Chapter 36 Beat Up!
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"Tell your master I appreciate it." Wang Zheng directly took the roses from both girls' hands and threw them onto the dance floor.
There was no doubt that the two bunches of roses caused a frenzy among the men and women on the dance floor, pushing the atmosphere in the nightclub to its peak due to Wang Zheng's action.
"You don’t accept my drink but you’ll have to face punishment! It’s midnight now!" Qiang Dongfeng clapped the railing and said what he thought was a very trendy line.
After throwing the flowers, Wang Zheng patted the shoulder of the dumbstruck young man who had brought them: "Tell your master that if he wants to send flowers, let him come over himself. He doesn't have the right to put on airs in front of me."
Then, Wang Zheng looked up and flipped Qiang Dongfeng off with a middle finger.
"F***! It's actually him!" With this clear view, Qiang Dongfeng recognized Wang Zheng's face, one that he had dreamed about smashing to pieces!
His palm was pierced by the cleaver and nailed onto the dining table in front of everyone. The unprecedented humiliation made Qiang Dongfeng hide at home for several days! What’s more, there was still the threat from the Imperial Hall, which made Qiang Dongfeng very anxious. However, after waiting for a long time without anything happening to Zero O'clock Entertainment City, it greatly relieved him.
"A gentleman avenges himself!"
Qiang Dongfeng was a ruthless person; the fact that he could endure pain and pull out the knife from his finger bones showed this. In his view, as long as it allowed him to vent his anger that day, there would be nothing he wouldn't give up.
Even if it meant smashing up the nightclub, he was willing to do so.
Moreover, this was Qiang Dongfeng's own turf. A single man could cause what kind of trouble here Even if something happened, his father would take care of it. Besides, in today’s situation, Qiang Dongfeng didn’t believe anything chaotic could happen.
"Tell Lin Xijue to bring out the team he just trained for me! It's time to show off the establishment’s assets!" Qiang Dongfeng threw his cigarette butt downstairs and flipped Wang Zheng off with a middle finger, though unfortunately it was with his bandaged right hand.
Wang Zheng chuckled as he sat back down, sipping his juice without concern.
A stern-looking middle-aged man with a buzz cut led a group of men in tight black outfits and steel pipes to appear at the entrance. There were probably around forty or fifty of them, their appearance immediately causing screams from everyone inside the bar.
People who frequently mixed in nightclubs knew that gang fights or even battles would definitely occur now. Of course, this time it looked like a rather large-scale event.
"Move quickly!"
The people who were just wildly thrashing around now became a chaotic mass, rushing toward the exit in a frenzy. Who would be joking about such a situation Their own lives are far more important than anything else; these gangsters fight for real, and if they don’t run now, do they really think they can afford to lose their lives by standing on the sidelines
The black-clad individuals made way at the exit, allowing the crowd to leave but kept a close eye on Wang Zheng.
Wang Zheng didn't move, neither did Shishi. Han Xinye was looking around nervously.
"Are you guys afraid" Wang Zheng asked with a cheerful smile.
"Of course not, don’t we have you here" Shishi flashed Wang Zheng a confident smile. However, in Wang Zheng's eyes, the smile looked strange and seemed to carry an unusual implication.
“There are so many of them,” Han Xinye appeared hesitant: "Wang Zheng, should I call Old Han for help"
"No need, whatever number they come in, we’ll deal with them," Wang Zheng finished off the juice in his cup and said to Han Xinye: "Do you remember what I mentioned before about ways to vent your frustrations without alcohol It’s fighting!"
Qiang Dongfeng saw from upstairs that most of the crowd had dispersed, so he waved his hand and shouted: "Lin Xijue, get ready! Fucking hit them hard!"
The middle-aged man with a crew cut glanced at Qiang Dongfeng, nodded his head, still expressionless. He made a gesture to the side, and the group of black-clad individuals, radiating murderous intent, charged towards Wang Zheng.
However, not everyone who dons black clothes can transform into a Will Smith. Being a member of the black-garbed gang is not something anyone can do.
"Get behind me!"
Wang Zheng stood up and swung his arm, sending the glass in his hand flying like a cannonball towards the face of the leading black-clad individual!
The glass shattered upon impact with the man's face. The unfortunate fellow didn't even have time to scream before he collapsed face-down in a pool of blood. His body had been thrown back by some kind of bizarre counter-force, causing blood to spray everywhere.
Wang Zheng was separated from the main group of black-clad individuals by one dance floor. If there wasn't any need for it, our top killer wouldn’t bother using his fists; he always said that as a leader of Longlin, relying on guns every time is the least effective approach during confrontations. Of course, physical contact with the enemy was even less effective.
