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Chapter 938: Chapter 921: The Club to the Head “Emperor’s Set

At ten-thirty in the evening, Zhu Lin staggered out of the KTV, reeking of alcohol. His right arm was around a stylishly dressed, pretty young lady.

Who knows how much he drank inside; Zhu Lin was clearly a bit tipsy.

His speech was a bit slurred, but being a regular, he still managed to greet the staff as he left the door.

Outside, the night wind hit him, and his drunkenness grew even hazier.

“Jiajia, wait here for , I need to take a piss!” Zhu Lin called out to his female companion, making his way familiarly to the alley next to the KTV.

“Can you handle it yourself? I told you to drink less, but you wouldn’t listen!” Jiajia was genuinely concerned for him!

“A man can never admit he can’t handle sothing. Wait till we’re back at the motel, and you’ll see if I can or can’t…”

“You’re awful!”

The alley was a back door to the KTV, usually deserted, with no streetlights or CCTV at night. Soone had vomited a pile of pungent puke against the corner of the wall, emitting a disgusting stench.

Zhu Lin walked over, catching the acrid sll, and purposely took a few more steps forward. After entering the shadow of the wall, his vision got even dimr.

Zhu Lin, whistling, unbuttoned his pants and relieved himself comfortably, his stream halfway done when suddenly everything turned black in front of him.

If there had been a third-person view at this mont, you could see a young lad swiftly throwing a sack over his head, then another bald, burly man next to him swung a baseball bat at his head.

With a buzzing sound, Zhu Lin felt gold stars flash before his eyes.

Confused for a mont, he quickly regained awareness.

A wide leather utility belt, wet and snapping against his body, cracked like thunder. It was the ti of year for light clothing, and a single belt lash left a red mark on his skin. It stung viciously.

In a matter of seconds, Zhu Lin was down on the ground, as a group of people pumled him with fists and kicks, inflicting pain in every way possible. A genuine “Emperor’s Set” treatnt of sack beating, stealth clubs, belts sautéed in at, and encircled kicks.

At first, Zhu Lin managed a few wails, but eventually, he couldn’t even cry for help.

In this extrely relaxed state of relieving himself, suddenly hit by this justice from the sky, the remaining half of his urine wasn’t wasted; it all soaked his pants.

“Move out!”

A low voice commanded in the dark, and the group turned and walked deeper into the alley, climbing over a wall ladder and quickly vanishing without a trace.

“Linlin? Linlin? Aren’t you done yet?”

The hostess, Jiajia, was scrolling through Douyin with her Bluetooth headset when she felt he should be done by now. She called out into the pitch-black alley and got no response.

The alley was a dead end; there was no way he could’ve left. Besides, he had no reason to run off. Baffled, Jiajia turned on her phone’s flashlight feature and walked in.

Around seventeen or eighteen ters in, Jiajia saw a person lying on the ground, a sack over his head, his lower leg twitching.

“Linlin? Are you okay?”

“Call… call 120! I got beaten up…” Before he could finish, Zhu Lin’s awareness faded and he passed out.

Elsewhere, Yue Feng and the others climbed over a dead-end wall, and hadn’t walked far along the wall’s edge when the car picking them up arrived. They piled into the vehicle and quickly disappeared down the street.

“Damn, this was way too exhilarating! I just whipped him with over ten belt swings! My arm’s sore from swinging!”

Wang Xiaomin spoke with eyes full of excitent.

He had only ever heard problem students in his class brag about sack beating during his school days; this was his first ti experiencing it, more nerve-wracking than his first competition. His hands were still shaking.

Yue Feng turned to look at the kid who handled the sack: “Hey, young man, what’s your na? Your technique is smooth!”

Brother Peng chuckled, distributing a round of cigarettes, and said, “He’s called Ah Sheng, he’s been with since he was 17. Back at the freight station, he fought over territories with those guys quite often! When it cos to sack beating and sneak attacks, we brothers are definitely pros!”

“That last smack was pretty hard, you don’t think we seriously hurt him, do you?” Zhao Zheng suddenly asked with a worried expression.

Brother Peng chuckled and shook his head: “This isn’t an ordinary stick; it’s wrapped in rubber!

I’m careful with my hits. At worst, he’ll have a concussion and be bedridden for a few days! Xiao Yue said to hit according to the ten thousand dical bills standard, we’re still a bit off from that!

Unless he’s really unlucky and breaks a rib, at most he’ll be in the hospital for two or three weeks before bouncing back!”

Yue Feng also asked: “With so many caras on the roads, you don’t think we’ll get caught, do you? If there’s any risk, I need to make arrangents early!”

“Haha, you don’t trust my local expertise, do you? Ah Sheng has checked the surroundings a dozen tis, and this route all the way to the car is completely out of cara view!

Co on, let’s go. Business over, let’s head back and drink; I’ve ordered a roast lamb that’s probably ready by now. Since you’re all here, let’s have a good ti tonight, no stopping till we drop!”

Yue Feng turned to look at Wang Xiaomin: “Xiaomin, after beating the guy, do you feel satisfied now?”

Wang Xiaomin grinned: “Satisfied! Dammit, back then a group beat , but at least I could fight back! Today, this idiot didn’t even know how he got hit!

On the way out, I slled pee. I’m pretty sure he wet his pants! Hahaha!”

“Good, as long as you’re content! Let’s go, let’s eat so at and drink, have a few good drinks tonight with Brother Peng and Ah Sheng!!”

After the evening’s business, they drank from a little after ten until almost one, a circle of Qingdao beer bottles lined the square table.

Brother Peng was squatting like a laughing Buddha, his stomach seed a bottomless pit, never full no matter how much he drank, and he rarely went to the toilet all night. If Yue Feng hadn’t truly had enough, who knows how long the night would go on.

Originally Brother Peng scheduled a follow-up full service on the second floor with a bath and massage, but Yue Feng, being a proper man, had a wife who warned him about not picking roadside flowers. Naturally, he wouldn’t go.

Upon Yue Feng’s insistence, Brother Peng had to call a driver to send these drunkards back to the motel and settle them in.

The next day, Yue Feng woke up around nine in the morning. He opened the curtains, the sunlight outside was glaring, he dressed and washed his face, finally feeling a bit clearer.

Fiddling with his phone, it was past ten when a WeChat ssage from Brother Peng ca through.

“The latest news is back, that punk was a bit unlucky, got a concussion, broke two ribs, the rest are just flesh wounds, hospitalized in the city’s people’s hospital! I had soone send him a bouquet! He should understand what it ans if he’s smart!”

“Alright, thank you for the trouble, Brother Peng! Great kindness goes unspoken; if there’s anything you need from , just say the word!”

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