Chapter 761: Tears of A Prisoner!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Rustle rustle rustle!

Liu Zilang's heart sank as he heard the nearing footsteps while hiding in the toilet.

His situation was similar to that of a young girl with a ponytail, trapped in a toilet by four afro-sporting men. What ensued would be as good as anyone's guess…

The only difference in the script this time was that the ponytailed young girl was wielding a weapon.

More precisely, a machete.

Creak!

The wooden door of the toilet opened. The fanbase players joyfully entered the toilet.

Liu Zilang raised the machete in his hands and then sent it downward in a single motion.

Everyone had just touched down on the ground, and no one had a military vest or helmet.

The first opponent to enter the toilet was delivered a blade to the head by Liu Zilang. He fell to the ground on his knees.

"Vic123 knocked out DragonBro by headshot with machete!"

'Oh my god!'

They had mentally prepared themselves that Liu Zilang would be wielding a weapon. However, they had plans to kill Liu Zilang off with a flurry of punches. As long as they pinned Liu Zilang to the toilet wall, they could do whatever they want. That was why they entered the toilet without any anxiety.

Liu Zilang's 'first blood' had disrupted their plans.

The door to the interior of the toilet was narrow. Once the person in front had been knocked out, the path of the people behind that person was blocked. Hence, they were not able to enter the toilet.

However, the other three players breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Liu Zilang only had a melee weapon.

Fortunately for them, he did not have a gun.

"Move aside, DragonBro! Stop mooning us!" someone yelled out from behind.

"Shove him aside! Let's get in and f*ck up that fella!" another cried.

DragonBro was reflexively crawling backward to hide from Liu Zilang. After hearing his teammates' comments, he looked at Liu Zilang's machete which was reflecting a cold glint of light. A chill was sent down his spine.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva!

'YOLO!' he thought and then crawled into the toilet.

He was prepared to sacrifice himself so that the Chicken King could be brought down!

The three afro-sporting players, along with the viewers in the live stream channel, became excited when they saw that player crawl into the toilet while clutching onto his stomach!

"Wow, is this 'Fight in Causeway Bay'?"

"I think it's more like 'Fight in Causeway Bay 2: Electric Booga-Loo."

"It's a forbidden story between a young girl and four afro men."

"Please explain it to me! I'm still underage. What's this about 'forbidden stories'?"

"It's still a 1v3. I think Vic is going to be clobbered now."

"There's no space for elaborate martial arts in such a small toilet. Looks like the kung fu master is going to die to random punches this time."

"…"

In the narrow space of the toilet, a bloody scene was about to ensue.

However, Liu Zilang abruptly unarmed his machete and switched to the open voice channel before he asked, "Hold on a second! Which channel are you followers of?"

The three fanbase players stopped when they heard Liu Zilang's question.

They were not in a hurry to finish off Liu Zilang anyway.

The reason why they were attacking Liu Zilang was to satisfy their curiosity and earn the achievement of challenging a legend.

Where was the sense of achievement in swarming a legend with a flurry of punches? The enjoyment came from toying with him and giving him a prolonged death.

Before the three people at the back could say anything, the person kneeling in between the two parties yelled out indignantly, "I'll at least let you die knowing your killers today, I DragonBro of West Kunming, have never…"

'DragonBro?'

Liu Zilang was taken aback. He thought the name sounded familiar.

His face darkened immediately after. "Shut up, dead man," he uttered.

"F*ck, I'm not dead yet!" DragonBro unhappily retorted.

Liu Zilang crouched and then delivered a knuckle sandwich to his head.

Thud!

DragonBro's red health bar dropped by half at a rate that could be seen by the naked eye. He immediately stopped talking.

His three teammates behind him burst out laughing. A jovial air permeated the space in the toilet.

One of his teammates, a player named AfricanWhitey, had seen Liu Zilang unarm his machete. He could not help but say, "How about this, we won't bully you…"

"You'll come up one by one?" Liu Zilang was overjoyed.

"We'll still swarm you together, but you can use your machete," AfricanWhitey said.

Liu Zilang: …

'Isn't that still bullying?

'If all of you pin me against the wall, there's no point in me holding a machete!'

Liu Zilang took in a deep breath and resolutely rejected his opponent's suggestion.

"It's fine. All my techniques are concentrated in this one fist." After speaking, he stretched his arm and struck a pose.

"Wing Chun, Master Lang! Pleased to meet you!"

Pffttt!

Everyone in the live stream channel began to piss themselves with laughter when they heard him. It was the wrong genre!

It was supposed to be a Hollywood action movie. Since when had it become a Chinese martial arts film?

The corners of the eyelids of the three people in the toilet twitched.

'Pleased to meet you?

'Pleased to meet my ass!

'Go go go!

'Let's beat the sh*t out of that showoff!'

In the blink of an eye, the three people flailed their arms and descended upon Liu Zilang who was near a corner.

Liu Zilang changed to the first-person's perspective and started punching the three opponents.

He could not afford to be pinned down to the corner of the toilet, otherwise, he would not be able to escape.

The punches stirred up gusts of wind in the toilet. Everyone seemed to be kung fu fighting with fists as fast as lightning. In fact, it was a little bit frightening.

Since there was a fallen DragonBro in the middle of the toilet, the cramped space was restricted even further. The three fans frequently injured each other. Hence, they did not have an overwhelming advantage.

Of course, the most unfortunate and pathetic one in the scene was none other than DragonBro.

He was frequently trampled on amidst the tussle between the two parties. Sometimes, they even jumped on his back.

In such a chaotic situation, he would have been long dead if it was not for the fact that he was kneeling on the floor.

His killer would have been most likely one of his own.

"Just a little more! I punched his face earlier!"

"He'll be knocked out after one more hit!"

"Eh? Wait! Where did he go?"

"…"

Someone among the three players in the toilet suddenly realized that something was amiss.

After a round of chaotic punching and jumping around in the toilet, he realized that Liu Zilang's position had somehow shifted closer to the entrance of the toilet.

"Oh no! That b*stard is running away!" he immediately shouted out in the voice channel.

However, his warning was too late. Liu Zilang, who had been punched until the point he only had an inch of his life left, opened the door and then dashed out of the toilet!

"F*ck! That b*stard is too cunning!"

"After him! Don't let him get away!"

"Hey, hey! Someone save me! I'm almost dead!"

The three of them hopped over DragonBro's body. None of them stopped to revive him.

'What a cruel, heartless world! Isn't there anyone willing to share their warmth with me?' DragonBro yelled in his heart.

Suddenly, they heard engine sounds coming from outside.

Then, the two people at the door of the toilet flew backward. They were thrown back into the toilet and hit one of the walls.

Splat!

Splat!

The two of them slid to the floor weakly!

The next moment, a black shadow blocked the entrance of the toilet door.

The four people in the toilet could only stare with bulging eyes. They felt a lump in their throat along with something warm and clear that had begun sliding down their cheeks…

The tears of a prisoner!

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