Chapter 488 - A Brick

Big Brother slammed his hand down on the table and declared, “My brother's not wrong. We don't play by the rules in our line of work. We act on our moods. Why should I listen to you?”

“Because of this!” Su Ming announced, reaching into his pocket with his right hand.

He then slapped an object onto the table.

Everyone leaned in for a closer look.

It was a brick.

Big Brother looked perplexed.

He glanced at Su Ming's waist, wondering, “How can your pocket be deep enough to fit a brick?”

“Are you performing magic?”

“Why can your pocket fit a brick?”

“Do it again! Show us,” Big Brother urged, clearly intrigued.

Silence enveloped the onlookers once more.

The bystanders who had feigned indifference now turned their attention to the scene.

They thought to themselves, “Have the standards for being a thug dropped this low? His intelligence is laughable!”

“Big brother!” one of his henchmen couldn't resist prompting him.

Big Brother snapped to attention.

“You dare to threaten us with a brick!”

“You've got just one brick, and we've got numbers. You could only hit one of us at most!” Big Brother said, his brow furrowed.

His henchmen behind him felt a twinge of fear.

If it came down to a fight with Su Ming, that brick would surely find their heads.

No matter how foolish their leader was, he wouldn't allow himself to be the target.

He had his smarts about him in that respect.

“I can take you on one by one. Bricks aren't disposable,” Su Ming stated earnestly.

“You've got a point.”

“Exactly. One brick can take down a lot of people.”

Big Brother was taken aback.

One of his men couldn't watch any longer.

“Big Brother, maybe you're just worn out from last night. Get some rest, and let me handle this.”

“Boss, maybe we should chip in and send Third Brother to acting school. It'd be a shame to waste such talent!”

“Absolutely!”

“Come on, Third Brother, cut the act. Get up, the floor's cold.”

“Third Brother?”

Initially, they were all laughing heartily, but their amusement quickly turned to concern as they sensed something was amiss.

Third Brother's performance was alarmingly convincing. He was not only convulsing but also foaming at the mouth.

Something seemed off, so they went to check on Third Brother.

That's when they discovered that Third Brother had genuinely passed out!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What in the world was happening?

Could the sponge brick have actually knocked Third Brother unconscious?

They were incredulous. It had to be a fluke.

They refused to believe that a sponge brick could pack such a punch.

Third Brother had been unwell since childhood, prone to occasional seizures. They figured it was just bad timing on his part.

Then, another young man stepped forward and said, “Brothers, don't be scared. Third Brother has had epilepsy since he was a kid. I can vouch for that.”

He picked up the brick from the ground and smacked it against his head, proclaiming, “Look, brothers, there's no way this brick could knock me out.”

But before he could finish, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

He was twitching and foaming at the mouth, just like Third Brother.

Everyone was in shock.

They knew Third Brother had a long history of health issues, including epilepsy. But this brother was the picture of health.

Why was he convulsing and foaming at the mouth?

Big Brother sensed that something was amiss.

How could this be happening?

Was the sponge brick really that dangerous?

Big Brother was skeptical. He picked up the brick, saying, “This is just a sponge brick, right? It can't possibly knock someone out. I simply don't buy it.” He continued to talk to himself as he brought the brick down on his head.

“Big Brother, no!”

The others tried desperately to intervene, but it was too late.

Big Brother's eyes rolled back, and he too collapsed to the ground.