like he did in school. Besides, if I don’t hit them hard enough, what if the Qinglian Gang tries to welsh on the payment? With the first man down, a second, a third, and many more followed, rushing forward. Some had already seen the iron club bent in the first man’s stomach. How terrifying must that strength be? But now, even if they wanted to retreat, it was too late. "Go on!" BANG! BANG! BANG! Each of Lu Luo’s punches drew blood; men and weapons alike were broken. He didn’t punch quickly, deliberately allowing others to get close and attack him. At first, he was prepared to get a little bloody, take some injuries, and then play the pitiful victim to Li Qinglian. However, the constant prompts from the Observer made him abandon this idea. [Your Constitution of 20 has immunized you from this blunt weapon attack.] [Your Constitution of 20 has immunized you from this sharp weapon attack.] [You sustained a slash; after Constitution and Toughness mitigation and a final damage reduction of -4, you are immunized from this attack.] Fine then! Lu Luo now understood the threat level of ordinary people against him. The Wraith Blade’s attack power was only 22, while the maximum attack power of ordinary blades was around 15-20. Without great strength or Dark Energy amplification, ordinary people couldn’t breach Lu Luo’s defenses. They couldn’t even breach his Constitution of 20, let alone overcome the 17% damage reduction from Toughness and the additional final damage reduction of -4. The only ones who might barely penetrate his Constitution were those fledgling Transcendents, not even considered First Tier. This outcome made Lu Luo feel a bit bored. Since ordinary people didn’t make for effective practice, he simply went into an unstoppable mode. "HA! HAH!~" Lu Luo kicked and broke the entire leg of a minor Filthy Hands Gang leader. With unrelenting force, his kick then sent the man flying, knocking down two more people behind him. This formidable combat strength not only stunned the Qinglian Gang members in the rear hall but also excited Yan Danqin and Bai Yuetong, who were hiding behind the bar. Women really do enjoy watching men fight, especially handsome and attractive men—it looks even more alluring. "This guy! So wild! No wonder he dared to hang up on me," Bai Yuetong licked her lips, her face full of excitement. "What on earth had Lu Luo experienced in these past few months?" Yan Danqin had Ludie’s phone number and was already thinking of contacting him. Lu Luo’s movements grew faster and faster. While he wasn’t at a level to be considered ’second only to one,’ here, it was no exaggeration to say he took down one person with every move. The number of gang members from the Filthy Hands Gang was dwindling, and their panic was escalating. Some had begun to retreat, but the club’s front door, previously locked by them, now completely blocked their own escape route. "Open the door! Ge Tuo, get in there! Are you really going to watch your brothers die?" Ge Tuo was also hesitant. He sensed that Lu Luo seemed a bit stronger than before. Despite attacking so many times, his stamina didn’t seem to have diminished at all. How was this possible? "What do you know? His stamina is almost gone. Just wait a little longer, and he’ll be dead." As soon as Ge Tuo finished speaking, Lu Luo couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words. To him, these people were walking piles of cash! The difference was that the others were only worth 100, while Ge Tuo was worth 10,000. "A Second Tier pinnacle master, worth 10,000 bucks. I should collect that first." Lu Luo was five meters away from Ge Tuo. He planted his right foot, slid his left foot forward, and coiled power into his right fist. This stance was precisely the first form of the Dust Devil Secret Technique: the Deliberate Bombardment Fist. BOOM! He threw the punch, and a conical shockwave shot out, followed by a massive steam blast. All the outer glass and doors of the clubhouse shattered with a huge crash. Under this punch, the remaining members of the Filthy Hands Gang were almost entirely blown away, each suffering internal injuries and burns of varying degrees. Ge Tuo, who was at the very center of the Deliberate Bombardment Fist’s force, was now embedded in the wall, his body scorched and his bones shattered. Lu Luo had held back with this punch; he wasn’t the type to go overboard without reason. This injury might have seemed severe, but for a Second Tier Transcendent, two or three months of recovery would suffice. As for potential aftereffects, that was not his concern. If Ge Tuo had come to join the fight, he ought to have been mentally prepared for this. Watching Lu Luo’s punch, Bai Yuetong, from behind the bar, was somewhat excited. So strong! This guy is definitely the most suitable host for the Mechanical Arm! She stood up