Chapter 518 - 44: Brawl
The lemon squeezer was also made by Zebra and was placed on a long table on the east side of the sunshade.
Wang Lin seemed unaware of the anger of the old-timers—
Of course, it was also possible that he had long been accustomed to these old guys’ attitudes and took it as normal.
Placing a lemon into the machine, Wang Lin placed a ceramic cup filled with water under the juicing spout, gestured to his chess mate to wait a moment, and began to turn the machine’s handle.
The wooden gears started to spin, making a teeth-clenching sound.
The olive-shaped green-yellow lemon was quickly flattened, releasing a juice with the aroma of lemon acid.
The water in the ceramic cup quickly turned yellow.
The sound of gears meshing was like drumsticks beating on Zebra’s heart; with each turn of the handle, his expression became darker.
When Wang Lin finished making the lemon juice and approached the chessboard with the ceramic cup, Zebra finally could not contain his inner rage and stood up directly.
Just as Wang Lin was handing the ceramic cup to his chess mate, Zebra rushed over and snatched the cup, splashing the lemon juice onto Wang Lin’s chess mate’s face.
He cursed with a native profanity, gave a cordial nod to Wang Lin’s mother, and without stopping, kicked over the chessboard.
"Do you even deserve to eat my stuff?"
Pointing at Wang Lin’s chess mate’s nose, Zebra shouted, and at the same time pushed Wang Lin’s chest, causing the much smaller young man to stagger and nearly fall to the ground.
Though caught off guard by Zebra, Wang Lin was not someone easy to deal with.
Regaining his balance, he grabbed the chessboard, kicked Zebra in the abdomen, and then swung the heavy wooden board onto Zebra’s head, instantly turning the ordinary scuffle into one of blood.
Zebra never expected this newcomer to the island would have such guts, and was caught off guard, ending up with a bloody head.
His head, hit by the chessboard, dazed and reeling, Zebra’s tall body was somewhat unsteady.
Before he could regain control of his body, Wang Lin pressed his advantage, stepping forward with the chessboard to continue his assault.
Most of the workers resting under the advanced sunshade were old-timers.
When the conflict started, they all anticipated mocking Wang Lin, never realizing the situation would reverse so quickly.
Seeing Zebra about to suffer a big loss, in a moment of urgency, these people forgot about legal constraints and, in throngs, stopped Wang Lin.
Among them, a few who were closest to Zebra pretended to break up the fight, seized the chessboard from Wang Lin’s hands, then directly knocked Wang Lin to the ground.
Wang Lin, relying on temporary blood courage and ruthless methods, temporarily gained the upper hand.
If it was 1v1, there was no doubt he had won.
But unfortunately, this was the territory of the old-timers. Having incurred their wrath, no matter how much he could fight, two fists were no match for four hands.
Pinned to the ground, he tightly embraced his head, curling his body to shield himself from the beatings with his back and sides.
Meanwhile, the chess mate who got a face full of lemon juice, realized the situation was off, and had quietly slipped away when no one was watching.
But he didn’t flee; he went to get reinforcements.
After all, there were more newcomers than old-timers on the island.
As the most promising among the new islanders, Wang Lin had close ties with his companions. Upon hearing he had been beaten, the new islanders immediately armed themselves with shovels, pickaxes, and steel pipes, gathering together to rush to the advanced sunshade.
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It was noon, workers were resting, and the young overseers also needed a break. When they heard the commotion outside and arrived at the scene, the situation was already uncontrollable.
Though this group appeared to have donned a veneer of civility after education upon arriving on the island, in essence, they were still savage and fierce natives.
At the sight of blood, they would instantly transform into warriors unafraid of life and death in conflict, disregarding any injuries, charging forward mindlessly.
With tempers flaring, the overseer boys dared not approach, fearing they’d be drawn into the melee.
Several shouted from the outskirts to stop, while others ran to the factory to report to the Leader.
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When weapons and combat skills are on par, numbers become the greatest advantage.
When Sunday arrived with the Fu, Lu, and Shou trio, the old-timers were already surrounded in the center of the sunshade, struggling to hold up the long table like a shield to barely fend off, effectively powerless against the new members.
A few severely injured were being guarded at the center, desperately awaiting rescue.
If Sunday had come any later, their defenses might have been breached, perhaps resulting in a beating to death here.
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With tempers rising and new members gaining the upper hand in the conflict, they could not listen to reason.
Seeing Wang Lin beaten so badly, all their past conflicts and grievances surged uncontrollably into their hearts, leaving them with only one thought at that moment—
they wanted these old bastards dead!
Sunday rarely appeared in front of this group and had never shown them his fierce and ruthless side, clearly lacking deterrent power.
Shouting loudly a few times, seeing the conflict persisted, not halting for even a second with his arrival, Sunday’s own temper flared up.
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Chen Fu found him when he was practicing shooting at the range.
Having heard of a large-scale conflict, and wanting to avoid accidents, he deliberately brought a rifle and ammunition, and naturally kept the Long Saber at his side when he arrived.
At this moment, the crowd was making loud monkey-like calls using native slang, combined with the clanging of metal tools, footsteps and curses, merging into a howling wave of sound.
As Sunday and the Fu, Lu, Shou trio’s voices joined this wave, it was like raindrops in the ocean, unable to stir even the slightest ripple.