area51novel Chapter 68 Those shitty DC writers can't control him.
Chapter 68 Those shitty DC writers can't control him.
Thanks to the skill [Minor Proficiency in Reconnaissance and Counter-Reconnaissance] that he had acquired from previous missions, Zheng En noticed these people shortly after they appeared.
Although judging people by their appearance is not a good habit, they don't look like good people at all.
While the four were sizing him up, Jung Eun was also observing them.
In the square, it was always the tall, fat guys queuing up to attract his attention; there had been instances where they cut in line and even clashed with the children maintaining order.
The child, who only reached his waist, was so startled by the fat man that he stumbled and fell to the ground. Those around him, seeing his imposing stature, dared not speak out in anger, and those who had been cut in line remained silent.
Zheng En immediately got into a conflict with the other party. At first, the fat man tried to use his size advantage to confront him, trying to scare Zheng En into backing down like a child.
Then he was severely punished in public.
This incident did not affect the homeless people queuing for relief. When Jung Eun went to suppress the fat man, the children, unaware of what was going on, would crowd around him with concern, and even though they were afraid, they would still stand with him.
But Jason was different; he was well aware of Zheng En's fighting prowess. Seeing that Zheng En deliberately led the fat man a little further away, he knew that Zheng En didn't want to interfere with the homeless people receiving aid.
The other children nearby wanted to run over to help, but Jason grabbed them, saying, "Don't worry, he's very good."
Small animals with a sense of companionship will gather together to intimidate enemies, and street children also have this habit.
They cannot afford to get injured, and rather than escalating to physical brawls, they are more accustomed to assessing each other's strength by the size and number of people involved when they encounter each other.
This is also why homeless groups recruit new members.
When resources allow, a larger number of people means they have an advantage, especially in situations involving conflict with other groups.
But the more people there are, the more food is needed, and everyone has their own ideas, which is a big challenge for the child in charge.
Most homeless children's groups are limited to three to five people for various reasons, and any larger group is prone to splitting up. Large groups like Jason's, with seven children, are extremely rare.
But if it weren't for Jung Eun, such a large group wouldn't have lasted long.
Without money, even a simple cold can be hard for a smart kid to survive. Other children will clash over limited food, change their attitudes toward their sick friends, and these disagreements can cause the group to break apart.
Now, they are threads twisted into the same rope.
Missing front tooth was half-believing, half-doubting, but still worried. His concern for Zheng En prevailed, and he quickly broke free from Jason's grasp and hurriedly ran over.
After hearing this, Clever Egg quickly glanced at the scene and sat back down. He wasn't fully recovered yet, so he mostly helped distribute food next to Jung Eun.
There was a commotion in the middle of the line, but the people waiting in line didn't care. Their hearts were on their food rations. The old man standing in front of them was hunched over and couldn't straighten his back. His spine had been deformed from years of hard work.
Seeing that the children's attention had been diverted and they were not making any move to distribute food, the old man began to plead with them.
Jason quickly handed him the things. The next person to step forward was a Black woman carrying a child, and the one after that was a thin, bony child...
Zheng En wouldn't let someone like the fat guy cut in line, and after beating him up, the fat guy left in a panic. The next time he distributed food, the fat guy learned to line up obediently.
Jung Eun knew that queuing was not his purpose. The bald man and the tattooed man would pretend to be doing nothing and wander around. The short man who was keeping watch in the dark had appeared near the Red Tiled Building.
Judging by the timing, it's time for them to make their move.
Zheng En glanced at the car in the rearview mirror, dropped off the children, and parked the bread cart at the alley entrance. He made an excuse to go buy something nearby, leaving the children to wait inside, and walked out alone, giving those men ample opportunity to make their move.
They did not disappoint Jung Eun's expectations.
Just as he was about to cross an alley, a bald man and a tattooed man suddenly appeared at the alley entrance, completely blocking the way out. Turning around, he saw a fat man grinning as he walked towards him, his face full of fat and swaying precariously.
"It won't do you any good if you kneel down and snot up, Chinky."
"Chinaman" is a discriminatory term coined by Westerners.
English, a language system that can make even the words "grape" and "raisin" seem completely unrelated and not very clever, is quite adept at displaying a sense of superiority.
Jung Eun wasn't angered by his words. She beckoned to him with her finger as if teasing a dog, "Come on, you idiot."
He would have been more wary if they had pulled out their guns from the start, but in their eyes, even his beating up of the fat man in the square was an accident.
How could they possibly lose when it's three against one?
They were all carrying steel crowbars, and they charged at Zheng En from both ends of the alley.
The fat man was particularly vicious and eager to save face in front of his companions, so he swung his crowbar and hit Zheng En on the head.
The opponent's actions were simple and brutal; their trajectory could be predicted at a glance.
Zheng En bent over to dodge, then grabbed the tattooed man's collar and pulled him toward the fat man. The crowbar struck him squarely on the forehead, his face contorting like Picasso's, saliva mixed with blood and teeth spurting from his mouth.
Seeing this, the bald man following behind raised a steel bar and slammed it down at Zheng En...
The sounds of fists and kicks echoed in the alley. The steel bars and crowbars, both metal, clashed with a powerful clang. Passersby who heard the noise walked by quickly without even looking. Some windows above were opened a crack out of curiosity to peek in, while others were quickly closed.
The sounds of fighting stopped not long afterward.
Dealing with a few thugs who rely solely on brute force and tools in fights isn't difficult, at least not for Zheng En, who is equipped with [Melee Proficiency].
He asked his mentor, Batman, about skill fragments, such as the different melee abilities of Batman at different stages, and what the fragments he obtained were based on.
As he expected, the skill fragments originated from Batman's peak abilities.
How strong were Batman's close-combat abilities at his peak?
Breaking through the atmosphere with his physical body, dodging Omega rays, kicking the Hulk in an old comic book collaboration, fighting Reverse-Flash with the Speed Force... The screenwriters can write all sorts of things according to the needs of the plot, with extremely high ceilings and extremely low floores. He can fight Wonder Woman, but he can also get stabbed in the back by thugs.
However, since the skill fragments are based on Batman's peak abilities, it's impossible for Zheng En to be defeated by an unknown NPC.
The shitty DC writers can't control him.