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I had never walked through this short passage before when Jack suddenly appeared in front of me. Bare-chested and with a flushed face, he approached me. If it weren't for his distinctly Caucasian features, I might not have recognized the furious figure coming my way.
Damn that Fatty too; hitting someone without hitting their face, and look at how he made the American Guy look like a pig's head. Jack's face now resembled Fatty's; it used to be square, angular, and stylish, but now it was round. His high nose and chin were no longer visible.
The saddest part was his once-flowing golden hair, which now clearly had two patches missing from the front, exposing his bloody scalp. It looked like it had been forcibly pulled out.
As he walked past me, Jack's swollen eyes glinted with cold light, as if he wanted to kill me again.
"Old Cao!" I shouted angrily as I pushed through the crowd in the passage. "What the hell is going on?"
The door to the Gladiatorial Arena had already opened, revealing an empty interior that resembled a sports venue or gym. As I shouted, Cao Mingzhe appeared at the entrance.
He paid no attention to my furious demeanor or the angry steam almost spewing from my mouth; instead, he pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it before nodding at me.
"As you requested, neither of them suffered any serious injuries—just some superficial wounds. What are you still dissatisfied with?"
"You..." I momentarily lost my words.
Cao Mingzhe was right. Although Fatty and Jack looked pretty miserable, they only had superficial injuries. Whether their faces were swollen or their heads bandaged, or even if a few tufts of hair were pulled out, the worst injury was probably a broken nose bridge. But none of these injuries would affect their mobility or hinder this assessment mission in any way.
"So who won between them?" I was quite curious; both of them looked like a mess. Surely there must have been a winner. I hoped it wasn't a draw that would force them to fight again later.
Cao Mingzhe pointed at his nose with the cigar. "Me. Didn't you see that I'm the one smoking a cigar?"
"Are you kidding me? Do you think this is the NBA Finals? Should I get you a championship ring?"
"You were supposed to break it up, but instead, you just stirred the pot."
I felt my expression was probably as long as Fatty and Jack's. I turned around and ran back.
"Not even a thank you?"
Hearing Cao Mingzhe's complaints behind me, I felt a wave of regret wash over me. If I could take him on, I'd definitely go back and kick his ass.
Originally, I planned to let Cao Mingzhe handle it, allowing them to settle their differences, and that would be the end of it. Both of them had high spirits and were unwilling to back down. But once they actually fought it out, I believed that this grudge would be resolved.
However, with Cao Mingzhe messing things up like this, a feud that could have ended has now been indefinitely postponed. The problem is that it might evolve into a three-way rivalry. Based on the looks Fatty and Jack shot at me as they passed by, I concluded that I had landed on their blacklist.
Whether it’s Fatty or Jack, if they challenge me to a duel, I would definitely be the one getting beaten up. Who would I even complain to?
By the time I ran back to my room, I was drenched in sweat—mostly from fear; running those two steps in the cold shouldn't have made me sweat like this.
The hallway was empty; it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Yet, I sensed a thick atmosphere of hostility lingering in the air. Others might find a place to hide, but I truly had nowhere to go. Gritting my teeth, I stepped into my room.
The two defeated duelists were there getting dressed. European looked at them in shock while Xiao Ting stood beside Fatty, tears streaming down her face.
I took a couple of steps forward, awkwardly saying, "Look at this mess. How did it escalate to you two getting into a fight with Old Cao trying to mediate? This is too much!"
Both duelists turned their faces toward me, three cold, piercing eyes fixed on me.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I glanced at Fatty. Up close, I could see his head was covered in bumps, resembling a scene from some animated show. But I couldn't laugh. I didn't have the guts to smile; those cold eyes were like swords, ready to pierce me the moment I showed even the slightest hint of amusement.
With a face full of despair, I turned to Jack. Damn it, not only had he lost a couple of tufts of hair, but patches of his scalp were also torn away, revealing coin-sized wounds that were bleeding profusely. Blood streamed down his chubby face, forming two trails like tears.
Cao Mingzhe was truly heartless. He deliberately targeted the most noticeable spots. Instead of hitting Fatty's ugly mug, he had to go and turn Jack's handsome face into a pig's head.
To avoid provoking them further, I quickly tried to smooth things over. "I'll have a good talk with him later; this isn't right. There's an old saying: you don't hit someone in the face. Otherwise, should I call him over to apologize to you two?"
"Get lost!" I really didn't expect them to be so united in their response. Their spit sprayed all over my face like a fountain.
I realized that while they both hated Cao Mingzhe with a passion right now, if he actually came over to apologize, they would probably tremble in fear.
Wiping my face with my hand, I found it covered in blood. It seemed those two unfortunate souls had lost some teeth as well.
Sure enough, after wiping my face, I felt something drop into my collar. When I fished it out, it turned out to be a tooth—specifically, a molar. Just how much force did it take to knock that tooth out?
I held it up and asked them, "Whose is this?"
“Damn it.” Fatty cursed as he looked at the tooth, reaching into his mouth to feel around.
“That’s mine.” Both Jack and Fatty claimed the tooth at the same time.
The two chubby faces exchanged glances.
“This is a molar, you lost your incisor. Why the hell are you trying to claim this?” Fatty said, still fuming.
“Shut up! I had him knock out two teeth. Not just the incisors, but also a molar.” Jack’s words were barely coherent.
“Well, that means you lost. I only had him knock out one tooth.”
I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. With their current state, why were they still arguing about who won or lost? Can’t they show a bit of ambition?
Clearly, Jack was unimpressed by Fatty ’s argument. He responded with a middle finger.
“Pfft, that finger of yours is broken.” Fatty spat at Jack’s raised middle finger.
I felt embarrassed for him. “Bro, can we come up with something new? Stop using the same old threats; it’s too stale and lacks creativity.”
“Am I right? Fine, let’s change it up. Your finger has been broken twice now.”
I lowered my head and rubbed my temples. “Bro, stop messing around. Let me find a military doctor for you two; we don’t want any lingering issues.”
“There are already lingering issues! That bastard Cao is using his awakening ability to bully people. Is that even a skill? And you! Just looking at you makes me angry. You knew he had that ability and didn’t give us a heads-up. If I had known he wasn’t human, who would have dared to mess with him? Am I crazy? Why would I go looking for trouble?”
"I'm so wronged! Let him stop you two from getting really fired up. Who knew he would pull this stunt? If I had known, I might as well have gone myself. At most, I would have seen one of you get hurt, and I wouldn't have to bear this blame."
Fatty got dressed, shot me a fierce glare, and turned to leave.
I called after him, "Where are you going? Don't be foolish; you can't beat him."
"Of course I know that. I'm going to stay in Da Zhang's room. Just looking at you makes me angry, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control my emotions and end up beating you up."
"Then go ahead." (To Be Continued...)
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