Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

128: When the God of War is enraged, blood will splatter five steps away.The God of War’s rage, blood splatters five paces.

That ”God of War who returns with a hundred thousand soldiers while his daughter lives in a doghouse” from those cliché web novels was preparing to return early because of Fang Ming’s intervention.

As for how much earlier the plot would be, or how soon the God of War would return? Fang Ming didn’t know.

Regardless, his mission was to protect Ye Xiaoyu; everything else had nothing to do with him.

Screech!

On the way to the County Hospital, an unexpected situation occurred. Following the navigation, Fang Ming drove into an alley without streetlights when a bicycle suddenly rushed out from a side path.

Fang Ming slammed on the brakes just in time, barely managing to avoid hitting it with his new car.

But his mood had already begun to turn irritable.

What the hell was this? A scammer?? He was in a hurry; how could he run into something like this??

”Fuck!”

Fang Ming cursed and pushed the door open to get out.

There were no streetlights in the alley, only his car’s headlights and a bit of pale light seeping in from a convenience store at the distant intersection.

By this light, Fang Ming saw a person curled up next to the bicycle, wearing a dark gray hoodie, short in stature and thin in build.

”There aren’t even any streetlights, why the hell are you riding so fast? Are you in a rush to be reincarnated??”

The person on the ground had their hood pulled low, revealing only the lower half of their face. Their chin was sharp and thin, and their lips were chapped. Hearing Fang Ming, they looked up, clutching a knee with one hand while groaning.

”You... how are you driving? You hit me... my leg... I can’t move my leg...”

”Can’t move your leg?” Fang Ming’s eyes sharpened.

He hadn’t touched the guy at all just now. Was this fellow really a scammer?

”Just say it, how much do you want?”

”Two hundred... no, three hundred... give me three hundred, and I’ll leave immediately.”

”Fine, I’ll give you three hundred!!”

Although he guessed the other party was a scammer, Fang Ming wasn’t short on money now and didn’t want to waste time calling the police over three hundred yuan.

However, just as Fang Ming took out his phone and walked up to the man to scan the code and pay, the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. A strong sense of crisis surged to the top of his head like ice water.

Danger Perception triggered passively!

Without thinking, his body reacted instinctively. He shifted his feet quickly and simultaneously sidestepped to the left.

Rip!!

A dagger’s blade grazed past the hem of his shirt.

”You’re looking for death!” Fang Ming barked at the man.

The man was clearly stunned that his strike missed, but he reacted quickly, letting out a low growl as he launched a second attack with the dagger.

This time, he aimed straight for Fang Ming’s chest.

Unfortunately, Fang Ming was faster. The moment the dagger reached his chest, his left hand shot out like lightning, accurately grabbing the opponent’s wrist and twisting it downward with pressure!

”Ah!” the thin man screamed as the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

Fang Ming’s right fist, still holding the phone, swung upward in a clean, sharp uppercut that slammed heavily into the man’s stomach.

”Urgh!”

The man’s eyes bulged, and stomach acid mixed with dinner scraps sprayed out as his entire body curled up like a boiled shrimp.

Fang Ming didn’t stop for a second. He raised his knee and delivered a vicious knee strike to the man’s chin.

The man’s head snapped back, several bloody teeth flew out, and his body slumped backward.

Grapple, uppercut, knee strike—the entire process was lightning-fast and smooth as flowing water.

”Not a scammer?”

Fang Ming walked over with a flat tone, stepped on the man’s face, and bent down to pick up the dagger. He weighed it in his hand; it was a common, low-quality item found on the market, but it was sharpened.

”Speak, who sent you??”

”I... I...”

”Forget it, I don’t want to hear it right now!!”

Without waiting for the man to speak, Fang Ming grabbed his head and slammed it against the damp curb.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the thin man’s eyes rolled back, he saw stars, and he went completely limp, leaving only unconscious twitching.

Ignoring him, Fang Ming picked up his phone and dialed Deputy Director Wang’s number, being brief and to the point.

”Director Wang, I caught an armed robber in Xinglong Alley on the way from Yulong Town to the County Hospital. Come over and handle this.”

”Armed robbery?” Director Wang was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, ”Alright, we’ll be there within five minutes.”

