Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2765 - 1963: Please Come Out of Retirement

Lei Ying laughed fiercely, charging straight for the short, stout man. Just now, that guy actually tried to ambush him; truly courting death.

Actually, even if Bai Xiaosheng hadn’t intervened then, the other party wouldn’t have been able to harm him in the slightest.

The short, stout man was kicked several meters away by Bai Xiaosheng. After landing, he took a couple of deep breaths to stop the pain, glaring venomously at Bai Xiaosheng, then shifted his gaze to Lei Ying, who was charging toward him.

"We’ve been fighting for so long; he must be worn out. I should have no problem dealing with him, especially since he doesn’t have a weapon!"

The short, stout man flashed a confident, cold smile, flicking the Butterfly Knife in his hand, instantly switching from a forward grip to a reverse grip.

At the same time, he lowered his stance, adopting a posture like a leopard ready to strike.

The short, stout man also silently evaluated Lei Ying as his opponent.

The other party was tall and muscular, fast and powerful, exceptionally strong, giving him an absolute advantage against ordinary people, but not necessarily here. He himself was short; the opponent would find it hard to catch him. Focus on attacking his lower body; the opponent might not be able to defend!

As long as the knife in his hand could open a few cuts on the opponent’s leg, the blood loss and pain would slow him down, sap his strength.

In the end, he would be the winner!

The short, stout man’s confidence soared at this calculation.

As Lei Ying approached, he casually pulled a stick about as thick as a rolling pin from the fence of old Rogge’s yard, roughly more than a meter long, hefting it in his hand and finding it quite suitable.

The initially confident short, stout man was momentarily stunned at this sight; he hadn’t expected that the opponent wasn’t unarmed.

"But using a blunt weapon against a sharp one up close is so foolish! When we fight close, I’ll make him bleed and wash some sense into him!"

The short, stout man coldly smiled within.

Lei Ying came striding over, reaching him in no time.

The short, stout man seized the moment while Lei Ying’s steps were still unsteady, suddenly stomping the ground with his feet, his body darting forward like an arrow from a bow, aiming directly at Lei Ying.

As long as he could get close instantly, the one with the knife would surely win.

That was the logic.

Unfortunately, the short, stout man’s opponent was Lei Ying. The rolling pin-thick stick in his hand swung with such ease, like a child waving a willow branch, light and swift.

The knife in the short, stout man’s hand hadn’t even been thrust forward before he felt a fierce wind from the side rushing at him; by the time he sensed it, the stick was already near.

Terrified, he raised his arm to defend without thinking.

Lei Ying, launching a later attack first, swung the stick hard onto the short, stout man’s arm, forcibly knocking him sideways several steps away.

Subsequently, Lei Ying swung the stick again, expressionless.

The direction of the stick’s swing changed to the other side, just as fast as before, dizzying to the eyes.

The short, stout man was alarmed to discover that he had underestimated the opponent’s speed with the stick, and despite the intense pain rendering one side’s arm numb, he hurriedly raised his other arm to block.

This thudding blow directly staggered him backward several steps.

Next, Lei Ying, expressionless, leisurely strode forward, waving the stick in his hand without any embellishment, left swing, right swing.

The short, stout man blocked to the left and right, not knowing how many hits he took in just over a minute, initially tough enough not to make a sound, but eventually letting out miserable cries.

The pain, it was simply too much to bear!

The knife in his hand, who knows where it had fallen, he couldn’t spare the time to look for it, just scurrying around clutching his head, mindless of his rear.

Lei Ying’s furious beating of the short, stout man left others present utterly speechless.

What was supposed to be a fight was completely turning into a beating.

Bai Xiaosheng had already arrived in front of the Baldhead and Tieluoga, both still staring in astonishment at that side.

One forgot they were holding someone hostage, the other forgot they were the hostage.

Realizing someone was in front of him, Baldhead jolted with fear. Seeing it was Bai Xiaosheng, his face changed with panic, his speech becoming stammered with fear.

"You, don’t come over, I-I have a weapon in my hand!"

Having seen Bai Xiaosheng kick his boss flying just now, Baldhead knew this was a man he couldn’t handle.

Tieluoga, seeing Bai Xiaosheng, had a look of joy in his eyes.

At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng didn’t intend to make a move, merely looking at Baldhead calmly.

"Don’t come any closer!" Baldhead threatened, retreating with Tieluoga, waving the knife at Tieluoga’s neck, yet with a "bang" sound of a dull strike, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed softly to the ground.

Behind, old Rogge wielded a frying pan in his hand, nervously looking at Baldhead, anxiously asking Tieluoga, "Child, are you alright, were you hurt just now?"

Tieluoga, amazed, looked at old Rogge, not expecting that in the end, it was his father who saved him, quickly replying, "I’m okay, I wasn’t hurt."

Old Rogge, anxious, checked him over before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Turning back to see Bai Xiaosheng watching him, old Rogge then expressed his gratitude, "Really, thank you for arriving in time!"

"Father, do you know each other?" Tieluoga curiously asked.

Earlier, he had seen his father greet this Huaxia friend and had been wondering about it.

"We’ve met once before." Bai Xiaosheng smiled, "Let’s go inside to talk; it’s inconvenient to speak here."

Behind them, Lin Weiwei also came over, following Bai Xiaosheng.

"Yes, yes, let’s talk inside, let’s talk inside." Old Rogge swiftly nodded.

"Please come in." Tieluoga also warmly invited.

Turning his head, old Rogge saw Baldhead, whom he had knocked unconscious on the ground, with what seemed to be some red on his head.