Chapter 23: The Slow-motion World

Chapter 23: The Slow-motion World

At the moment the skill was activated, the world seemed as if someone had pressed the slow-motion button. A young man with yellow hair, swinging a steel rod at a snail-like speed, rushed towards him. Falling a step behind, the guy with a comically moving mouth, resembling a skinny toad, prepared to join the fight. He jumped down from a box, maintaining a suspended posture, and landed with his massive body at an extremely slow pace. Lei Cang even saw one of them stumble, lose balance, and fall to the ground, their facial expression frozen in a comical transition from confusion to fear.

There were over ten people, each with different movements, but their speed was equally slow. Usually, facing an attack from this many people would make even Lei Cang somewhat nervous. However, at this moment, his mood was surprisingly calm. He even had the leisure to count the intricacies and curves on the steel rod, which was only ten centimeters away from his head. Too slow... One frame every 1.5 seconds? Or maybe three frames?

He leisurely pondered, glancing at the distant clock tower. The second hand had just moved one-hundredth of the way, and the steel rod that was about to hit him had only moved a short distance of a finger's breadth. The guy cursing in slow-motion had just closed his mouth, elongating a syllable, while the big guy who jumped down had just landed, causing the dust to rise in extreme slow-motion and then disperse. As for the unlucky guy who was tripped, his face met the cement floor, and the impact caused his grotesque face to slowly deform, as if even saliva was shaken out.

"I—C..." At this moment, Lei Cang acted. He raised his hand, and his movements were just as slow. If these dozens of people were snails, then Lei Cang was like the star of an elderly yangge dance troupe, moving inch by inch. However, even at an elderly person's speed, he was several times faster than a snail. After about ten seconds, Lei Cang's fist finally approached the face of the yellow-haired youth holding the steel rod. Then... the world's flow suddenly returned to normal.

Boom! There was a muffled explosion in the air, followed by a whoosh as a figure was knocked away and landed in the crowd, causing a chaotic scene. The big guy who jumped down hadn't even had time to react when he felt a heavy blow to his abdomen. His eyes bulged, and he almost vomited his lunch. He looked down and saw the 'weapon' that attacked him, which seemed familiar. It turned out to be the yellow-haired guy who was at the forefront. The steel rod was now nowhere to be seen, and his right cheek was swollen high, wearing an expression of being in another world. His eyes were vacant, drooling from his mouth.

Seeing him like this, the big guy couldn't help but ask, "... Are you okay?" The yellow-haired guy looked at him dully for a while and then revealed a crooked and incomplete set of teeth, smiling idiotically. "Brain... My brain flew away, hehehe." The big guy: "..." It was evident that his brain might have been scattered.

He threw the yellow-haired guy on the ground, clutching his painful abdomen, and stood up. Several people on the other side were scattered on the ground in various positions, many of whom were hit by the flying yellow-haired guy, lying there groaning. The guy known as the 'Wolf of Yangchun Street' in the club was now pinned down by several people, blood at the corner of his mouth, unconscious. The man targeted by them still stood in place, calmly moving his right arm, where he had just thrown a punch. However, he didn't know that Lei Cang was in pain now, and tears were almost coming out. As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the more one has to endure... No, the force's effect was mutual. Even though his reaction speed had increased, his body hadn't been strengthened. Forcing his body to catch up with his reactions came at a cost. Every muscle and nerve in Lei Cang's arm was burning with pain. If this happened again, he was afraid his hand would break.

But the effect was also shocking. The ultimate speed meant ultimate strength. Before throwing the punch, Lei Cang had not anticipated that he could send a big man flying like a cannonball and knock over a dozen people like bowling pins. This kind of strength was getting close to that of the muscular squad leader. If he hadn't realized the tremendous force of this punch in time and forced himself to pull back, the yellow-haired guy wouldn't have flown backward; instead, his head would have flown backward, turning him into a female student.

At this moment, Lei Cang noticed there was one more person who could stand up— the big guy. However, he now clearly lacked the will to fight, his legs trembling. In fact, the big guy already regretted why he stood up. Wouldn't it be better to pretend to be dead?

"You, are you... Clark Kent?" "Who's that?" Lei Cang was puzzled for a moment, then a figure with red underwear on the outside appeared in his mind.

"Perhaps you should call me the Captain of the Divine Team," he shrugged, making a joke that nobody in this world would understand. He adjusted his wrist, and under the fearful gaze of the big guy, walked towards him and kicked him down.

"Next time I encounter you, I'll break your hands and feet."

"And another thing, the warning also goes to scum like you, stay away from this place. This place belongs to me."

The big guy obediently nodded like a little chick. It was quite impressive to see someone of his size acting so submissive.

Lei Cang was about to leave when he remembered something and asked, "Who ordered you to come?"

"The Thousand Fist Society!" The big guy answered smoothly this time, "They are the largest gang in the west. We were just doing a job for money. Spare us, big bro... "

"By the way, the director of Guanyin Temple Academy, Yue Jiamao, seems to be related to the Thousand Fist Society..."

"The Thousand Fist Society..." Lei Cang frowned and asked a few more questions before telling him to get lost.

After dealing with this group of people, Lei Cang returned to Kong's side.

"The problem is resolved, let's go," he said.

Kong obediently nodded and extended her small hand, wrapped in bandages, silently holding his hand.

Lei Cang patted her hood and led her away from this road.

The two walked along the street and arrived at the orphanage, stopping at the entrance. This time, it was smooth, and they didn't encounter any obstacles.

"We're here," Lei Cang let go of Kong's hand.

"I'll just take you here; I won't go in. Once I get in, I can't help but want to see my mom and the orphanage director, which will waste a lot of time."

"Remember not to go out too often when you go back. I'll send you living supplies regularly. If anything happens, call the police and then call me. Oh, and..."

Facing Lei Cang's instructions, Kong obediently nodded, but at the end

, seeing him about to leave, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother... Aren't you coming back to stay?"

Lei Cang hesitated for a moment, then said, "I won't come back; it's better outside."

"Is it because of the orphanage? I heard everything just now..." Kong's eyes slightly closed, looking a bit sad.

"Don't think too much. Even without you guys, I would still face them." Lei Cang sighed.

His mother's resting place was here. How could he back down? The opponent was a powerful gang, and they wouldn't easily give up on such a valuable piece of land. Even if they only built two small villas on it, it could be worth several million. If they built a shopping mall or something similar... it could generate tens of millions in revenue.

In the face of such great benefits, with the other side consisting of a bunch of old and weak members, the only one that could be considered somewhat threatening was seventeen-year-old Lei Cang.

With such easy profits and large rewards, it was no wonder anyone, especially those operating in the gray area, would be tempted.

A conflict between the two parties was inevitable.

Just looking at today, the Thousand Fist Society didn't even bother to conceal their intentions and sent over a dozen people to forcibly deal with Lei Cang, completely disregarding the orphanage.

They thought they had me figured out...

Lei Cang's gaze turned cold, but soon returned to his usual appearance.

"Don't think too much," he gently rubbed Kong's small head, messing up her soft pink hair, and smiled, "I promise, as long as a little time passes... maybe half a month, this matter will be resolved. So, don't think too much, okay?"

Kong weakly nodded. Lei Cang watched her enter the orphanage with three glances before turning back home, ready to put in more effort to finish the game and strive for its release tomorrow.