immediately, wanting to approach Lu Luo and talk about the Mechanical Arm formula from earlier. "I didn’t expect you to be not only smart but also so skilled. With your help, the Mechanical Arm..." Bai Yuetong hadn’t finished speaking when Lu Luo, whose battle-spirit and mental will were at their peak, turned and threw a punch at this stranger rashly approaching him. "There’s still one that slipped through the net!" But when Lu Luo saw that the one rushing toward him was Bai Yuetong, he tried to pull back, but the punch’s momentum could not be stopped! The moment before Bai Yuetong was about to collide with Lu Luo’s fist, Lu Luo wore a face of frustration. Damn it, she’s going to make that ’flag’ I set earlier come true. Is this some kind of setup, a scam to frame me? BANG! Bai Yuetong slammed directly into Lu Luo’s fist. Her stomach caved in, tears and snot streaming down her face together. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! SOB! RETCH!" Having been pampered from a young age, she had never suffered such a heavy blow! The worst part was the combination of intense pain and profound humiliation. Overwhelmed, she chose to simply faint. Looking at Bai Yuetong hanging from his hand, Lu Luo sighed inwardly. She’s crying, huh? There’s no feeling in this position... Is she an A-cup? [Yes, very symmetrical. A-cups.] "Yuetong! Lu Luo, what are you doing?" Yan Danqin quickly dashed out. Seeing Bai Yuetong unconscious and hanging from Lu Luo’s arm, she rushed forward to take her. Seeing Yan Danqin, Lu Luo realized he might have stirred up trouble because this woman was from the Inner Ring. "Hello, Consultant Yan Danqin. This is a gang fight right now. The Qinglian Gang put a price on heads, 100 per person. While I was fighting with the Filthy Hands Gang, this woman ran out. Naturally, I considered her one of them. For poor folks like us, 100 bucks is a fortune, so really, you can’t blame me for this!" The feigning-unconscious Bai Yuetong, tears and snot still on her face, wondered why she was valued at only 100 bucks. That Yan Danqin, she’s still fussing over such petty details! Why isn’t she hurrying to get me out of here! "Enough. Here’s 500. Just pretend nothing happened tonight." Compared to Lu Luo, Yan Danqin seemed even more afraid of word getting out about Bai Yuetong being beaten. She immediately offered 500—people from the Inner Ring truly were different. Lu Luo picked up the money with a grin and returned Bai Yuetong to Yan Danqin. He didn’t feel it was shameful; making money was never something to be ashamed of. "Alright, I’ve given her back to you. Now I’m off to settle accounts with the Qinglian Gang’s leader. If you’re not a member of the Filthy Hands Gang, you’d better stay away from here. They’ll be coming to clean up the battlefield." These words from Lu Luo were a kind piece of advice to a client—who could say he wasn’t a nice guy? He was also relishing the feeling from earlier; the satisfaction of making such a beautiful woman cry with a punch was immense. "Alright, open the door for me." Lu Luo nodded, kicked the sealed door wide open, and let Yan Danqin and Bai Yuetong out. After seeing the two off, Lu Luo dusted off his hands and headed straight for the back hall of the Swan Club. Li Qinglian and her gang members were watching Lu Luo with complex expressions. The combat strength Lu Luo had just displayed far exceeded all their expectations of him—it was astoundingly strong! "You guys go clean up first. Contact the decorators to patch up the walls and glass quickly—we’ve got business to do tomorrow." "Yes, Boss!" The "cleaning up" Li Qinglian mentioned naturally included dealing with those Filthy Hands Gang members. This time, the Qinglian Gang could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Not only had they eliminated the major threat of the Filthy Hands Gang, but emerging unscathed also gave them absolute confidence for the upcoming territory disputes. All thanks to the man before them, Lu Luo. The task being complete, it was naturally time for payment. Lu Luo, bypassing the somewhat nervous Qinglian Gang members, approached Li Qinglian. "You’re Li Qinglian, the Qinglian Gang’s leader, right? About the fee for this task..." "I understand, Mr. Lu Luo. Please follow me." Lu Luo followed Li Qinglian to a private room on the third floor of the club, which seemed to be her personal lounge. "Mr. Lu Luo, how many did you take down just now? How much is the payment?" "I counted 233 in total. I’ll give you a discount—just give me 35,000, and we’ll call it even!" Li Qinglian was dumbfounded. 