Urban Martial Saint

Big Sister was practically kneeling in front of Ding San, pleading and crying desperately. She knew there was no way she could escape, so begging was her only option, hoping Ding San might soften his heart toward her.

Ding San didn’t immediately kill Big Sister, as though her begging had touched him. He stood silent before her for a long moment, then slowly bent down and said, ”Don’t want to die, huh?”

”No… I don’t want to die…” Big Sister was overjoyed, thinking she had convinced Ding San. She quickly continued, ”Uncle Ding, I… I’m still just a child. I… I really don’t want to die…”

”You’re a child, and Xuanxuan wasn’t a child?” Ding San roared angrily.

Big Sister trembled uncontrollably, quickly explaining, ”Uncle Ding, Xuanxuan… Xuanxuan was beaten to death by the five of them; it… it had nothing to do with me. When Xuanxuan was in school, she was still my good friend. If it weren’t for Director Wu demanding her, I… I wouldn’t have brought Xuanxuan into this…”

”Enough nonsense!” Ding San glared at her and said coldly, ”If you don’t want to die, I’ll give you a chance right now. Help me do something!”

”Uncle Ding, whatever it is, you… you just have to say it. I’ll definitely do it for you…” Big Sister replied quickly.

”It’s simple for you.” Ding San pulled out a notebook and a pen from his pocket and said firmly, ”Write down the names of everyone backing you—those supporting you in this, whether they’re hooligans or officials. Write them all down!”

”Huh?” Big Sister froze briefly, then asked, ”Uncle Ding, why… why do you want these names?”

”Is that even a question?” Ding San replied coldly, ”These people are nothing but scourges on society alive—might as well kill them outright!”

”Huh?” Big Sister’s face paled even further as she stared at Ding San, her fear mounting.

”Are you writing, or not?” Ding San glared at her coldly and said, ”If you don’t want to write, I can find someone else who will!”

”No, no, no, I… I’ll write, I’ll write right now…” Big Sister hurriedly snatched the notebook and pen from Ding San’s hand and lowered her head to scribble furiously.

There were quite a lot of people involved. Big Sister spent over an hour writing, densely filling two pages of the notebook with over one hundred names before she completed everything she knew.

”Uncle Ding, I… this is all I know. They have other connections behind them, but I’m not aware of those.” Big Sister carefully glanced at Ding San and asked nervously, ”Uncle Ding, since I’ve written this, can… can I leave now?”

”Leave?” Ding San sneered and said, ”Who told you that you could leave?”

”Huh?” Big Sister stared at him in shock and protested, ”Uncle Ding, you just said it yourself! If I wrote down these names, you would let me go! Uncle Ding, you… you can’t go back on your word!”

Ding San replied, ”I said earlier that as long as you wrote these names, I’d give you a chance. I never said I’d let you go directly!”

”A chance?” Big Sister was bewildered and asked, ”What… what do you mean by a chance?”

Ding San didn’t answer but grabbed Big Sister by the throat, pressing a dagger against her neck. He said, ”Be good and come with me, or I’ll kill you!”

Feeling the cold blade against her neck, Big Sister’s legs turned wet—she had wet herself out of fear. Held at knifepoint by Ding San, any thought of resistance was extinguished, and she obediently followed him as he led her out of the utility room and up to the rooftop.

The dormitory building had six floors in total, and Ding San took Big Sister all the way to the rooftop. Late at night, the space was desolate, with not a soul around. The chilling night wind blew against Big Sister, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, unsure of Ding San’s intentions. At this hour, taking her to the rooftop couldn’t mean anything good.

If it were any other girl, her first thought would likely be whether her captor intended to assault her. But Big Sister didn’t fear that—she hoped Ding San would assault her instead, as that might spare her life. To her, nothing was more precious than her life.

However, Ding San wasn’t that type of scum. Even if he killed her, he would never stoop to such vile acts.

”You’ve done one thing for me, and I’m a man of my word. I said I’d give you a chance, and I won’t go back on that!”

As Ding San spoke, he led Big Sister to the edge of the rooftop. Looking down from above, this six-story building was indeed quite high—it even caused a dizzying sensation.

Big Sister didn’t dare look down, nor did she dare approach the edge, fearing she might fall accidentally.

”Uncle Ding, wh… what do you want? Just tell me what you want, how much money—I… I’ll give you everything. Just… please let me go…” Big Sister begged in tears.

