Urban Soldier Young Master

Chu Ge lifted his chin, his eyelids drooping, his gaze overlooking Liang Chen, suddenly stomping down with his foot.

Liang Chen's pupils shrank, his left hand gripping the window ledge, his right hand hurriedly moving aside, only for Chu Ge's right foot to heavily land where his right hand had just been.

With a dull "thud," Chu Ge scratched his head, "What did you just say?"

"I... I said don't!"

Liang Chen was truly anxious. Normally, even with just one hand, he could easily climb up to a safe place, but at this moment, he was utterly terrified, every part of his body feeling weak.

For Liang Chen, just holding onto the window ledge was an achievement, especially since Chu Ge was standing in the way. If he tried to climb up, Chu Ge could easily push him down with a slight shove.

Then, Liang Chen saw Chu Ge's right foot lift again, the psychological pressure becoming even greater.

"Who asked about that sentence?" Chu Ge's right foot descended again, "What did you say before that?"

Liang Chen moved his hand away again, barely managing to narrowly avoid Chu Ge's heavily descending right foot, cold sweat dripping down his face and falling from his chin.

"I said... I..."

Liang Chen's mind was blank, filled only with the image of Chu Ge's sneering face and his lifted right foot, unable to recall what he said the sentence before.

Chu Ge's foot came down again, faster and harder than before, the window ledge shaking more noticeably, Liang Chen barely dodging it, his heart jumping to his throat.

Actually, Chu Ge didn't expect Liang Chen to answer, he just wanted to make Liang Chen more tense, more aware of his current predicament. Only once Liang Chen became compliant and knew how to cooperate would their ensuing negotiations proceed more smoothly.

"Can't remember? No problem, let me ask you again, what is one thousand minus ninety-six?"

"Nine hundred... four?" This math problem was simple, Liang Chen answered instinctively without much thought, yet he didn't understand what Chu Ge meant, his tone slightly hesitant.

Chu Ge looked down at Liang Chen, a mysterious smile on his face, slowly lifting his right foot again, "Your math is pretty good."

Seeing the change in Chu Ge's expression, Liang Chen suddenly felt a greater pressure pressing down on him, a bad premonition arising within him, yet he had no idea what might happen.

As Liang Chen couldn't help guessing wildly, Chu Ge's right foot came down once more, faster and harder.

Liang Chen wanted to dodge, but just as he formed the thought, before he could take any action, Chu Ge's right foot fell on his right hand.

"Uh!" The pain was sharp and deep, resonating through every finger, as Chu Ge's sole landed on Liang Chen's fingers, making him let out a muffled groan.

"Your endurance is quite impressive too." Lifting his right foot again, Chu Ge remarked indifferently, the sound in Liang Chen's ears like the sneer of a demon.

Even just that one stomp from Chu Ge made Liang Chen's fingers feel like they'd been continuously pricked by a thousand needles, an indescribable pain. If not for his other hand gripping the window ledge, he might have fallen by now.

Liang Chen couldn't understand how, with his skills, he suddenly couldn't dodge.

"Nine hundred three."

As Liang Chen pondered, Chu Ge's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, startling him. Then he saw Chu Ge lifting his right foot again, hovering over the hand that had just been stomped.

"Nine hundred three? Could it be..." Liang Chen's pupils contracted.

Chu Ge chuckled, "Seems you're not that stupid. There are still nine hundred three stomps left. Do you want me to go faster or slower? Do you think you can last until I finish all these nine hundred three stomps?"

Liang Chen's eyes widened in horror, and he focused all his attention on Chu Ge's right foot, more cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Just one stomp had been unbearable, and if Chu Ge really stomped him over nine hundred times, he couldn't possibly endure it!

Chu Ge's foot fell again. Although Liang Chen clearly saw Chu Ge's movement, his foot still landed on his hand, causing a soul-shaking pain.

"Nine hundred two."

Hearing this number, Liang Chen became even more terrified. His right hand was already swollen, his right arm trembling slightly. He knew since he couldn't dodge just now, it would be even harder to avoid the next time.

Being continuously struck in the same place—the pain isn't as simple as one plus one equals two, let alone on the fingertips where every touch is a geometric explosion of agony!

"Nine hundred and one."

"Nine hundred."

Chu Ge's right foot kept lifting and dropping, each time slower than the last, as he counted each number out loud, as if playing a game he was thoroughly enjoying. As for Liang Chen's life, it was completely out of his mind.

