Chapter 10: Brother’s Skill in Martial Arts Is Equally Impressive

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Wusong was already eager to show off, ready to demonstrate his skills before his elder brother. But unexpectedly, Su Wu stepped forward first, his pace swift, fists clenched, aiming directly at Yun Lishou’s face.

Su Wu was no stranger to fighting; grappling and hand-to-hand combat were his expertise. Why not let Wusong have his moment? Because he wanted Wusong to hold back a little longer.

In a blink, Su Wu struck without warning, his movements incredibly fast. A cry of pain came from Yun Lishou as he stumbled backward but quickly regained his footing, swinging an iron ruler toward Su Wu while cursing, “You brazen thief, you really have the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!”

“Ah!” Another cry rang out before the iron ruler could land. Yun Lishou’s vision darkened, a solid punch landed squarely on his face, and he staggered, collapsing to the ground.

“Quick, quick, all of you, attack together!” Yun Lishou shouted from the ground.

Su Wu paid no mind, leaping onto Yun Lishou and pounding him with heavy fists. After a few rapid blows, Yun Lishou was unconscious.

Looking up, Su Wu saw a dozen or so ruffians standing dumbfounded nearby. Dong Jian stepped forward, “What’s the matter? You really want to fight my boss? Do you not know how the great tiger of Jingyang Ridge met his end?”

Dong Jian was quick to react. Seeing no one step forward, some had already turned to flee—not out of fear, but to spread the news.

Hearing Dong Jian’s words, Su Wu smiled. Those who thrive on violence and lawlessness are hardly the kind of men with upright families.

“Bind them up and take them back to the jail. And that debtor too!” Su Wu ordered as he rose. He then glanced at the onlookers who drew nearer.

“Captain Su, are you really going to imprison Yun Lishou?” someone asked.

“Of course. In the past, I did not interfere deeply, but now seeing them bully others with impunity, as the county captain, how can I turn a blind eye?” Su Wu declared with a sense of duty.

The crowd dared not speak further, but their eyes were curious—part timid, part hopeful.

It seemed a real show of authority was needed, and the senior official Ximen would serve well as a stepping stone.

Under all eyes, the captives were bound and carried away.

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Many townsfolk followed along, whether out of goodwill or curiosity, eager to witness the contest of strength between Captain Su and the formidable Ximen.

Dong Jian was about to disperse the crowd when Su Wu raised his hand to stop him; a large audience was just right.

Halfway there, they looked ahead and saw Ximen arriving with twenty or thirty ruffians.

Dong Jian, startled, hurriedly asked, “Captain, what should we do now?”

This time, Su Wu said nothing.

Wusong broke the silence, “Afraid of them? I, Wusong, have never known fear in my life!”

He was about to draw his waist knife.

Su Wu smiled, “No need for knives; better not to cause fatalities. Fists will do.”

Wusong relaxed his grip on the knife handle and clenched his fists instead. “Brother, II'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.