"Leave that Barefoot Immortal to me," Bufan said calmly.
"No way. You're still an ordinary person now. Facing a samurai is a dead end," Brother Qi waved his hand. "Definitely not okay!"
"This whole thing started because of me. I can't let the brothers risk their lives!" A red-faced man looked at Bufan gratefully, then scanned around and said in a deep voice, "I'll go out alone in a while. They can do whatever they want to me."
It was the same fellow worker who had been chased into the factory by the Barefoot Gang to be beaten up before.
Brother Qi frowned. "Wei Zi, let me ask you. If Xiao Wu got beaten up and they came to our door to seek revenge, and he said he wouldn't let you step in and was going to sacrifice himself instead, would you just hide?"
"Of course not!"
"Exactly. So don't say such nonsense in the future!" Brother Qi patted him on the shoulder and turned to Bufan. "The Barefoot Immortal still has to be dealt with by Liuzi. But what's your plan? Let's hear it."
"Just trust me. The deduction was successful."
...
"Brothers, those bastards are here!"
Five minutes later, a skinny young man ran in, panting.
It was already getting dark, but it didn't matter. Anyway, if it was hard to see clearly, everyone couldn't see clearly.
"Grab your weapons!" Brother Qi waved his hand.
After a while, the fat guy was carrying a two-foot-long large wrench, and Bufan was holding a large pipe wrench. The two of them wore double-layered masks and walked out of the factory gate with the others.
There was an open space of several hundred square meters here, and the fellow workers stood in their designated positions.
In the distance, a group of hooligans were swaggering over. According to the rules of the underworld, they stood ten meters across from them.
At the front of the group was a short guy with an afro, looking like a madman, with his distinctive three-lipped mouth.
"I'm the Barefoot Immortal. Today, I won't waste words. You guys messed with my brothers, so you have to..."
At this point, the three-lipped guy felt some commotion behind him.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain under his feet. Looking down...
The clay ground was slightly sunken, and the group of people were standing in a shallow puddle.
But no matter how thick the calluses on the Barefoot Gang's feet were, they couldn't soak in the high-concentration sodium hydroxide solution. That was strong alkaline water.
If it weren't for the fear that the ground would smoke too obviously, I would have splashed concentrated sulfuric acid on you directly.
Although the few warriors could release their spiritual energy outward, their feet couldn't leave the ground.
Soon, the whole group couldn't stand still and were shouting and jumping out of the puddle. However, the soles of their feet corroded by caustic soda were extremely sensitive, and some people even had large patches of skin peeling off.
At this time, even stepping on a small grain of sand was enough to make them feel extreme pain.
"You little bastards, with your grandpa..."
"Kill!" Bufan roared and rushed out first, charging straight at the Barefoot Immortal.
[BGM Begin]Facing the sunset, young man with flames on his skin,
Heart full of pride, sharp as the knife within.
Even if I break, no tears, don't weep for me,
Bury me on the mountain top, no need for a ceremony.
Yo~ Yo~[BGM End]
Seeing Bufan rushing over, the Immortal quickly swallowed the rest of his words and swung his pipe fork to smash down.
The thick steel pipe, nearly two meters long, had one end cut into a slope and sharpened. It could be used to stab forward or smash backward, and it was one of the artifacts for hooligans in a fight.
With one strike of the pipe fork, the Barefoot Immortal immediately got into the fighting spirit. The pain under his feet seemed to be nothing to him at that moment.
However, Bufan nimbly dodged to the side. The powerful additional damage of the flames created a fire pit. The fat guy, who came from the side, took out a plastic spray bottle and, taking advantage of the moment when the Barefoot Immortal's pipe fork hit the ground, sprayed hard at his face.
The Barefoot Immortal had just used up his move and was about to take a breath. He couldn't dodge in time and only slightly turned his face. Most of the water mist was inhaled by him.
"Ah!!!!" In less than a second, the Barefoot Immortal let out a wild roar. He only felt a fire burning from his mouth and nose all the way to his lungs. Large blisters rose on his face, and his skin seemed to be melting.
The highly toxic and concentrated hydrofluoric acid. Ingesting 1.5 grams of it could cause immediate death. It was much more effective than sulfuric acid. Bufan didn't expect there would be such a fierce chemical in the electroplating workshop.
Although the amount of this spray wasn't enough to be fatal, hemorrhagic pulmonary edema was on its way.
The Barefoot Immortal was also quite skilled. Despite being seriously injured, he still reflexively lifted his pipe fork and swept it diagonally at the fat guy's ribs.