At that moment, for Liang Chen, the entirety of life's meaning seemed to be... how to avoid that right foot which, with each lift and drop, threatened to step on his fingers.

Despite feeling increasingly strained, his left hand found it harder to support his weight with each stab of intense pain, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered, making futile attempts over and over.

He had never tried falling backward from such a height, and in this darkness, he couldn't guarantee that his hands would always find a spot to ease the gravitational pull, not knowing what consequences would ensue. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to take that risk.

Moreover, at first, he had both hands to use, but now, except when the pain surged, his right hand felt almost alien to him, and even his usable left hand was nearing the limit of its strength.

Chu Ge observed Liang Chen's expression, watching as cold sweat increasingly drenched his face, as if he had just washed it, with beads of sweat continuously dripping down his chin, his nerves evidently stretched to their limits. Finally, Chu Ge thought it was about time.

After dropping his foot one more time, god knows how many times, Chu Ge lazily yawned without immediately lifting his foot again.

Liang Chen's eyes lit up. He had been waiting for this opportunity for so long. His left hand swiftly moved twice along the windowsill away from Chu Ge, suddenly exerting force, propelling his body through the uncovered window back into the building.

When his feet touched the ground, Liang Chen let out a long sigh of relief. He had never known how wonderful it felt to have solid ground beneath him.

Immediately afterward, Liang Chen's legs buckled, and he collapsed heavily onto the ground, gasping for air.

Chu Ge turned around, coldly smirking in his heart. This kid acted so tough before, but now he's such a coward. It's only a fifth-floor height, what's there to be afraid of?

Watching Liang Chen's actions earlier, Chu Ge had no doubt that with this kid's skills, as long as he stayed a little calmer, he could seize every opportunity to cushion his body and land safely on the first floor.

In fact, the reason Chu Ge acted this way was precisely because he believed this kid might not stay calm enough nor have the guts to jump down the building.

Compared to someone like him who's been on battlefields countless times, experiencing life and death, this kid was like a flower nurtured in a greenhouse; even with impressive skills, without the mental fortitude, he's still doomed.

Chu Ge left the windowsill unhurriedly, crossed his arms, and stood in front of Liang Chen, "Kid, still thinking about having a fair fight with me?"

Despite the extreme insult in Chu Ge's use of "kid," Liang Chen neither looked up nor uttered a word, continuing to gasp heavily.

Chu Ge snorted through his nose, squatted next to Liang Chen, and lightly tapped his pale face, "Still think I don't dare to kill you? Hmm?"

"Seems like you've learned your lesson, knowing the difference between 'not wanting to kill you' and 'not daring to kill you.' Very good."

Chu Ge slowly stood up, pondered for a few seconds, pulled a memory card from his bag, and tossed it with a "plop" right in front of Liang Chen's eyes.

Liang Chen instinctively tensed when something landed near him, but relaxed a bit after realizing what it was. He had feared Chu Ge might throw a knife or something similar.

Chu Ge waited for two seconds, seeing that Liang Chen still showed no intention of looking up, he felt a bit helpless. Did this kid not understand the situation? Or was he still so scared that he didn't even dare to glance at me?

Since Liang Chen didn't move, Chu Ge had no choice but to tap the ground beside the memory card with his foot, giving Liang Chen a suitable reminder.

When Chu Ge lifted his right foot, Liang Chen flinched again, swiftly raising his head. The fear in his eyes was evident as he looked at Chu Ge.

Chu Ge felt a pang of irritation, thinking to himself that he was merely talking now, not planning to step on him again, so was there any need to be so disgraceful?

"Pick up this thing, listen to a few words from me, and then you can leave."

Upon hearing this, Liang Chen's gaze, filled with panic, also hinted at skepticism, yet he still didn't move.

Chu Ge grew more impatient, raising an eyebrow, "What? Don't want to leave? Waiting for me to get you two girls, arrange for you to stay here overnight?"

This time, Liang Chen finally realized that Chu Ge wasn't joking, and the heart in his throat settled a bit. He picked up the memory card from the ground, tucked it into his jacket pocket, and slowly stood up.

Chu Ge glanced at Liang Chen, satisfied with his current state. To ensure better communication, Chu Ge offered a friendly smile.

"Or... do you think I should finish those remaining eight hundred or so steps before we talk?"