After analyzing the situation, Jiao Kuan immediately cursed, "Damn it, this kid is poaching customers, isn't he?"

Meng Fei cracked his knuckles loudly and said, "A customer poacher dares to be this arrogant? Does he really think there's no one left at Ding Meng!"

Manager Zhang Chengye was furious inside as well. Someone actually dared to poach business right under his nose at Tong Meng. This was clearly a sign of disrespect, and this matter had to be addressed properly!

It wasn't that Tong Meng Bar had no male patrons, but they always came with female companions—some were kept young men of wealthy older women, others were just there socializing with friends. Even if some of these male patrons were working as escorts, they certainly wouldn't walk into Tong Meng still wearing a tail ring and carrying a pack of facial tissues. Therefore, Zhang Chengye, Jiao Kuan, and Meng Fei all unanimously agreed that Wang Zhuo was a "wild duck"—someone suicidally bold to try and poach business at Tong Meng.

As for Ruan Mingqing, she had actually arrived with Wang Zhuo, but they hadn't seen her. By this twist of fate, the misunderstanding became solidified.

Wang Zhuo and Ruan Mingqing had barely reached the exit of the main hall when they were intercepted by seven or eight youths. Leading them was the hall manager, Zhang Chengye, accompanied by a few security guards who were essentially thugs dressed in uniform, plus Jiao Kuan and Meng Fei standing on the periphery, looking on with malicious glee.

"Madam, this young man is not one of ours from Tong Meng. Perhaps you should choose another companion," Zhang Chengye said politely to Ruan Mingqing.

What was this man saying? Ruan Mingqing didn't understand and looked puzzled.

Jiao Kuan, mistaking her hesitation, sneered, "If you take him with you, we at Di Meng cannot guarantee your safety."

Meng Fei was more direct, shouting at Wang Zhuo, "Dare to poach business at Di Meng? Are you tired of living? If you want to die, just say so!"

What nonsense was this! This time, both Wang Zhuo and Ruan Mingqing understood clearly. They exchanged a look, unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, realizing they had walked into a den of iniquity without noticing it!

"I think there's been a misunderstanding," Ruan Mingqing explained somewhat awkwardly. "I came with him; we are friends... Things are not as you imagine."

Zhang Chengye shook his head. "Madam, please don't cover for him. We are not mistaken."

Saying this, he waved his right hand and coldly ordered, "Take him to the security room!"

Immediately, two thugs darted out from his side, one on the left and one on the right, reaching out to grab Wang Zhuo's arms.

Ruan Mingqing gasped in alarm. Just as she was about to rush forward to shield Wang Zhuo and argue with these reckless men, she saw Wang Zhuo step forward—landing a straight right punch that dropped one assailant, while his left hand deflected the hand trying to restrain him. With a sweep of his right arm, an iron fist smashed into the second thug's chin.

"Holy crap, he dares to fight back!" Meng Fei pointed at Wang Zhuo and roared, "You brat, if you don't get out of Rao Meng's doors today, you can expect your anus to be turned inside out!"

Zhang Chengye was completely enraged by Wang Zhuo's counterattack. He abandoned any pretense of managerial decorum and roared at his subordinates, "Go! Turn his chrysanthemum into a sunflower!"

Wang Zhuo was speechless, dotted with black lines; a place catering to such tastes was certainly different. What kind of bizarre metaphor was that—a chrysanthemum turning into a sunflower?

Ruan Mingqing rushed forward desperately to break up the fight, but Wang Zhuo yanked her behind him as a shield. In her panic, her foot slipped. She felt a sharp pain in her left ankle before losing all support, landing hard on her backside.

Just as her bottom was about to split in two from the fall, Wang Zhuo had snatched a rubber security baton from one thug, twisted his shoulder out of its socket in the same motion, and shoved him forward to block another charging thug. Simultaneously, using his signature move, "Yan Bei Fei" (Swallow Flying North), he kicked a third thug flying backward.

When the blocked thug pushed his howling companion aside, he realized all his comrades were neutralized. The only ones left were Jiao Kuan and Meng Fei, looking like mere decorative cushions. Zhang Chengye had already retreated several paces, adopting a stance ready for escape.

This guy is a professional! Cold sweat instantly beaded on the thug's brow. In his years of experience, he knew the vast difference between a true professional fighter and low-level thugs like himself who relied only on numbers. Last time, when two parties argued over parking spaces outside the bar, the thirty-plus thugs one side brought were effortlessly handled by the five special forces soldiers the other side called in!

And this guy in front of him, this customer-poaching "wild duck" from nowhere, seemed even more formidable than those special forces soldiers. The gap in realm was like comparing a Fire Shadow to Naruto!

A massive establishment like Tong Meng certainly couldn't rely only on these few watchdogs. As soon as the commotion started, the monitoring room relayed the information.

In a flash, Wang Zhuo had taken down four guards. Only then did he turn back to help up Ruan Mingqing, who was clutching her ankle, tears welling up from the pain.

Exposing one's back to an opponent is a major taboo in a fight. Jiao Kuan mistook this for a heaven-sent opportunity. He crept a step forward and swung the security baton down hard toward Wang Zhuo's head!

