CHAPTER 311: CHAPTER 311: 2 VS 1

"You’d better move quickly; my patience isn’t that strong." Xu Ke looked at the only person still clutching his gun and raised an eyebrow, speaking in a leisurely tone.

"Big brother!" The one who had already thrown away his gun looked at his still hesitant elder brother and said anxiously.

"Not throwing it away?" Xu Ke asked in return, and then slowly pressed his thumb down under everyone’s terrified gaze.

"Big brother!" The one who had thrown away his gun watched Xu Ke’s pressing motion, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets as he glared at his own brother, his fingers clenching and unclenching. The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

"Big brother! Think about the family; we can’t fall here." The man urged his elder brother, who still held onto his gun tightly, and seeing that his words weren’t swaying him, the man reached out to snatch his brother’s phone, apparently intending to grab the gun and throw it away.

"What are you all standing around for, do you have a death wish?" The man grappled unexpectedly with his gun-wielding brother, unable to handle him alone, and yelled at the other two who had already discarded their guns to assist in subduing the armed brother.

Only then did the others snap out of their stupor, helping the man to seize the gun.

"Are you stupid? The detonator in his hand is fake." The man with the gun confirmed his suspicion as he looked through the gaps between people at Xu Ke’s hand, unable to hold back from speaking.

"What did you say?"

The elder brother’s words caused the three others to halt their actions and look at him in disbelief.

"I said the detonator in his hand is fake; you’ve all been fooled by him." Pushing away the comrades pressing on him, the man glared at Xu Ke with a furious and complex look: "I’ve never seen you before. Who are you? Why are you helping him to trick us?"

Seeing his deception exposed, Xu Ke remained unflustered, his expression calm as if he didn’t care about anything.

Xu Ke’s thumb suddenly pressed down in front of everyone, and at the moment they almost held their breath in tension, a wisp of yellow flame emerged from Xu Ke’s hand — it turned out that the whole time Xu Ke had been holding a lighter. The colors of their faces shifted dramatically, and their stares at Xu Ke were murderous; they had never been so teased, and their killing intent toward Xu Ke exceeded that for the middle-aged man.

"You don’t need to know who I am, just that I’m here to help him. As for why — maybe he just caught my fancy. We have a saying in China, ’meeting is fate.’ Also, ’stand up for what is right,’ precisely fitting our current situation," Xu Ke shrugged and said.

"Since that’s the case, you can die with him." The leader glared at the ever-present smirk on Xu Ke’s lips, feeling a throbbing headache, and before he could react, his subordinate swung a knife at Xu Ke.

Meanwhile, the gun-wielding middle-aged man seemed dismissive of him, figuring with their help watching over, nothing could go wrong. The man was determined to kill Xu Ke to erase his humiliation.

The two sides held their guns aimed at each other, creating space for Xu Ke and the brother to face off.

The man, with his authentic American features, deep-set eyes, and tall, robust build, couldn’t see a fragile man like Xu Ke as a threat, but his arrogance and underestimation would cost him dearly.

It was over quickly, as if in the blink of an eye. Once they returned from their standoff and cast their gaze on the field, the outcome was already clear. The tall, robust man lay flat on the ground, knocking up a few green leaves.

And there was Xu Ke, whom they’d thought as weak as a chicken, unhurriedly pulling a dark handkerchief from his shirt pocket to clean his blood-stained glasses, his smile as always.

"Sorry, I was a bit heavy-handed, but I’m sure you understand, don’t you?" Xu Ke folded the handkerchief back into his pocket after cleaning it, setting his glasses firmly on his nose. He appeared even more refined than before, as if he had not just killed a living person, but an insignificant bug.

At this moment, the remaining three upgraded Xu Ke’s danger level a few notches in their minds, starting to take his martial prowess seriously.

"Will you continue? Who’s next?" Xu Ke asked with a gentle, polite smile at the three who were ready for battle.

"Don’t be rash." The elder brother, holding back his enraged subordinate, scrutinized Xu Ke and said, "This has nothing to do with you in the first place; do you really have to meddle and ruin our plans? Can’t you just step back?"

"I can’t; quitting halfway isn’t my style." Xu Ke shook his head, declining the suggestion.

The atmosphere once again plunged into a dead silence.

"If that’s the case, then we have no choice but to fight." The elder brother, his eyes full of battle intent and determined victory, released his hold on the two companions to focus on the middle-aged man.

Their end goal had always been the man’s death. Given his injuries and current blood loss, he wouldn’t last long. They just needed to outlast him or seize a moment to kill him, and then he’d leave. As for the newcomer, he’d find a chance to avenge their brothers.

The elder brother glanced at the man, already dying on the ground, his resolve strengthening, even steadying his grip on the gun.

On the other side, two men drew their weapons simultaneously, attacking Xu Ke. Under the sunlight, their daggers gleamed with cold, silvery glints, and all three bore a fierce, murderous intent.

Like three hungry wolves, Xu Ke and the other two entangled, the knife from the ground now in Xu Ke’s hand slicing through the wind. He not only expertly blocked each attack from the duo but also left trail after trail of wounds on them. In no time, the two turned into bloodied messes, their clothes soaked, rivaling the middle-aged man’s injuries.