Chapter 66: Locking Horns with Zhou Qiang Again

Faced with the sweet voice of the flight attendant, Zhou Qiang acted as though he had just woken up and remained somewhat dazed, fixing his intense gaze entirely upon her.

Exquisite phoenix eyes!
Plump red lips!
A fair, swan-like neck!

Zhou Qiang studied her fair, swan-like neck with exceptional concentration.
Such a tender, delicate neck—would it snap easily?

The flight attendant felt a shiver run through her entire body beneath Zhou Qiang’s unblinking stare.
Especially the way he looked at her neck; it was completely abnormal.

As a first-class flight attendant, her looks and figure were undoubtedly top-tier.
Naturally, she had encountered her fair share of creeps in the past—some asking for her social media, others for her phone number. She had seen it all.

Yet, the way this man looked at her was entirely different from the rest.
When others looked at her, their desire was obvious.
This man’s desire was obvious too, but it wasn't the kind of carnal desire one might expect. Instead, it was... appetite!

Right!
Pure appetite!
He looked at her the way a wild beast looked at its prey!

In fact, the flight attendant was struck by the chilling illusion that he might pounce at any second and sink his teeth into her throat.

Despite feeling thoroughly unnerved and terrified, her sense of duty compelled the flight attendant to swallow her fear and speak a second time.
"E-Excuse me, sir, could you please show me your ticket or ID card?"

Only then did Zhou Qiang snap out of his trance, wearing a sudden expression of realization. "Oh, the ticket?"

As he spoke, Zhou Qiang stood up, reached inside his jacket, and began rummaging around with great solemnity.

Just as the flight attendant expected him to produce a ticket, he pulled out a wooden awl instead.

The entire wooden awl was roughly twenty-three to twenty-five centimeters long and about two fingers thick.
One end had been sharpened into a fine, lethal point, stained with mottled patches of red.

Seeing such an object emerge, the flight attendant froze for a moment, completely at a loss.
What was the meaning of this?
Wasn't that supposed to be a ticket?

Just as she thought he might still produce the ticket next, Zhou Qiang gripped the wooden awl tightly, his expression abruptly turning ferocious and malevolent as he lunged straight at her with it.

Witnessing this scene, the flight attendant's mind went entirely blank.
Only two words echoed through her consciousness.

It's over!

Because the distance was far too close, evasion was impossible. If she were struck, the weapon would surely pierce straight through her uniform and plunge into her heart.

He wanted to kill her!
Yet, why did he want to kill her?
She hadn't even married yet, nor had she ever been in a relationship!
Her roommate had said those experiences were wonderful; what a pity she would never know.
And her mother—if she died, her mother would surely be heartbroken.

A flurry of chaotic thoughts raced through her mind. Just as the flight attendant believed her death was certain, she suddenly felt a tight grip around her waist, and her entire body was sent flying backward.

The wooden awl, which had been closing in on her chest by a fraction of an inch, rapidly receded until it was completely out of reach.

Regaining her footing, the flight attendant stared in utter bewilderment at Zhou Qiang, who stood two or three meters away, still frozen in the stabbing posture with a look of absolute astonishment on his face.

I’m not dead?
He... he didn't stab me?

"Move. Go call the train police. I'll handle him; you're no match for him."

Cao Kun released the flight attendant's waist and spoke in a calm tone.
He was stating a hard fact—the combat capabilities of a man and a woman were simply not in the same league.
Besides, the opponent was a super-male.

Setting aside her gender, even an ordinary male of Zhou Qiang's exact weight and build would stand no chance against him.
As a super-male, his hormonal secretions were far more active, his bones denser, his muscles stronger, and his pain tolerance much higher.
It would take at least two, three, or even four normal men of his caliber to subdue him!

Of course, this wasn't an absolute rule; not all super-males were like this—some were civilized and polite.
However, Zhou Qiang undoubtedly belonged to the extreme category.

To put it bluntly, if Cao Kun hadn't intervened in this carriage right now, even if the other two sleeping passengers woke up and joined forces with the flight attendant, Zhou Qiang would have slaughtered all three of them in a one-versus-three massacre.
The other two sleeping passengers possessed prominent beer bellies; facing Zhou Qiang like a feral, bloodthirsty madman, they would have been mere punching bags, easily skewered to death in a matter of seconds.

Seeing no reaction from the flight attendant after he finished speaking, Cao Kun realized she was still paralyzed by shock and had yet to recover her wits.
Without hesitation, Cao Kun reached out and gave the flight attendant's perky backside a sharp pinch.

Hiss...

Stung by the sudden pain, the flight attendant snapped back to reality.
Only then did she fully realize that Cao Kun had saved her life, and her body finally began to tremble with residual fear.

"Go call the train police! I'll deal with this bastard!"

This time, the flight attendant understood clearly. Fortunately, she hadn't lost her mind from terror and could still follow instructions. She scrambled back to grab her walkie-talkie and summon the train police.

Facing Zhou Qiang once again, Cao Kun felt a wave of deep emotion.
It felt as though the memory of grabbing him by the windpipe and ripping out his lungs was something that had happened only yesterday.

Cao Kun curled his finger at Zhou Qiang. "Come on, let's see what you're made of in this lifetime."

In truth, Cao Kun didn't even need to gesture. Zhou Qiang was already at his breaking point. Spurred by that single beckoning finger, Zhou Qiang's eyes turned completely bloodshot. Roaring like a madman, he lunged forward, clutching the wooden awl.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, right as Zhou Qiang entered striking range before he could even raise his weapon, Cao Kun delivered a swift front kick that sent him flying backward.

Zhou Qiang stumbled back several steps upon landing. The moment he regained his balance, he charged again.

"Bang!"

In a repeat of the previous moment, Cao Kun kicked him right back with another front kick.

"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"

This sequence repeated at least seven or eight times. An ordinary person would have been paralyzed by fear and despair long ago.
Yet, for Zhou Qiang, it only fueled his excitement and viciousness.

This was the fundamental difference between a super-male like him and a normal human.
The more he fought, the more high-strung and ecstatic he became. Like a wild beast, once he tasted violence, the primal savagery buried deep within his genes was completely unleashed.
He knew no concept of fear.

As Zhou Qiang lunged forward yet again, Cao Kun didn't kick him away this time. Instead, his foot lashed out, targeting Zhou Qiang's knee.

"Crack!"

His left knee buckled backward at a ninety-degree angle, and he crashed heavily to the ground.
Naturally, his downward thrust toward Cao Kun was neutralized instantly.

Even so, Zhou Qiang refused to give up, his eyes retaining their manic glint.
Gritting his teeth, he dragged himself up by a nearby seat, preparing to lunge and stab again. Showing no mercy, Cao Kun delivered another kick.

"Crack!"

His right knee similarly buckled backward by ninety degrees, rendering him completely unable to stand.

Seeing this, Cao Kun decided to finish it once and for all. Stepping forward, he twisted Zhou Qiang's left arm and gave it a vicious wrench, cleanly dislocating the shoulder joint.
Then came the right arm!