Cyberpunk Wuxia (2)

The fight ended more easily than I expected.

The steel wall, stretched out like slime, latched onto the punks in an instant. Bound hand and foot, they stared at me with pale faces and screamed.

"Aaaah!! Great Hero!! Spare me!!"

"Gyaaaah!! Gyaaaah!! Senior Brother Alex!! Master!! Help!!"

"......"

As expected of third-rate street martial artists, their lines were as extra-like as could be.

Then the bald white guy rubbed his hands together and pleaded with me.

"Please, spare our lives...!! What did we ever do to deserve you treating us so violently, Great Hero...!!"

He was rubbing his metal prosthetic hands together, yet speaking in the style of a proper wuxia hero.

I snorted at him and replied...