Hanging up, Fang Ming didn’t stay to wait for the police.

Instead, he moved the bicycle aside, checked the man’s condition, grabbed him by the collar to toss him to the roadside, and got straight into his porsche cayenne to drive away.

”Damn, what bad luck!!”

He was now not only half a Cultivator but also half a medical expert.

That impact wouldn’t be fatal, but he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. It was more than enough time for the police to arrive, so there was no need to stay... However... even Fang Ming didn’t expect that his bad luck wasn’t over yet.

And in this world, some things were just that coincidental.

Yulong Town, entrance of the County Hospital.

Ji Ling霜 walked out of the inpatient building and irritably pinched the bridge of her nose.

She wasn’t wearing her police uniform today; instead, she was in a simple light gray tracksuit. Her long hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead and an excessively cold and elegant face.

”Captain Ji, the trail has gone cold again.”

The young male police officer following behind, Xiao Liu, wiped away some sweat and spoke with a frustrated tone. ”The caregiver only said they saw a back view—thin build, wearing dark clothes... that’s too broad a range.”

”What about the surveillance?”

”There weren’t many cameras near the abandoned building to begin with, and the only one that worked has been broken for half a month.”

Another female officer, Xiao Feng, chimed in, her brow also furrowed. ”The killer is very familiar with the local environment; their counter-surveillance awareness isn’t weak.”

The suspect they were hunting had committed a series of home invasion robberies and assaults in Chengdu with brutal methods, and the last disappearing clues pointed toward Jia City.

They had pursued them closely, only to run into a thick fog in this small county town.

”Eh, that’s...”

Ji Ling霜 was about to lead her team away when her gaze swept across the somewhat empty open-air parking lot in front of the hospital, and she immediately noticed something unusual at its edge.

Several men, about five or six, were scattered in inconspicuous corners of the parking lot. They seemed to be strolling casually, but their eyes frequently darted toward the hospital entrance.

They wore ordinary undershirts or T-shirts and held newspapers rolled into tubes. It looked normal, but the way they held them and the rigid silhouette of the newspaper rolls made Ji Ling霜’s detective instincts instantly sound an alarm.

”Captain Ji? What’s wrong?” Xiao Liu and Xiao Feng were somewhat confused.

”One o’clock direction, the one in the blue undershirt under the tree.”

Ji Ling霜’s voice was extremely low but her speaking speed was fast. ”And at three o’clock, the one in the black T-shirt crouching to pretend to tie his laces. Do you see the newspaper rolls in their hands?”

Hearing this, the two followed Ji Ling霜’s instructions and squinted to observe carefully.

”The newspapers are held too tightly, and the shape of the ends... doesn’t look like just newspaper.”

”It looks like something is wrapped inside. A club? Or... a knife?” Xiao Liu’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

”They’re waiting for someone.”

Ji Ling霜 said with certainty, her gaze locked onto one of the men. ”Their attention is all focused on the entrance driveway. Get ready; if things go wrong, we move in to control them.”

”Understood!” Xiao Liu and Xiao Feng quietly hid with Ji Ling霜, their hands creeping toward their concealed service pistols and police gear.

The atmosphere grew inexplicably tense, and even the cicadas’ chirping in the air seemed exceptionally noisy.

About five minutes later, a low and powerful engine sound approached from a distance.

A porsche cayenne without license plates drove steadily into the parking lot, finally stopping in a space not far from the outpatient department.

The car door opened, and a young man stepped out.

He was about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and light-colored casual pants, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking refined and handsome.

In his hands, he carried two paper bags printed with a children’s clothing brand logo and a bowl of takeout wontons.

It was exactly Fang Ming.

He closed the car door and instinctively looked around, his gaze sweeping across the outpatient building and passing over the men in the parking lot who seemed to have nothing to do.

Almost the instant Fang Ming got out and his gaze moved away from them—the men with the newspapers moved!

There wasn’t even any communication between them; their coordination was terrifyingly tacit.

Their originally loose positions quickly tightened. With a clear target, they headed straight toward Fang Ming, their steps fast and urgent.

”Not good!” Ji Ling霜’s pupils constricted behind the pillar. ”They’re going to strike. Move in, fast!”