dognovel Chapter 252 Mekarev's Roar When He Sees Injustice
Chapter 252 Mekarev's Roar When He Sees Injustice
Li Zhen's gaze pierced through the swirling snowflakes, finally settling on the thugs who were closing in step by step. A faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips, carrying a hint of helplessness and determination.
“I had no intention of getting involved in this pointless vortex of conflict, but you have been pressing me relentlessly, leaving no room for maneuver. If it really comes to an irreversible point, then you can only say that you have embarked on the wrong path, and you have no one else to blame.”
As he spoke, Li Zhen calmly and gently removed his backpack and coat from his shoulders, placing them on the pristine white snow as if they were precious treasures. It was as if this pure snowfield could offer the gentlest shelter and solace for all the risks and worries he was about to face.
Varta was taken aback. Li Zhen showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he casually rolled up his sleeves, preparing for the impending confrontation. He glanced down at his tightly gripped butterfly knife, its cold gleam contrasting sharply with his opponent's unarmed composure. After a moment's hesitation, Varta gritted his teeth, determined to act without further delay, and charged towards Li Zhen, blade raised high…
Since transmigrating to the Song Dynasty, Li Zhen had never slacked off in honing his physique. Thanks to the enthusiastic help of his brother-in-law, his body had been honed to be as solid as a rock. Although Li Zhen was slightly shorter than his opponent named Varta, his agility was like that of a nimble ape darting through the forest. When Varta's blade sliced through the air, whistling through the cold wind, Li Zhen simply sidestepped, slipping out of the attack range like a fish. The blade grazed past him, leaving him unharmed.
Li Zhen moved swiftly, his wrist flicking slightly, and his elbow struck Varta's delicate wrist with precision. The blow was perfectly timed, instantly numbing Varta's entire arm, sending a wave of numbness straight to the top of her head. The sharp knife in her hand fell to the ground, embedding itself diagonally in the snow beneath her feet, leaving only a glint of cold light flashing on the surface.
Varta swayed, nearly losing his footing and falling. He quickly steadied himself and shouted to his companions, "Everyone, let's attack together and take down this Chinese kid! We'll split the money he's carrying equally and share the profits!"
Five or six thugs, howling arrogantly and wielding various weapons, pounced on Li Zhen like hungry wolves. Just as Li Zhen gathered all his strength, preparing to fight this group of thugs to the death, a deafening roar suddenly rang out from the side.
"You shameless bastards, how dare you gang up on the weak and bully the few! Don't you feel ashamed that so many of you are attacking one person?"
The speaker was none other than the bear meat vendor from before. He stepped forward, gripping a large, gleaming meat-cutting knife, standing like an unshakeable mountain between Li Zhen and the thugs.
Varta's eyes blazed as he glared at the stall owner, his teeth clenched, and he forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Mekarev, you just stay put and keep your stall. We'll go our separate ways and not interfere with each other. Don't push us to the point where we have no way out and we'll all perish together!"
Mekarev, the stall owner, stood firm, unmoved by the surrounding commotion. A cold smile played on his lips, and his voice was deep and powerful: "I, Mekarev, will see this matter through to the end. He is my dear friend, and any disrespect you show him is a direct slap in my face. So let me see if you have consulted the opinion of this sharp steel knife in my hand."
Just as the two factions were on the verge of a clash, a shout came from somewhere, drawing in a Maoist policeman. This officer was burly, with a somewhat rugged, stocky appearance. A belt tightly cinched his waist, a rifle gleaming faintly, exuding an air of formidable authority. He approached quickly, jogging, his face contorted with rage, as if a storm was brewing with his arrival.
"Valta, you blind fool, are you itching for a beating again? How dare you ruin my drinking session! I'll really skin you alive!"
Upon seeing the policeman, Varta instantly deflated like a wilted eggplant, dropping his weapon on the ground with a clatter. His face plastered with a fawning smile as he said to the policeman, "Oh dear, isn't this Sheriff Jeff? What a misunderstanding! We were just playing a little game with this Chinese friend who has come all the way from afar."
Sheriff Jeff glanced sideways at the long knife Mekarev was gripping tightly in his hand, a playful smile playing on his lips: "A little game? This is going a bit too far, you've even brought out your weapons."
After saying that, he slowly pulled out a pistol from his waist, the gun gleaming with a cold metallic luster, and said to Varta, "Come on, since it's so lively, how about I join in? I'll help you liven things up."
After being reprimanded by the police, the thugs were finally released. When they heard the police's order to leave, they vanished like the wind around the street corner in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.
Sheriff Jeff slowly bent down, picked up the backpack and clothes that had fallen to the ground, and handed them to Li Zhen, his eyes asking with a hint of inquiry: "You're Chinese, aren't you?"
Li Zhen took the recovered item, a smile playing on his lips, and nodded: "Yes, I came here to take care of some business, and thought I'd just wander around the streets, but I didn't expect..."
Jeff turned to Mekarev, his tone tinged with disdain and resignation: "Forget it, they're just a bunch of good-for-nothings. Let them go. It wouldn't be worth it if someone got killed..."
As the chaotic scene gradually calmed down, Sheriff Jeff's slightly overweight figure swayed slowly in the afterglow of the setting sun as he once again embarked on his journey to the tavern.
Li Zhen looked at Mekarev beside him, his eyes filled with gratitude: "I really owe you a debt of gratitude just now, Mekarev. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid I would have been in a difficult situation. Do you have some free time now? If you're not busy, how about I extend a little hospitality and invite you to have a drink with me?"
For a Maoist like Mekarev, wine is a bridge of friendship and a testament to affection. Hearing Li Zhen's sincere invitation, he laughed heartily and readily agreed. He then turned back to his stall laden with game, deftly cut off a large piece of succulent bear meat, draped it over Li Zhen's shoulder, and the two strode side-by-side toward the tavern, as if all the troubles had vanished with the wind, leaving only this moment of joy and tranquility.