”I will let you go, but…” Ding San paused and said coldly, ”Only if you jump from here!”

”Huh?” Big Sister’s eyes widened, panicked. ”Jumping from here means death, doesn’t it? Uncle Ding, you… you’re still going to kill me, aren’t you?”

”Jumping from the sixth floor might not necessarily kill you—there’s still hope for survival.” Ding San said emotionlessly. ”The important thing is, I promised you a chance, not outright freedom. You caused my daughter’s death—how could I let you go just like that? Not killing you instantly is already me keeping my word. If you don’t want to jump, I’ll be more than happy to slit your throat!”

As he spoke, Ding San swung the dagger in his hand twice in an intimidating motion.

Big Sister’s face turned deathly pale, and she stammered, ”I… I didn’t hurt Xuanxuan! Uncle Ding, you’ve misunderstood me…”

”Misunderstood?” Ding San sneered, ”Let’s assume I misunderstood. Regardless, tonight, you either jump off this rooftop, or I’ll cut your throat. Your choice—die instantly, or gamble on a chance.”

Big Sister glanced at the rooftop edge behind her and then at Ding San. She didn’t want to jump, but she also feared Ding San. Pleading was futile—with Ding San’s cold and resolute expression, she knew begging wouldn’t work anymore.

”Still haven’t decided?” Ding San asked impatiently. ”Need me to help you out? When you and the others beat my daughter to death, did you hesitate this long?”

”You… you won’t die a decent death, Ding!” Big Sister cursed through gritted teeth. ”All you ever do is bully kids. Is there nothing else you can do? Even if you kill me, so what? My big brother will avenge me—he’ll make sure you meet a brutal end!”

”I’ve killed countless people—I’ve never expected to die pleasantly.” Ding San sneered coldly. ”Kids? Hmph, wasn’t my daughter a child? My parents were in their seventies, weren’t they children at heart? And they were still murdered! My six-year-old son was driven onto the streets and survived by rummaging through garbage bins. Kids? I’ll make you trash taste the pain of losing children!”

His anger crescendoed, and Ding San suddenly kicked Big Sister hard in the lower back. She let out a blood-curdling scream, lost her footing, and plummeted off the rooftop.

”Ah!” Big Sister’s scream was cut short, followed by the sickening sound of her body hitting the ground. Ding San looked down from above and saw her lying in a pool of blood. At a glance, she was either dead or permanently crippled!

Big Sister’s fall quickly drew attention—nearby, the male dormitory’s administrator came out to investigate and immediately called the police. But by then, Ding San had already left the campus and was heading toward Wu Tiande’s house.

This Director Wu, full name Wu Tiande, was a prominent local figure. Holding significant sway over finances, he wielded great power and wealth. His home was the best in town, making it easy to locate.

Approaching the property, Ding San heard dogs barking in the courtyard. Wu Tiande was fond of raising dogs—particularly two fighting dogs, vicious creatures. Whenever Wu Tiande paraded them on the streets, residents would avoid him, much to his satisfaction.

Those fighting dogs had caused several incidents in town. On a few occasions, Wu Tiande failed to restrain them, and the dogs broke loose, mauling several locals and even leaving a four- or five-year-old girl with a permanent scar on her face. But due to Wu Tiande’s wealth and influence, the townspeople put up with it, masking their simmering rage.

Previously, Ding San had been terrified of Wu Tiande. But at this stage, he had nothing left to fear. Circling the house, he found a scalable spot on the courtyard wall and quietly climbed up.

Sitting on the wall, Ding San didn’t immediately jump down. Instead, he peered below, spotting two dark figures lurking silently—watching him intently.

This was a characteristic of fighting dogs: identifying an intruder without barking but sneaking into striking range for a fatal attack. Ding San remembered Wu Tiande bragging about this detail, and now it proved true.

Carefully, Ding San retrieved a crossbow from his bag—an old hunting weapon left by his father that now served its purpose.

Aiming, Ding San fired a bolt at the first dog’s neck, instantly taking it out without as much as a whimper.

The second dog, oblivious, sniffed around its fallen counterpart, confused.

Without hesitating, Ding San reloaded and struck down the second dog in the same manner.

After dispatching both dogs, Ding San climbed cautiously over the wall. He retrieved the bolts from the dogs and reloaded his crossbow before making his way quietly to the guesthouse nearby.