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Chapter 488
Chapter 488 - A Brick
Big Brother slammed his hand down on the table and declared, “My brother's not wrong. We don't play by the rules in our line of work. We act on our moods. Why should I listen to you?”
“Because of this!” Su Ming announced, reaching into his pocket with his right hand.
He then slapped an object onto the table.
Everyone leaned in for a closer look.
It was a brick.
Big Brother looked perplexed.
He glanced at Su Ming's waist, wondering, “How can your pocket be deep enough to fit a brick?”
“Are you performing magic?”
“Why can your pocket fit a brick?”
“Do it again! Show us,” Big Brother urged, clearly intrigued.
Silence enveloped the onlookers once more.
The bystanders who had feigned indifference now turned their attention to the scene.
They thought to themselves, “Have the standards for being a thug dropped this low? His intelligence is laughable!”
“Big brother!” one of his henchmen couldn't resist prompting him.
Big Brother snapped to attention.
“You dare to threaten us with a brick!”
“You've got just one brick, and we've got numbers. You could only hit one of us at most!” Big Brother said, his brow furrowed.
His henchmen behind him felt a twinge of fear.
If it came down to a fight with Su Ming, that brick would surely find their heads.
No matter how foolish their leader was, he wouldn't allow himself to be the target.
He had his smarts about him in that respect.
“I can take you on one by one. Bricks aren't disposable,” Su Ming stated earnestly.
“You've got a point.”
“Exactly. One brick can take down a lot of people.”
Big Brother was taken aback.
One of his men couldn't watch any longer.
“Big Brother, maybe you're just worn out from last night. Get some rest, and let me handle this.”
“We have to take this woman with us today.”
“If not, don't blame us for not being nice!” This henchman wasn't too dim-witted.
“And what if I refuse?” Su Ming asked, setting the brick back on the table.
The henchmen froze.
A brick to the head would undoubtedly hurt.
They were used to intimidating others with their numbers.
But the thought of actual pain made them hesitant.
While they wavered, a breeze swept through.
The brick on the table gently landed on the floor.
Everyone was left speechless.
The room fell silent.
Big Brother was taken aback, Hsu Chenyue was equally shocked, and the few onlookers who had a clear view of the scene were just as bewildered.
They wondered, “What kind of brick is this? The wind actually picked it up. Is it made of cotton or sponge? Even if it were plastic, it couldn't be this light, could it? No wonder you pulled it out of your pocket. We thought you were performing magic. You could have pulled an aircraft carrier from your pocket and we wouldn't have batted an eye!”
Big Brother thought to himself, “He almost had me fooled.”
He was the first to break the silence, “I thought you were something special. Is that it?”
“This brick is terrifying. The wind can move it? Could it actually kill me?”
“I'd watch your back if I were you.”
His subordinates burst into laughter.
A waiter who had opened a window was momentarily frozen.
He thought, “Sorry. I just thought the room was a bit stuffy, so I opened the window to freshen the air. If they kill you, don't blame me. It wasn't intentional.”
“You tried to intimidate us with this thing? Do you take us for fools?”
One of Big Brother's men stepped forward with a scoff. He stooped to pick up the brick and, upon squeezing it, found it was made of sponge.
“Do you really think a sponge brick could kill someone?”
“A real brick might scare me, but you could hit me with this fake one a hundred times and I wouldn't feel a thing.”
The young man finished speaking and playfully slapped himself on the head with the sponge.
Suddenly, he gasped, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.
“Third Brother's acting is more convincing by the day!”
“Third Brother has been watching a ton of gangster films. His performances are increasingly lifelike!”
“Boss, maybe we should chip in and send Third Brother to acting school. It'd be a shame to waste such talent!”
“Absolutely!”
“Come on, Third Brother, cut the act. Get up, the floor's cold.”
“Third Brother?”
Initially, they were all laughing heartily, but their amusement quickly turned to concern as they sensed something was amiss.
Third Brother's performance was alarmingly convincing. He was not only convulsing but also foaming at the mouth.
Something seemed off, so they went to check on Third Brother.
That's when they discovered that Third Brother had genuinely passed out!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What in the world was happening?
Could the sponge brick have actually knocked Third Brother unconscious?
They were incredulous. It had to be a fluke.
They refused to believe that a sponge brick could pack such a punch.
Third Brother had been unwell since childhood, prone to occasional seizures. They figured it was just bad timing on his part.
Then, another young man stepped forward and said, “Brothers, don't be scared. Third Brother has had epilepsy since he was a kid. I can vouch for that.”
He picked up the brick from the ground and smacked it against his head, proclaiming, “Look, brothers, there's no way this brick could knock me out.”
But before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.
He was twitching and foaming at the mouth, just like Third Brother.
Everyone was in shock.
They knew Third Brother had a long history of health issues, including epilepsy. But this brother was the picture of health.
Why was he convulsing and foaming at the mouth?
Big Brother sensed that something was amiss.
How could this be happening?
Was the sponge brick really that dangerous?
Big Brother was skeptical. He picked up the brick, saying, “This is just a sponge brick, right? It can't possibly knock someone out. I simply don't buy it.” He continued to talk to himself as he brought the brick down on his head.
“Big Brother, no!”
The others tried desperately to intervene, but it was too late.
Big Brother's eyes rolled back, and he too collapsed to the ground.