233 my ass! At most there were 210. And Lu Luo’s way of giving a discount was... quite something. "33,000, right? Here’s 35,000. You can count it if you like." "No need. I trust the integrity of the Qinglian Gang’s leader." [The number of bills has been counted: a total of 350 notes, exactly 35,000 bucks.] As he took the money, the Observer’s prompt was accurate, so there was naturally no need to count. Having taken the money, Lu Luo was ready to leave, but Li Qinglian called out to stop him. "Mr. Lu Luo, you’re leaving just like that?" "What? Thinking of going back on your word after paying up?" Li Qinglian chuckled. "How could that be? Mr. Lu Luo has helped our Qinglian Gang; we’re incredibly grateful. How could we do something as foolish as going back on our word? Besides, as we agreed earlier, in addition to the money, whenever Mr. Lu Luo comes to our Swan Club, everything is on the house. It’s late now, Mr. Lu Luo, and you must be tired after the fight. Why not rest properly here at our Swan Club? We have everything here, from baths and massages to companionship. The ladies are at your disposal, and I guarantee your satisfaction." Li Qinglian had by now realized Lu Luo’s strength. Such a young powerhouse wasn’t just impressive for his current capabilities; his future potential was what was truly frightening. Therefore, Li Qinglian wanted to establish a connection with Lu Luo, and by extension, with Circle Studio. At the very least, she wanted to get on friendly terms with him. Lu Luo was already preparing to leave, but at this moment, faced with the hard-to-refuse temptation of a freebie, he inevitably stopped in his tracks. "I noticed you have quite a few services here..." "Of course. Our club meets the industry’s top standards." "Can I really enjoy them for free?" "Although that isn’t the most pleasant way to put it, yes, as you said, you can." "That preference of mine for... pedaling tricycles, is that also included?" "Huh? Tricycles?" "I feel like your legs are especially suited for a tricycle!" "This..." Since founding the Qinglian Gang, Li Qinglian had been single for many years. She usually lived a secluded life, operating from behind the scenes. Many people knew that the leader of the Qinglian Gang was a woman, but not many actually knew what she looked like. The main reason the Filthy Hands Gang challenged the Qinglian Gang was, of course, to fight over turf. But a small part of the reason was indeed their desire for Li Qinglian’s beauty, especially her long, slender legs, which truly stirred men’s thoughts. While Li Qinglian was still taken aback, Lu Luo had already swept her up horizontally and tossed her onto the bed in the lounge. The Filthy Hands Gang’s leader had those thoughts, and Lu Luo, being a man, had them too! Having suppressed his needs for over two months, Lu Luo, with his explosively increased strength, had long needed a thorough physiological release. But what about the women around him? You Xiaoqi? Not his type. Chu Qi? Six feet under. Qi Xinzhu? She was promising, but her special status meant she needed some... ’taming.’ Han Shiyu? The world of the living was quite nice; he wasn’t ready to leave it just yet. As for those classmates, female upperclassmen, and whatnot from school... come on. School was a place for emotional connections, and he currently had no such feelings. He just wanted a freebie. Since it was a freebie, why hesitate? (This section has been censored, sorry!) The next morning, after everything was over, Lu Luo lit a cigarette on the bed, savoring the lingering warmth. Once the cigarette burned out, Lu Luo got ready to dress and leave. Li Qinglian was still lying in bed, unable to get up. But seeing that Lu Luo was about to leave, she could only endure the intense discomfort and hastily called out to him. "Lu Luo, you’re leaving just like that?" Lu Luo turned around with a puzzled look, adjusting his clothes as he spoke, "Didn’t we agree on a freebie? You’re not going back on your word and asking me for money, are you? I knew it, you people are all the same. Luckily, I came prepared. Look, I’ve left the money on the nightstand. No need for change! I’m out." Li Qinglian turned her head woodenly to look at the nightstand, where 200 yuan lay neatly stacked. The crucial part wasn’t just that it was 200 yuan, but how it was given: not two 100-yuan notes, but one 100-yuan note, one 50-yuan note, one 20-yuan note, five 5-yuan notes, and then five coins. This was just too damn insulting, wasn’t it? "You?" "What about me? I didn’t freeload, right? I paid." "I!" "What’s with ’I’? You’re not thinking of talking feelings with me, are you? Cut it out, we’re all busy here." After saying this, Lu Luo, bare-chested, walked out the door. Li Qinglian raised her hand as if wanting to say something more, but ultimately, she let it fall. In the end, Lu Luo hadn’t freeloaded, so their interaction was merely a transaction. Only if Lu Luo had truly freeloaded could it be said that there was some sentiment involved. Sadly, he was never meant to belong here, and they would never share any emotional connection.