"Seeking death."

Wang Zhuo had already seen the reflection in the fractured facets of Ruan Mingqing's earring, knowing everything happening behind him. He snorted coldly through his nose and leaned his upper body sharply forward. His right leg whipped back, connecting squarely with Jiao Kuan's chin!

What a powerful "Rabbit Kicking Eagle"! Jiao Kuan was so shocked by the sudden kick that he didn't even have time to think of dodging. He felt as if struck by lightning. His entire jaw went numb in that instant, and the immense impact to his head felt like it would rip his neck apart. His whole body was lifted off the ground!

Meng Fei, who had rushed up behind Jiao Kuan, couldn't stop his momentum in time. Wang Zhuo spun around, grabbed Meng Fei's meticulously styled hair, swung him forward, and sent his face slamming against a pillar several feet away. His entire face flattened against the pillar, sticking there like a poorly hung painting before slowly sliding down.

The muffled sound of bone breaking sent a chill down the spine. Zhang Chengye felt his heart seize up violently. Jiao and Meng were definitely disfigured; he doubted they could ever return to being escorts...

Seeing this, Ruan Mingqing momentarily forgot the throbbing in her sprained ankle. Somehow, the scene reminded her of the description of Lu Tixia beating up Zhen Guanxi in Water Margin. She involuntarily grimaced in sympathy.

Wang Zhuo supported her with one arm. Seeing her expression, he chuckled lightly and explained, "Don't blame me for using heavy hands. If the one who fell had been me, even if I didn't die today, I would have lost a layer of skin."

Ruan Mingqing immediately recalled the vivid metaphor of the "chrysanthemum turning into a sunflower" and nodded with a bitter smile.

Wang Zhuo glanced coldly at Zhang Chengye, too lazy to bother with this coward further. He sneered, "Brother here isn't out here selling himself. Keep your eyes open next time."

"Sister here isn't out here soliciting either!" Ruan Mingqing felt she needed to clarify as well. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how indelicate they sounded, and she had already made Wang Zhuo laugh.

Zhang Chengye dared not utter a single syllable, terrified that one wrong word might anger this violent man who was pretending to be an escort for fun. He highly valued his own teeth.

Wang Zhuo supported Ruan Mingqing and walked out of the Tong Meng Bar into the parking lot, where a tall, burly man stood blocking their path, arms crossed.

Even though it was night, the temperature in Jiangzhou was still above thirty degrees Celsius. Yet, this giant was wearing a pair of heavy-duty military leather boots in such heat. His upper body was covered by a tight black stretch vest, and his lower half wore camouflage pants tucked tightly into his boots. Standing firmly in the open space, if he had a military cap, he would be the perfect soldier stereotype.

"Stop." The giant said in a slightly hoarse, calm voice. "I don't care if you are selling or soliciting. If you hit people, you have to leave an explanation; you can't just walk away."

"An explanation?" Wang Zhuo sneered and shot back, "These people here treated me like a customer poacher. My beating them is my explanation."

"Then I'll beat you up, and this debt will be settled." The giant cracked his knuckles loudly, clearly ready to use force.

Wang Zhuo sized up his physique. His muscles were robust and perfect, radiating explosive power. His fists were like a pair of small clay pots, with thick, sturdy knuckles. If one of those iron fists landed squarely, he estimated at least two ribs would snap.

Furthermore, judging by the scars on the giant's body, his presence, and his stance, he was definitely someone experienced in fights, having dabbled in Sanda, martial arts, and other forms of combat.

This was a formidable opponent!

If this were six months ago, Wang Zhuo wouldn't have been confident about defeating this giant. Even with his X-ray vision cheat, it might not be very effective against an absolute difference in strength. Moreover, he was worth billions; there was no need to risk his life fighting such a thug barehanded.

But the situation was different now. During the time he borrowed the Special Forces Company's house in Shengshi Dynasty to carve jade watermelons, Wang Zhuo had participated in extensive training—from grueling field exercises to grappling, capture techniques, and drills. He learned practical skills far beyond his previous street brawling.

Simply put, he used to rely on talent, experience, and his X-ray vision to fight in a straightforward manner. Now, he could use the simplest, most direct methods for grappling, counter-grappling, and joint locks. Previously, he targeted areas above the shoulders, but after receiving special forces training, he had mastered all the body's vulnerable pressure points.

After that period of study, he truly achieved the ability to strike with precision, no longer worrying about accidentally killing or maiming someone, or hitting too lightly to neutralize their ability to fight back.

A rare chance to meet a skilled opponent... Wang Zhuo’s fighting spirit was instantly ignited. His innate adventurous spirit compelled him to seek a confrontation—something completely incomprehensible to the pampered, money-and-power-reliant wealthy second-generation and official second-generation elites.

Chuckling, Wang Zhuo said to the giant, "So, if I take you down, I can leave?"

"Whichever of us falls first, you can leave," the giant corrected him with a casual tone.

"Don't worry, I won't be leaving on a stretcher," Wang Zhuo laughed. "Once I get her settled in the car, I'll come back to play with you."

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