
The Wrath of a Nobody
小人物之怒
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 206k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Everyday
- Updated
- 11mo ago
- Source
- Fanqie
Synopsis
84Chapters
769Reads · all time
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A dark shadow cautiously slid sideways into the living room. Through the faint light outside the window, Hutch could see that the visitor was wearing dark tights and was as agile as a civet cat. He squatted down immediately after entering the door and quickly scanned the environment inside the house. Professional style. Just as the intruder's full attention was focused on adjusting to the darkness of the room, Hutch moved from the shadows. He didn't shout, he didn't warn. All the strength, all the anger, all the repressed fear and the will to protect the family were concentrated in this silent attack. He was like a leopard pouncing on its prey, the football pole carrying the sound of wind, sweeping fiercely towards the intruder's knees. "Ugh!" A suppressed cry of pain, accompanied by the muffled sound of bones hitting metal. The intruder was caught off guard, lost his center of gravity instantly, and fell forward. Hutch didn't hesitate at all, took a step forward, pressed the opponent's neck with the football pole, and subdued him to the ground. Everything happened in a flash of lightning, silent and deadly. Hutch dropped to one knee, using his body weight to control the struggling intruder. He lowered his head and leaned close to the other person's ear. His voice was as cold as the night wind outside the window: "Tell the person who sent you," he said carefully, "that this door is difficult to enter." However, the moment he finished speaking, these writings were so good that they attracted me.
The subject is a professional agent. It is a rare and delicate writing style. It has just the right sense of plot and atmosphere. I hope I can keep writing. I personally think it is a rare work. It is a story with a very exciting fighting plot.
The writing is exquisite, a masterpiece, and the plot is very well supported. The sugar is slowly warming up. Keep up the good work and keep up the writing✍
A man named Hutch began his exile. And the real story may have just begun. The writing style is very delicate, I feel like I am reading a literary master