My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 28: Reciting the “Three-Character Classic”

The guy with the yellow hair raised an eyebrow at me. “Ugly people are always up to no good?” He clearly hadn’t taken a look in the mirror before saying that. “Boss, wait until he’s finished his act before you beat him up,” a man behind him said softly. “I’m actually curious to see what kind of tricks he can pull off here.” The guy with the yellow hair nodded, smugly puffing on his cigarette. He waved his hand impatiently and said, “Then hurry up. Once I’m done with the two of you, I’ve got a date to make.” With so many people gathered around, he wasn’t the least bit worried that I—with one hand missing—could make a run for it. “Mm-hmm,” I replied, unfastening the strap that had been securing my hand. Seeing my strange behavior, they stared at me warily. “You little bastard—you aren’t hiding a gun in that cast, are you?” I let out a cold laugh. “If I really had a gun, would I be wasting my time chatting with you guys for this long?” Looks like these guys have been seriously brainwashed by cop shows. “Cut the crap. You think I won’t beat you up right now?” Another henchman standing next to the Blond-Haired Guy seemed to have a short fuse—or maybe he just wanted to impress his boss. He was about to charge at me at the slightest provocation but was held back by the Blond-Haired Guy. Now he was glaring at me as if I’d killed his own father. I tapped the wall behind me again. “There’s nothing wrong here, is there?” The guy with the yellow hair flashed a sinister grin. “Are you planning to pull a ‘walk-through-the-wall’ stunt? If you can actually walk right through that, I’ll let you off the hook today.” “No, no, no,” I shook my head. “I think you guys might have misunderstood.” The crowd looked puzzled. “Huh?” “What I want to show you is this.” No sooner had the words left my mouth than I let out a soft shout. My right arm instantly gathered power; I raised it and slammed a punch into the wall at the end of the alley. My spiritual energy really did do me a favor—the moment my fist struck, I felt my hand overflowing with boundless power. There was a thunderous “BOOM.” The already narrow alley was instantly engulfed in dust; cracks spread outward from the wall, and fragments of brick and tile rained down onto the ground. “Cough, cough.” I hadn’t expected that punch to pack such a punch. I’d thrown it with my eyes wide open, so I’d choked on the dust several times, and now my eyes were stinging a bit. Silence reigned all around. Even as the dust slowly cleared, they still hadn’t recovered—the cigarette the blond guy had been holding in his mouth had long since fallen to the ground. I looked up at my handiwork and was startled myself. A gaping hole two meters in diameter had appeared in the wall, surrounded by a dense network of cracks. I was certain that if I landed one more punch, the wall would almost certainly collapse. “What the hell?” Overcome by utter astonishment, one of them blurted out a phrase in English, which really took me by surprise. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Qi Yun came up beside me, looked at the hole, and let out an ambiguous sigh. I didn’t have time to pay him any mind. Instead, I walked up to the guy with the yellow hair, gave him a half-smile, and said, “Not a bad show, huh?” Blondie instinctively took several steps back, staring at me in terror without saying a word. The two guys who’d been behind me plucked up their courage and crept over to the wall. They reached out to touch it, then, with grim expressions, kept nodding and shaking their heads at Blondie. “It’s real.” “How did you do that?” Blondie blurted out in a panic. “Wasn’t that hand already severed?” He seemed to be doing the breakdance, but upon closer inspection, it turned out his legs were shaking violently. “That’s right,” I nodded noncommittally, unable to deny it, as I held out my left hand. “I wonder what would happen if I hit you guys with this unbroken hand…” I was just showing off—after all, my “Qilin Arm” power was only developed in my right hand. As for my left, forget about shattering boulders; I might even lose in an arm-wrestling match against them. “Don’t.” The Blond-Haired Guy was like a startled bird; he turned to run, but immediately froze. Behind him was