Although the move was hasty and he couldn't use his full strength at this angle, the fat guy still felt like he had been hit by a telegraph pole and was sent flying three meters away.
"Bastard..."
The Barefoot Immortal was just about to curse and chase after the fat guy when a ball of cotton candy flew in front of his eyes along with a shout.
Damn it! I haven't been able to say a complete sentence today. Grandpa is so aggrieved!
Bufan didn't know how aggrieved the Immortal was in his heart. He only knew that he had to take advantage of the opponent's weakness and couldn't give him a chance to fight back. Thick spiritual energy wrapped around the pipe wrench, and the huge iron lump was swung into a semicircle with a whooshing sound.
Did it take dozens of lives to cause this chaos? Well, then I'll definitely give you a hard time.
In a fit of rage, the Barefoot Immortal hastily blocked back. In the blink of an eye, he used his pipe fork to block for a moment.
However, he underestimated Bufan's power.
This time, Bufan used all his strength, holding nothing back.
"Bang!"
A white light flashed. The heavy pipe wrench drove the steel pipe horizontally into the Barefoot Immortal's head, and one of his eyeballs was squeezed out.
The top fighter of the Barefoot Gang fell to the ground like a broken sack, without making a sound.
Fortunately, there was the steel pipe in between, so his body was still intact. Otherwise, his head would have been smashed like a rotten watermelon.
The group of people beside them had already been fighting in a melee.
Because the gang leader was so fierce, the gang members were used to letting him charge freely and only taking care of themselves.
But now, seeing their invincible gang leader being knocked down, their morale was immediately in chaos.
Did the other side also have a samurai? Could there be a samurai in a dilapidated hardware factory?!
Liuzi took the opportunity to smash his hammer on the forehead of a warrior.
At this point, the Barefoot Gang's advantage was completely reversed. Plus, each of them could hardly stand on their feet. Obviously, they were doomed.
Some people turned around and ran.
In a group fight, being fierce was the most important thing. You had to be fierce to others and even fiercer to yourself.
It was okay to mess around usually, but when it came to a real fight to the death, no one could run away. No matter how disadvantaged they were, they had to fight until the end, seeking life from death.
Once one person took the lead to run away, the whole group would easily turn into a routed army, and the situation would often be hard to control.
At this moment, seeing the main force running away, a few loyal ones hesitated for a moment and were then knocked down one by one by Liuzi and the others.
After checking, two people from the other side were dead, seven were seriously injured, and on their own side, only the fat guy had two broken ribs, and the others had minor injuries.
The victory came too quickly and easily, but everyone knew the reason.
"Good brother! Thanks to you!" Brother Qi put his arm around Bufan and couldn't stop praising him. The brothers also gathered around and slapped Bufan's shoulder so hard that it swelled up, which was the only minor injury he got in this big fight.
What could he do? He couldn't release a layer of protective spiritual energy when his comrades came to pat his shoulder.
"Alas, they were just dirty tricks. Not worth mentioning."
This wasn't being modest. In Bufan's opinion, it was really a last resort.
He secretly made up his mind to study hard and make progress every day, striving to crush his opponents as soon as possible.
Of course, a real man should be flexible. Before he was powerful enough, no matter what method it was, as long as it worked, it was a good method!
"Warfare is based on deception. Pang Tong flooded the Seven Armies, and Zhuge Liang burned the Rattan Armies. According to you, were those victories not honorable? Little brother, a win is a win. There's no distinction between noble and ignoble ways!"
Brother Qi comforted Bufan for a few words. Seeing that his frown relaxed, he waved his hand grandly and said, "Let's go and drink!"
As for the mess at the gate?
If the factory manager couldn't handle this little thing, what kind of factory manager was he? If the workers were taken away by the city guards, who would work for him?
This drinking session was wild. The fat guy with bandages wrapped around him was shouting, "I won't leave the front line even with minor injuries," and was also dragged to the wine table.
Everyone came to offer toasts to the two little brothers, and Bufan drank every cup that was offered to him.
He vomited after drinking, drank after vomiting, and after the meal, he felt his stomach was empty instead...
He actually made himself hungry!
After messing around until night, several brothers sent the two of them home respectively before saying goodbye and leaving.
There seemed to be no one else at home. Was the original owner of this body an orphan?
Bufan unlocked the door and struggled to turn on the 20-watt fluorescent lamp. He rummaged through the cabinets, found a bag of biscuits, stuffed them into his stomach, and then made himself a pot of strong tea.
One end of the fluorescent lamp had gone black and would blink from time to time. In the mirror of the large wardrobe, Bufan's face was sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
He looked at his disheveled self and suddenly showed a strange smile.
"What did you all get?"