"Enough, let's go eat. Later, we'll pay that little bastard a visit at FX Internet Cafe. He's just a little shit-tier network administrator. "
My uncle's scolding left me speechless, but there was warmth in my heart. No matter what, he was still my uncle. When trouble arose, he would help me out.
We had a hearty meal at a nearby barbecue stand. My uncle ordered five chicken legs for me and even treated me to two ice-cold beers. After the meal, my head was buzzing, and the pain in my body had eased significantly.
Speaking of alcohol, my uncle often said that a man should drink the strongest alcohol and sleep with the sexiest women.
"Jim, are you full? We'll give that little shit a beating later!" Hearing this, I started to feel hesitant. Though I had been beaten, I hadn't thought about retaliating. I just wanted Gary and his gang to stop bothering me.
"Uncle... maybe we should forget about it. You can handle it. I'm afraid he'll cause me even more trouble in the future..."
"Bullshit! Can you stop making me lose face? You look like a pile of shit after being beaten up, yet you're still hesitant? If he causes you trouble once, you punch him once. Keep punching him until he's too scared to cause you any trouble again!"
Seeing my uncle's eyes turn red, I wasn't sure if it was because of me or because he'd had too much to drink. He seemed quite intimidating, and I didn't dare to say anything more.
My uncle had always appeared carefree and easygoing, rarely showing anger. He had almost never directed his anger at me, so I felt a mixture of complex emotions. I wasn't sure if he had changed...
My uncle Perhaps because he felt he had spoken too harshly, he patted my shoulder and said in a more solemn tone, "Jim, it's not that I won't help you. It's just that there are certain things you must handle yourself. Later, when you confront that little shit, whatever he did to you, you do it back to him. Gouge out his eyes, got it?"
"Yes!" I nodded vigorously, though still a bit scared. Despite my fear, my uncle's support bolstered my confidence. Plus, there were a few heavily tattooed guys here; they seemed to have a good relationship with my uncle and would surely help if anything went wrong.
I thought to myself, as long as these tattooed guys were around, no one at school would dare to trouble me. They were all experienced in society, and their tough appearance while smoking looked pretty cool. They had an air of toughness!
After finishing dinner, it was already 9 PM. My uncle, accompanied by a group of people, arrived at the FX Internet Cafe. He parked the BMW car far off to the side. I felt a bit nervous, but looking at the several tattooed guys around me, I felt a sense of assurance.
Back when I was a child, I had been in fights, but they were always minor disagreements with friends, nothing serious. I had never actually physically fought someone, let alone seeking revenge like I was about to. My emotions were incredibly complex.
However, with my uncle personally leading the group, I had nothing much to fear. I still vividly remembered how Gary had beaten me up in the alley that afternoon; those memories were etched in my mind.
"Go inside first, we'll be right behind you. When you find that kid, you beat him for me, beat him mercilessly. Got that?" My uncle handed me a cigarette, and I took a deep drag.
"I understand, uncle. I won't embarrass you."
I took a deep breath, pushed open the door of the FX Internet Cafe. Despite my lingering fear, I was more concerned about not embarrassing my uncle in front of others.
You see, I've known my uncle for a long time. On the surface, he always acted like he didn't care about anything, but deep down, he had a proud and fiery temperament.
The air conditioning inside the internet cafe was running at full blast. Most of the patrons were playing LOL. I didn't even see a vacant computer. I looked around the internet cafe but couldn't find Gary anywhere. Doubts started creeping in – was Gary not here?
Just as I was contemplating leaving, my attention was drawn to a row of private rooms at the far end of the internet cafe. Maybe Gary was in one of those rooms. If I couldn't find him tonight, my uncle would surely come after me tomorrow...
Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see my uncle and a few tattooed guys. My confidence surged, and without a word, I headed straight for the private rooms.
The doors to the private rooms were closed. While they couldn't be locked from the inside, I couldn't possibly go knocking on each one, right?
Just as I was pondering my dilemma, I heard a soft gasp – it sounded like Shirley's voice. Those little moans and sounds were coming from the room at the very end...
I approached the door of that room and listened for a moment. Sure enough, it was Shirley and Gary's voices – those murmurs and gasps indicated they were up to something. I looked back at my uncle, clenched my teeth, and open the door walked right in.
As soon as I walked in, I was utterly shocked. Tears streamed down Shirley's face, her clothes were scattered all over the floor. Gary was pressing himself onto Shirley, his mouth incessantly sucking on her nipples. Shirley's hands were in constant motion, trying to fend him off. But Gary paid no heed to her resistance, persistently exploring the diverse sensations of every inch of her skin. Just as he was about to venture into a more intimate area...
I clenched my teeth and slapped Gary's face with all my might. My palm struck his face solidly. My uncle's words echoed in my mind – strike first to gain an advantage, hesitating only leads to defeat. Only fools wait to be hit before striking back!
The slap left Gary dazed, and I was dazed too. Before I could say anything to intimidate him, he landed a punch on my face. Everything went black, and I found myself sitting on the ground.
Gary started pounding me with a barrage of blows, cursing all the while. I covered my head, waiting for my uncle and his friends to arrive, but no one came. The pain became unbearable.
I'm not sure what possessed me, but I managed to stand up in a rush. A surge of unrestrained anger welled up within me. I couldn't afford to let my uncle down, no matter what!
With my eyes closed, I swung my fists furiously. I wasn't even sure where they were landing, but as long as they connected with Gary, I continued to fight back. Despite the pain, I persisted, feeling a sense of confidence as I sensed people approaching the door.
I fought relentlessly with Gary, unable to understand why was still fighting back. But with my uncle present, fear didn't grip me. I swung my fists like a madman, fighting with all my might.
Soon, I managed to knock Gary onto the ground. Without thinking, I straddled him and raised my fist, mercilessly pummeling his face. An unprecedented sense of exhilaration surged within me.