Young Master Jian was no fool. He imdiately sensed sothing was wrong. Though he couldn’t understand why, his struggling movents beca smaller.
And as Zhou Wang and the others turned to leave, Bao Jin, stunned at first, shouted angrily, "Jian Sihan, Zhou Wang, get back here! Things aren’t resolved. Did I say you could leave?!"
Zhou Wang paid him no mind, continuing to lead Young Master Jian and the others out. Bao Jin cursed again and grabbed a bottle from the table, starting to throw it wildly.
Amidst screams and exclamations, the bottles scattered among the crowd, causing chaos. At this, the music in the bar finally paused temporarily, and Zhou Wang and his group stopped.
It wasn’t because they were hit, but because their way forward was blocked.
About seven or eight burly n with dark complexions stood at the bar’s passage, glaring fiercely at Zhou Wang and his companions.
The bar’s security also finally appeared, but instead of addressing the hulking n, they focused on evacuating the panicked crowd.
Now, Bao Jin, bottle in hand, slowly approached from behind, coldly repeating his previous words, "I said you could leave?! Go ahead, leave if you dare!"
"These folks are likely from the construction site, they’re heavy-handed..."
Staring at the road blockers, Young Master Jian’s face turned pale, cursing at Zhou Wang, "Damn Bao Jin brought these guys here! He planned to take revenge on all along!"
"I’ve already texted the police. They... they shouldn’t get too reckless, right?"
Wang Lijia was also extrely nervous, holding her phone tightly.
"Police? By the ti they arrive, you’ll all be turned into punching bags!"
Bao Jin appeared furious, gesturing with a wave of his hand, shouting, "Beat them up!"
The burly n received the order and rushed forward, including several youths behind Bao Jin. Especially the young man who was holding the letter girl earlier, like a boyfriend, was the first to charge at Zhou Wang.
The scene descended into chaos. Zhou Wang, with a cold face, realized a conflict was inevitable. He pushed Xu Wenqian towards Wang Lijia, signaling for them to find a place to hide, then strode directly to et the attack.
Bam!
The charging youth was kicked flying by Zhou Wang, akin to a movie special effect, falling hard after flying a ter away. Another of Bao Jin’s companions was also taken down by Zhou Wang’s punch.
This scene made everyone’s eyelids jump. Young Master Jian and Zhao Bin were stunned... Damn, how could Zhou Wang, who seed timid before, fight like this?
...After all, having the Blindfold for quite a ti, Zhou Wang’s physical ability had improved significantly. Though not capable of taking on ten n, dealing with two unsteady youths was easy.
But the situation swiftly changed when the construction site hulkers joined in. The scene turned one-sided. Even Zhao Bin, who was known as a "sports student," was swiftly overpowered. Only Zhou Wang managed to evade, avoiding major losses, but increasingly his space was consud by the growing number of approaching hulkers.
At this mont, the young man Zhou Wang had kicked earlier gritted his angry teeth, rising from the ground again. His eyes red with rage, he charged at Zhou Wang once more.
"I’ll kill you!"
Shouting, the youth pulled sothing out from his pocket.
Even in the dim light, his weapon was strikingly visible.
A knife!
A gleaming blade!
"Bao Jin, are you insane?!"
Jian Sihan couldn’t believe his eyes. His companion had brought a controlled weapon and just pulled it out!
Bare-handed scuffles might only result in minor injuries, but brandishing the knife totally changed the ga...
"No, I didn’t ask him to bring it... Whoever that is, calm down, put the knife away!"
Bao Jin was dumbfounded for a mont, probably not expecting his friend to wield a knife. Coming to, he frantically waved, trying to shout him down.
But it was too late.
Seeing Zhou Wang tightly surrounded by hulking n, with nowhere to escape, he furrowed his brow, focusing sharply on the knife-wielding youth storming his way. At that mont, along with a faint whooshing sound, a glass cup flew in from afar, striking the youth’s head relentlessly.
Bang!
With the glass shattering, the young man stumbled, falling in response.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
More glass cups rained down, hitting the hulkers trying to seize Zhou Wang, causing their painful halt.
The crowd instinctively turned their heads, spotting a man by the bar entrance with a cold face, clad in black suit, standing there, gazing icily in their direction.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The man’s appearance seed like a signal. Soon, with chaotic yet heavy footsteps resounding, a large group of similarly dressed n in black suits stread in from the bar’s entrance.
They divided into groups, so heading to various entrances, while others charged directly forward. The first construction hulker trying to resist didn’t even catch their movents, already thrown face-first hard onto the floor with a shoulder throw, losing his ability to fight back, with his arms restrained firmly on the ground.
The rest swiftly followed, not just the site hulkers, but including Bao Jin and others, regardless of gender, within seconds, were all subdued and pinned on the ground.
Their belongings were swiftly gathered and tossed in front of them...
The bodyguards behind Bao Jin, in turn, seemingly surrendered voluntarily, upon seeing the insignia on the collars of these black-clad n.
That emblem, composed of "sword and firearm" in Chinese, ford a distinct icon, representing Huaxia’s top-ranked security firm... Tyrant Security!
Anyone with even basic industry knowledge couldn’t possibly harbor resistance intent before them.
From the first black-clad man’s ergence, within rely ten seconds, the only one still standing apart from Zhou Wang, freshly straightening with a wince, wasn’t anybody...
"Five minutes earlier, fortunately, shorter than I expected."
Zhou Wang glanced at the system interface where the shining Global Instant Security Card shimred silently.
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