"Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu, who would have thought that on my first bar visit I’d actually encounter a group fight scene straight out of a TV drama? So cool, right?"
Ou Lu looked utterly helpless.
"That’s why I said we shouldn’t co to places like this. Let’s just leave... and maybe call the police on the way."
"Co on! Just watch a bit longer, just watch. Speaking of which... why do I feel like that woman in the red ancient costu looks familiar?"
Ou Lu looked but didn’t find Lin Haitang familiar.
It was instead a man standing next to her... whose back seed sowhat familiar.
...
anwhile, Brother Biao and another, who had been keeping an eye on Hu Dazhi and his group, also caught this scene.
"Isn’t that... Xiao ng, right?"
"Hey! It really is! Why is the master also here?"
"Seems like Xiao ng is in trouble."
"It’s Hu Dazhi again... Will this guy ever quit? Haunting us like a ghost! Let’s go, grab so weapons!"
"Huh? Can we really get involved?"
"Nonsense! Hu Dazhi’s not bothering us but went after the master instead, what does that tell you?"
"What does it tell you?" Ah Xing was clueless.
"Are you dumb? In TV dramas, whoever leaks the heavenly secrets always invites divine retribution, right?
It’s obvious the master is taking the hit for us!
Can we just stand by and watch?"
Brother Biao, once analyzed, seed fierce as a tiger.
And believe it or not, this sowhat dubious "heavenly secret" theory was actually pretty close to the truth...
"Right!" Ah Xing slapped his forehead!
The two exchanged glances and imdiately rushed into the crowd...
...
"Brother Dazhi! These guys don’t respect you at all, they even dared to make a move!"
Seeing Hu Dazhi coming over with his n, Lip Piercing thug imdiately felt like he had found his backing.
The very next mont.
"Slap!"
"Useless! You can’t even handle this small matter!"
Lip Piercing thug covered his stinging face, after a mont of stunned silence, his face turned from green to white.
Hu Dazhi didn’t bother with him and swept his chilling gaze over everyone.
His eyes lingered on Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang, unable to hide a trace of greed.
"Heh heh! Ladies, my subordinate was out of line, I apologize on his behalf.
But... when you hit a dog, you have to look at the owner. You hit my people, shouldn’t you at least give an explanation?"
"Knowing it’s your dog, yet letting it bite around, don’t you know ’not leashing your dog is like being walked by your dog’?"
ng Lang was sweating buckets!
He was now sure that much of the credit for today’s uproar escalating into a group brawl must be credited to Yan Weiwei’s mouth!
"Weiwei!" Lin Haitang hurriedly grabbed Yan Weiwei, fearing the situation was about to worsen.
Indeed, hearing these words, Hu Dazhi and his group’s faces imdiately darkened.
"Ungrateful!"
Hearing their boss’s words, the minions imdiately readied themselves and surrounded the place.
"Haitang, ng Lang, you two step back!"
Yan Weiwei broke free from Lin Haitang and stepped forward fearlessly.
Fan Shigang positioned himself unflinchingly by Yan Weiwei’s side, guarding the flank, his face even showing so excitent.
Watching Yan Weiwei’s majestic "heroic" back as she faced millions, ng Lang felt sowhat emotional.
It had to be said, being the physical powerhouse of the group, she was indeed very reliable at critical monts, especially when her "taunt" skill was at max level...
You see, almost all the thugs were heading her way...
"Master, the two allies you marked are approaching, estimated to arrive at the battlefield in 3s!"
The sound from the wireless headset made ng Lang imdiately feel at ease.
In the astonished gazes of the crowd, he suddenly rushed out with arms spread wide.
"Don’t hit, don’t hit, let’s talk this out, folks!"
"ng Lang, get back here!" Lin Haitang next to him reached out to stop him, but it was already too late...
"Kid! Begging for rcy now is too late!"
The lead thug, Lip Piercing, seed to want to regain his lost face, his eyes showing a fierce light as he threw a fierce punch right at ng Lang’s face!
The next mont, the world slowed down...
"Ah!"
A scream, and with a punch to his face, ng Lang spun two and a half rounds in place, luckily Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang imdiately caught him, barely stopping him from falling flat on his face.
"ng Lang!" Lin Haitang exclaid.
"Damn it!" A flash of anger crossed Yan Weiwei’s expression.
Everyone present felt that the punch was really hard, especially since it made him spin two and a half rounds...
But only Lip Piercing, looked at his fist sowhat astonished.
Did I just... hit him?
Where’s the reaction force?
"Retreat!"
Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang, furious, were about to step forward when they suddenly heard this word by their ear, not comprehending before they were pushed hard backward by ng Lang in their arms.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
Sowhat dazed, they were pushed back several ters by ng Lang until they were backed against the booth behind them, stopping when they could retreat no further.
Seeing the gang continue to advance, so guys even started grabbing chairs and bottles.
But ng Lang suddenly pulled back his hands, slipped through between Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang, and returned to stand beside a stunned Lin Haitang.
"Alright, go ahead and fight now!"
It was ng Lang’s words that instantly snapped Yan Weiwei and her companion out of their daze.
Though they had no idea what he was up to, both were clearly not the "thinking type," and charged directly at the gang.
"Thud! Thud!" Two sounds, two thugs were sent flying backward, instantly causing chaos at the scene.
"Damn it, they dare to fight back, attack!"
The thugs were furious.
At the sa ti, two figures suddenly burst from the crowd’s periphery...
"Bullying with numbers, take this punch from Laozi!" "Thud!" "Ah!"
"Damn it, I didn’t co looking for trouble, and you dared to co to us? Brothers, let’s beat them together!"
The sounds of collisions, screams, and Hu Dazhi’s sowhat frantic curses filled the chaotic scene.
n and won scattering, the thunk of flesh against flesh, tables, chairs, and miscellaneous items flying, the shattering of wine bottles creating splashes of bright red...
In the background, ng Lang, reflected in his eyes, observed a chaotic brawl scene.
However, in his eyes, everything seed to move in slow motion, even the deformation of faces from punches was visibly clear...
He entered the "brain overdrive" state for the second ti.
This "God’s perspective" still felt very peculiar to him, even a bit intoxicating.
It was as if nothing could escape his eyes...
Fan Shigang launched a sweeping kick, instantly sending two thugs into a "floating" state.
Ah Xing threw a straight punch, blooming a thug’s face with blossoms.
Brother Biao moved very slyly, always chopping at thugs beaten by Ah Xing to snatch the final hit, delightedly stealing the show.
Yan Weiwei’s long legs moved as if they were at 0.2 speed in a 0.1 speed slow-motion, her explosive power unmatched wherever she passed.
Even in the distance, Hu Dazhi was "slowly" picking up a wine bottle next to him, his face grim as he eyed Yan Weiwei, the most threatening in the crowd.
Seizing the mont Yan Weiwei turned to face another opponent, he slowly raised the wine bottle behind him, seemingly about to throw it the next mont...
Then the next mont...
"Thud!" A wine bottle exploded instantly on his forehead, and he fell backward.
KO!
Shaking off the red wine on his hand and seeing Lin Haitang’s stunned face looking at him, ng Lang helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
"Sotis we use violence not because we’ve given up on reasoning, but to reason with idiots..."
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