Zhang Wei flipped over and quickly tore off the ropes on his body.
Only then did the other man react, grabbing a pair of scissors from the tray in the female nurse's hand and lunging at Zhang Wei.
Heh heh, Zhang Wei had just gotten off the operating table at this point, shaking his reddened arm, and with a crackle, there were several more popping sounds from his wrist joints.
For an ordinary person, extending their arm by an inch is already excruciatingly painful. When Zhang Wei first practiced this National Arts, during his university years, he was subjected to various grappling and pulling techniques by his Master, along with medicinal wine and hot compresses. His arm joints were dislocated and reset, then dislocated again, enduring countless pains, all so that he could extend his punch by three inches within a small space.
These three inches saved his life today; otherwise, given how he was tied on the operating table, he would never have been able to reach that man's private parts, let alone snatch the scalpel and turn the tables.
The other man was originally at the tail end of the operating table, which was at Zhang Wei's feet. As soon as Zhang Wei broke free from his restraints, he was only a few steps away. This bastard, true to his white coat, struck fiercely and accurately. The scissors in his hand were aimed at Zhang Wei's neck without hesitation.
Zhang Wei swung his hand, his right palm with five fingers together, forming a bow shape, and slapped out.
The decline of National Arts in modern times, besides the practitioners not being up to par, is also related to its tendency to take lives instantly, just like the move Zhang Wei is using now.
It looks like a simple big slap, and in fact, it is a big slap.
To put it simply, this big slap has a resounding name: 'Double Peaks Piercing the Ears.'
Both hands form a bow shape and slap the enemy's ears, blasting the air from the palm into the enemy's ears. If the force is strong enough and the speed is fast enough, a ruptured eardrum is minor; a concussion is only moderate, and it's not impossible to kill someone.
He disliked hitting people with two hands, finding it not elegant enough, so he only practiced with one hand.
Even with one hand, it was formidable. Zhang Wei, over 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 80 kilograms, had been a school athlete since high school. For four years in university, he was either lifting weights or on his way to lift weights. A full-power One Punch could still deliver hundreds of pounds of force.
The man, less than 1.6 meters tall, short and thin, although wearing a mask, it was not difficult to tell he was around forty years old. Although he held a sharp weapon, in terms of physique and reaction, he was no match for Zhang Wei, a young man in his twenties. The scissors in his hand hadn't even reached halfway before Zhang Wei's big slap sent him sprawling to the ground.
The nine orifices of the human body—mouth, eyes, nose, ears, anus, plus the front private part—are all weak points and vital spots. In National Arts, there are countless moves to attack these areas. Zhang Wei particularly loved this big slap; it was both elegant and deadly. He didn't know how many times he had practiced it on a sandbag, and today he finally used it on a real person.
With Zhang Wei's strength, as this slap came down, the man only felt a buzzing in his ear, while a spray of blood burst from his other ear. Blood immediately flowed from the corners of his eyes and nostrils. The scissors he was thrusting forward became limp and powerless, easily knocked away by Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei released his hand, and the man couldn't even stand steadily, collapsing softly to the ground. This man pointed a finger at Zhang Wei!
"You, you, you..."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man began to cough uncontrollably. As he coughed, a mouthful of thick blood mixed with red and white matter flowed from under his mask. It seemed the situation was far more serious than just a ruptured eardrum; his brain was probably turned to mush by Zhang Wei's slap.
"What 'you'?" Zhang Wei struck a Huang Feihong pose, his head slightly raised, and smiled disdainfully.
"Southern Faction Mo Family Fist, I yield to you!"
"Baka, what are you doing?"
The female nurse beside him suddenly blurted out something that stumped Zhang Wei.
She was actually a Japanese! This female nurse had a curvaceous figure, was under 1.5 meters tall, and held a tray filled with various surgical instruments. She wore a mask and was slightly plump, looking quite decent.
Though dressed as a white-clad angel, she was doing the work of a beast.
"What am I doing? You tried to poison me, and I'm not allowed to fight back?" Zhang Wei retorted.
"You lowly beast, when we want to kill you, you should just lie down obediently! How dare you injure our people? You're utterly audacious!" The female nurse's eyes blazed with fury as she replied hatefully.
Damn it, Zhang Wei was so angered he laughed. What era was this? This Japanese still held such beliefs. His hatred instantly maxed out.
Ignoring her for now, he went to the man who had initially tried to cut out his kidney with a knife. Based on his earlier touch, both of the man's testicles should have been crushed, and he was currently whimpering in the corner.
Zhang Wei walked over, first kicked the bastard twice to vent his anger, then looked down at him with a wicked grin:
"Little Japanese, I just gave your dick a long vacation. How do you feel?"
The man couldn't speak, staring at Zhang Wei with angry, triangular eyes. This look of wanting to devour him ignited an inexplicable surge of dark fire in Zhang Wei's heart.
Hmm?
Still trying to run?
The female nurse beside him, seeing Zhang Wei's back to her, tiptoed to the door, about to open it and escape.
Zhang Wei was furious. Damn it, I'm going to show you some color today! He reached out, grabbed her like a little chick, and slammed her onto the operating table.
In the past, when Zhang Wei watched anti-Japanese dramas, he found it frustrating that whenever Japanese female captives were finally caught, they were treated with various courtesies. He was displeased at the time and always thought that if he ever captured a female Japanese, he would at least 'use' her first.
That's what he thought, and that's what he did now. As a young man who had just graduated from university, full of vigor and vitality, he was ready anytime, anywhere. Without another word, he pulled out his 'tool' and 'dealt with' her on the spot.
The other, slightly smaller woman seemed more timid. She was trembling beside them, watching Zhang Wei's display of power, not daring to utter a single word.
He decided to go all out. Ignoring the alarm bells ringing from the corridor outside, he grabbed her and got a double kill.