a dead-end alley. That’s just how people are—when faced with events beyond their understanding, especially those that threaten their lives, their first instinct is always to run. The two “door gods” who’d been keeping watch outside the alley and then followed me in saw the blond kid’s cowardly reaction. Unable to handle the tension, they started shouting and made a move to leave. “Stop right there!” I roared. Realizing that didn’t sound fierce enough, I added, “Unless you want to die.” The threat worked. The two of them—one in front, one behind—skidded to a halt simultaneously, turned around with long faces, and shakily shuffled back to my side. This time, it was my turn to enjoy the look of sheer terror on their faces. Blondie spoke in a tearful voice, “No wonder you don’t need to carry a gun—your whole hand is a nuclear weapon.” “Holy shit.” Only then did Zhao Leichuan snap out of it. Still lying face-down on the ground, he looked utterly stunned. “Mengmeng, are you on a sugar high or something?” I glared at him. “Shut up.” Turning to the group, I asked, “Do you guys know what to do now?” They all nodded in unison, helping Zhao Leichuan up from the ground as if he were their own father. They carefully smoothed out his clothes, brushing off the dust and shoe prints, and pulled out tissues to wipe the blood from his face. Another one released Xia Chun, removed the towel from her mouth, and timidly pushed her over to my side. “Chen Meng, are you okay?” Xia Chun looked at me with concern, pointing at my arm. “What happened to your hand?” I whispered softly in her ear, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Let’s deal with these guys first.” Xia Chun nodded without saying a word, but she couldn’t resist reaching out with her delicate hand to touch my arm, which was wrapped in gauze. She let out a soft gasp, “Yikes, it’s so hard!” Time seemed to freeze in that moment. Everyone else stared at me in astonishment. My face instantly flushed all the way to my ears, and I looked awkwardly at Huang Mao and the others as I shouted, “What are you thinking? She meant the cast is hard.” Xia Chun’s remark was incredibly devastating—I almost gave in right then and there. Everyone nodded like little chicks pecking at grain, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” “Ugh, that really pisses me off,” Zhao Leichuan said after catching his breath, then kicked Huang Mao and the others several times with all his might to vent his anger. Out of respect for me, Yellow Hair didn’t dare fight back. Not only did he not fight back, but he even forced a smile and added, “We’d love to see you again.” “That’s enough.” I put a stop to Zhao Leichuan’s outburst and looked at Huang Mao, saying sternly, “Do you realize you were wrong?” “I know, I know,” Yellow Hair—who wouldn’t dare say no—reflected on his actions. “I shouldn’t have tried to steal a woman from you, Big Brother.” Zhao Leichuan and I shouted in unison, “Bullshit.” “Don’t you have eyes in your head? What the hell do you mean ‘that cute girl’?” Zhao Leichuan grew angrier as he spoke and kicked Huang Mao in the butt again. I glanced awkwardly at Xia Chun. She didn’t seem upset—at most, her face was slightly flushed—and she didn’t say anything in response. “Big Brother… can we go now?” Seeing that everyone seemed to be in good spirits, a young man standing behind Yellow Hair timidly asked me. I cleared my throat and shook my head. “No.” “Big Brother, if you want money, I’ve got it. Can’t I just give it all to you?” The guy with the yellow hair was on the verge of a breakdown; he pulled out his wallet and tried to shove it into my hand. I glanced at the Blondie’s scrawny wallet, flung it onto the ground, and looked around at the group. “What’s your level of education?” They exchanged confused glances, unsure of the point of my question, and replied in unison, “We graduated from middle school.” “Alright, then I’ll test you on a primary school question. Answer it correctly, and I’ll let you go.” “That’s way too easy on them,” Zhao Leichuan kept complaining; clearly, he hadn’t had his fill of revenge yet. Hearing this, Blondie quickly nodded in agreement. “Okay, but please don’t test me on math—I haven’t quite mastered the nine-times-table yet.” I scratched my ear. “All right, then. Just recite the *Three-Character Classic*.”