The Mafia King's First Love Chapter 429 – Lu Bojing (2)

The burly man thought that it must be his mistake. He tried shaking it off, but it was locked in Lu Bojing’s grasp.

What is happening? Why can I not shake him off?

“What the fuck are you doing!?” He snarled.

How can his grip be so strong? He looks so weak and pathetic!

Lu Bojing cried and whispered to him, “I don’t want to hurt you…s-so please let us go…”

He stared at him.

“You don’t want to hurt ME?”

“Y-yes…it will be painful,” he sobbed, “So just forget about hurting her and l-leave, please…I am begging you…”

The man’s fuse short-circuited. “You think you are capable of hurting me when you just took a punch from me?”

“Yes.”

The man couldn’t believe it, and it wasn’t his fault. Lu Bojing was punched hard, but he didn’t fight back at all. He was cowering in fear, which he still was. He was crying then and now too.

But what was the difference?

He was so weak then.

Then how could he lock a man’s wrist now who was twice his height and three times his weight?

The man was getting agitated because he couldn’t move his hand. Angry veins popped on his forehead, and he raised his left arm to punch his gut.

“Bojing!” Lihua shrieked and shut her eyes instinctively.

But that hit never landed on Lu Bojing. He stopped his fist midway.

The man was pure dumbfounded. His arm was thicker, wider and way more muscular than Lu Bojing’s. Even so, Lu Bojing blocked it.

But the next part shook him the most.

Lu Bojing curled his own fingers into a fist and moved his arm backward.

He laughed. “You wanna punch me? You really think-”

He didn’t see it when, but he felt a sharp pain shot in his abdomen out of nowhere. He choked hard and stumbled back. He lowered his head and saw Lu Bojing’s fist on his stomach.

“Aaaahhh…”

He would have already fallen hard on his back with the impact, but Lu Bojing had held his wrist. He didn’t let him fall.

The others couldn’t see what was happening. Lu Bojing had blocked their view. So they didn’t know why the man suddenly seemed in pain.

The man looked at Lu Bojing in disbelief.

Was it really Lu Bojing who punched him?

Lu Bojing pursed his lips. “D-Do you understand now? I-I was telling you that y-you will suffer…It will be painful…why didn’t you listen to me…?” He sniffled. “Boss says…it’s not wise to fight with me…”

The man could hardly understand him. He felt everything go dizzy, and the pain felt like somebody was tearing his organs apart.

“I don’t like fighting…So let’s stop this here, okay?” Lu Bojing pleaded.

The man had no clue what was going on.

This man…he is crying, but…he-he just punched me so bad… What’s his deal?

But whatever it was, the man was now extremely furious. He thought that it might be a fluke. It was simply impossible.

Fighting the pain and dizziness, he raised another fist, but Lu Bojing shook his head as he cried even more. “Why a-are you not understanding?”

Lu Bojing did two things at once. He snapped the man’s wrist bone that he was tightly holding onto. And he landed another punch on his stomach. Same spot and double the intensity.

“Aaaaahhh!” He screamed.

He finally couldn’t bear it and fell on his knees. He coughed blood, and a thin line of it trickled down his chin. His eyes rolled back, and he gasped hard. He felt nauseous.

If what he felt previously was someone tearing apart his organs, then now he felt as if they had completely disintegrated. He could literally feel his internal organs bleeding.

“It is really hurting, right?” Lu Bojing was worried. He whispered. “T-that’s why you should really stop…I have been telling you for so long. Boss s-says that I cannot hold back my s-strength,” he trembled. “I might kill you by accident…” he burst into tears, “But I don’t want to kill you. I-I just don’t want you to h-hurt Song Lihua…Please.”

The man was breathing hard.

“Will you listen to me now?” He meekly asked.

Will you listen to me now…

Lu Bojing was asking as if he was begging him, but the burly man clearly sensed the threat from it.

Will you listen to me now…

Or do you want me to hit you again?

The man painfully looked at him. Lu Bojing was crying. He looked worried and as if he was suffering instead of him. He seemed sympathetic. He seemed as if he wanted to help him.

But his strength, his punches, told another story altogether.

“Y-you wouldn’t be able to bear another hit from me…” he wiped his eyes that had turned slightly red from crying too much. “I know it. My next punch will kill you. B-But I don’t want to, so-so will you stop now?”

The man paled. He felt his insides burning as if it was hellfire.

J-just who is this man…?

A feminine man with an average height and build who nobody will believe had any strength at all.

A man who was a crybaby even when he fought.

A man who begged to stop the fight, yet his words felt like a threat.

A man who looked like a pushover but wasn’t a pushover at all.

Just who was he?

The man felt it. He would really die if he had to take another punch. He felt it in his bones that made him shudder hard.

He dazedly nodded. “O-okay…” he painfully gasped.

Lu Bojing blinked his teary eyes and beamed. “R-really? You finally understand me? Thank you so much,” he let his dangling wrist go and bowed in front of him. “I appreciate it…Thank you for being so understanding,” he sniffled.

The man was shell-shocked.

What is he doing? Does he have some screws loose!?

Lu Bojing happily hopped over to Lihua’s side, who was crying with her eyes shut.

“It’s over now! We are safe!”

Lihua stiffened.

“B-Bojing?”

“En. The man won’t hurt us now…”

Shocked, Lihua opened her eyes. But the first thing that she saw was a familiar figure rushing towards her. He was running as if his life was on the line. The fear was evident in his irises.

“Lihua!” Wei bent on his knees and pulled her in his embrace.