I Made Perfect Accidents with a Pen After I was Released from Prison

Chapter 35: I’ll Break Your Hands and Legs

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“It’s over!”

The director knew that she had completely lost control this time.

“You can’t go against them!

“They’re a big gang in Chicago. If you go head-on with them, you’ll be the one at a disadvantage, child!”

It was fine if the director was injured, but if Lott and the others were injured, her heart would really ache.

However, Lott completely ignored her. Instead, he squatted and stroked the head of the child whose eyes were brimming with tears.

Lott asked softly, “Were you afraid just now?”

“Yes!”

Many children recalled what they had looked like just now and they were all slightly afraid.

“Then will you still stand in front of the director next time?”

“Yes!”

Lott, who was somewhat out of his expectations, looked at their determined gazes. He could not help but feel gratified and happy.

‘If they are all sensible children like you, I’d be relieved.’

Lott slowly stood up. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at the gang members in front of him.

“Have you thought about how you’re going to die?”

When he heard this sentence, the gang member who was holding a baseball bat with nails embedded in it took a deep leap. It looked like he was about to use the baseball bat to blow Lott’s head off.

A figure who had sped up suddenly rushed forward. Lott exerted force on his thigh and kicked out with great force.

The kick landed squarely on the stomach of the gang member. The kick made him roll his eyes. He was immediately knocked unconscious.

Then, the gang member flew back more than ten meters at an even faster speed and crashed into a red-hot campfire.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

White smoke immediately rose from the man’s back. Then, he fainted due to extreme pain. None of his ribs, internal organs, skin, and wrists were intact.

“Is that all the King of Hell can do?”

Lott retracted his kick. There was no change in his tone as though he had stepped on a bug.

At this moment…

A burly man with tattoos on his body shook his wrist as he looked at Lott with ill intentions.

“Kid, you brought this upon yourself.”

The man was wearing a black tank top. His entire body was filled with bulging muscles. His arms were as thick as a thigh. There was also a scar on his face. It was terrifying to look at.

The little guy behind Lott turned pale when he saw him.

This was the number one fighter of the King of Hell’s gang and Adam had rescued him from the military prison. He had a bad temper, which was why he was able to enter the military and injured an instructor before being sentenced to prison.

In the past few years, the man had made a huge contribution to the territory that the King of Hell’s gang had conquered.

The man had once chased after more than a dozen people and chopped them up. He stood in front of Lott.

With a sudden punch, the man’s arm, which was thicker than Lott’s thigh, was clenched into a fist, and with a whistling wind, he struck Lott’s neck.

If this punch had hit Lott, his neck would definitely have been broken!

The man was aiming to kill!

“Dodge!”

Director Aisha screamed anxiously.

At this time, Lott turned around and gave Director Aisha a smile as if nothing had happened.

“It’s fine. He’s not worthy of being my opponent.”

With a single hand, Lott had blocked the gang’s number one hitman’s iron fist. The man’s expression instantly changed.

The man’s fist could break through a door, but it was blocked by a weak young man with a single hand?

The man withdrew his fist. He felt as if he had smashed his fist into an iron plate. His hand was shaken until it hurt and he could not help but be alarmed.

“There’s something about you. No wonder you dare to stand up for others.”

The number one fighter took two steps back and looked at Lott from head to toe. Then, he took out a ferocious-looking fighting glove and put it on his hand. He laughed sinisterly.

“Stand up, right? I like trash who stand up for others the most.

“In the army, I fight to stand up.”

After the man said that, he threw another punch. This time, it was three times stronger than the previous hit and it was aimed at Lott’s temple.

If this punch had landed on an ordinary person’s head, he would have immediately exploded in the head and died on the spot.

‘That’s good. I don’t need to show any mercy when dealing with such people.’

Lott exerted force with his feet, stepped out with his left foot, and suddenly kicked out with his right foot. He was the first to strike, sending the number one fighter flying in the air.

Under the incredulous gazes of the King of Hell gang, the number one fighter’s body shifted seven to eight meters in the air.

The man crashed into the body of the previous gang member with a loud bang.

This 200-pound body directly pressed down on that member. He let out a blood-curdling scream and did not make another sound.

This was the King of Hell’s gang’s ace fighter. How could he be defeated by a seemingly weak young man?

At the same time, the number one fighter felt as if he had been hit by a motorcycle. His internal organs seemed to have shifted. He spat out a large mouthful of blood.

“Go! D*mn it! Over a dozen people are going to kill you!”

Seeing that the man’s underlings were all watching him, he waved at the group of people behind him.

The dozens of strong men in black behind him looked at each other and nodded. They each took out their machetes and steel pipes and pounced on him.

‘Can you fight more than a dozen of them?’

Director Aisha had long hidden herself in Welfare Institute with children in her arms. She was shivering, leaving Lott alone to face the dozens of men who were slashing people with their machetes.

“Since you all want to die, I’ll grant your wish!”

Lott snorted coldly. Suddenly, he moved his body and rushed into the crowd like a phantom.

After being strengthened by the system, Lott was now several times stronger than an ordinary person. With just this punch, breaking a person’s ribs was a small matter. If it hit a crucial point, it would kill the person.

Previously, Lott had punched the person’s knee. The man’s entire leg was bent in a strange 90-degree angle and flipped outward.

Then, Lott stepped on the person’s leg and hit the person’s shoulder with his elbow. The man’s rib broke and it stabbed into his chest.

One machete was aiming at Lott.

Lott pulled the rib out of the man’s wound with his skin and tendons intact to block the blow. The man’s blood gushed out of his lungs.

With a precise blow, Lott smashed the man’s head with the rib with blood and flesh.

Lott stabbed the man in the eyeball with the bone. The broken bone went straight into the man’s brain.

One could even see the white brain matter in the hole at the back of the head.

In an instant, Lott had killed and wounded three people.

They were holding their hands and feet, and screaming.

They had hands and feet, but they only bullied the weak. What was the point of keeping them?

In Lott’s heart, these people were no longer human beings, but beasts in human skin.

Against such people, there was no need to have any reason.

Just kill them!

As for these people’s machetes and steel pipes, under Lott’s superhuman speed, they could not even touch a corner of Lott’s clothes.

Looking at the remaining people, Lott swore that he would make these people break all their limbs!

Since they were unworthy, let them protect themselves.

Lott turned into a shadow and rushed toward the crowd!