After knocking one down, Wang Zheng sat back down and picked up a glass from either side of him, throwing them consecutively in a manner that showcased the enigmatic lighting of the dance floor as they flew through the air.
With the sound of whizzing through the air, one glass cup after another landed precisely on each black-clad man’s face. After being hit once by Wang Zheng’s strikes, they all ended up bleeding profusely and collapsing to the ground unconscious. It was unclear how much force Wang Zheng had put into each strike.
However, even with his fast reflexes, Wang Zheng could only take down ten or so men in the short distance of a dance floor. Although he managed to stall their advance temporarily, they were now just two or three steps away from him.
The amount of training it took for them to become this formidable must mean that their instructor was quite influential indeed.
At this moment, Wang Zheng stood up and picked the red wine bottle Dong East Peak had given him. He then swung it out!
This bottle of red wine flew like a cannonball, drawing a slight parabola as it sped through the air before smashing into the remaining thirty to forty black-clad men and directly hitting the cold-looking man with short hair standing at the back!
Attack their leader first. Wang Zheng had spotted this short-haired, stern-faced man was leading the team.
The stern-faced man flicked his leg coolly and kicked the bottle of red wine to smithereens. This expensive bottle of red wine then scattered everywhere like bloodstains as it fell onto the ground.
Not caring about the outcome of this bottle, Wang Zheng had already started fighting with that group of black-clad men!
Facing thirty or forty guys with steel pipes in their hands, Wang Zheng could not afford to retreat even a step. If he did so, then it would threaten the safety of Shishi and Xingye.
Although Wang Zheng was an unsatisfactory bodyguard, he always thought that he was doing his job properly, such as bringing them to the bar to witness a fight which would be beneficial for their growth. Of course, this was just Wang Da Bao Yi’s one-sided thought. Right now, these two girls behind him were very excited; no, if being more accurate about it, they were overexcited.
Right now, Xingye and Shishi were screaming and waving their arms in excitement as Wang Zheng knocked each man down with a strike. The two heartless little brats would cheer out loud every time Wang Zheng sent someone sprawling to the ground!
Wang Zheng stood on the edge of the dance floor, exuding an aura that made it seem like he was blocking ten thousand men alone. Whether he threw a punch or kicked out with his leg, he aimed for vital spots such as their groin, necks, and eyes. Each strike left them unable to get back up in the short term!
It was horrifyingly efficient!
When Wang Da Sha Shi had no choice but to resort to what he considered the crudest form of attack, it marked the beginning of real slaughter.
Of course, the ordinary bar fight wasn’t a battlefield. However, this small-scale brawl looked like one person was fighting against an entire group!
In no time at all, the dance floor was filled with groaning black-clad men who had been knocked out cold. With fifty people lying on the large area of ground, it created quite a visual impact.
Soon, Wang Zheng and the bald-headed stern man had no one blocking their path in front!
"Wang Zheng, why didn't you leave one for us" Han Xinye shouted angrily from behind.
Not bothering with this ill-timed little girl, Wang Zheng was squinting his eyes while sizing up the man standing across from him.
The man's stern face and short hair made him appear extremely powerful, in stark contrast to Wang Zheng’s well-groomed fair-skinned appearance, which seemed harmless compared to this opponent.
Wang Zheng looked at the guy opposite with a half-smile, while the stern-looking man also stared back, his eyes conveying something indescribable.
"I am Lin Xijue," said the bald-headed man.
"What a good name." Wang Zheng praised him but showed no intention of revealing his own identity.
Lin Xijue had two reasons for introducing himself:
The first was that he saw how remarkable Wang Zheng's boxing and kicking skills were. Although they were now enemies, Lin Xijue felt a sense of admiration towards him and wanted to know who this person was.
Secondly, his feet had gone numb!
He was stalling for time; there was no other choice. The speed at which the wine bottle flew over earlier was extremely fast, fierce, and accurate, even drawing an arc in mid-air and heading straight towards him. Lin Xijue believed he could not dodge it, so he used his extraordinary explosive power to kick the wine bottle into pieces.
However, he didn't expect that the force on the bottle was too great, causing his ankle to go numb as soon as he successfully kicked the bottle to bits!
This kind of numbing sensation was something Lin Xijue hadn’t encountered since practicing martial arts.
Aware that this man could not be underestimated, Lin Xijue took a deep breath and stomped his foot twice to gradually get rid of the numbness in his feet. Only then did he roar as his agile body dashed across the dance floor with a few swift strides, delivering a fierce leg sweep aimed directly at Wang Zheng's head!
This explosive power was truly terrifying.
"Too impractical."ther, who would immediately vow to avenge him without hesitation. As for Ayubas and Aimal, they are competitors; with the former dead, the latter should be happy. However, when his subordinates also r...