Before the burly men behind me could react, I had already grabbed Ah Qiang's shoulder and, with a slight force, dislocated his shoulder joint.
Ah Qiang couldn't even scream anymore; his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The four burly men behind me were clearly also tough fighters. Seeing how fierce I was, they didn't back down at all. They shouted and rushed forward, some grabbing a beer bottle from the next table, and others picking up a folding stool.
Four men closed in on me, simultaneously attacking me with their fists. I had absolutely no chance to dodge. While I knew a little martial arts, knowing martial arts didn't mean I could become some kind of superhero who could fly around in his underwear! Surrounded by four men, I couldn't fight back, so I gritted my teeth and took a blow to the back from a folding chair. The impact sent a jolt through my body, and the pain in my back almost made me numb. At the same time, I lunged into the arms of the nearest man, my shoulder slamming into his ribs. I followed up with a powerful elbow strike, and the man screamed in pain as I hit his chin.
Generally, being hit in the chin will cause a person to lose their ability to react for a short period of time. Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in concentration, I quickly moved behind him and shoved him towards the other three, while simultaneously grabbing Fang Nan and pushing her towards the door: "Run!"
Fang Nan stumbled as I pushed her, her eyes filled with anxiety, and she exclaimed, "Run!"
Damn it! Sister, should I run? There are so many of them, do you think I can outrun them? If I turn around and run, wouldn't I be giving them my back?
A whooshing sound came from behind. Instinctively, I shifted to the side and stepped back. The man behind me missed his beer bottle, but I used the momentum to hoist his arm onto my shoulder. This time, I didn't hold back; I grabbed his arm and twisted it forcefully.
With a snap, I dislocated the man's elbow. I grabbed him and threw him from behind, then kicked him hard in the head. The man's scream was only half-finished before he passed out.
But I paid the price for it; a guy next to me swung a bottle and hit me on the head.
I only felt a "buzz" in my ears and a sharp pain on the top of my head.
Damn it! They hit me on the head again! How many times have I gotten hit on the head these past few days?!
"Damn it!" I roared, turned around, twisted my waist, clenched my fists, suddenly took a step forward, opened my mouth and exhaled, letting out a sharp shout!
With a thud, I punched the guy who hit me on the head with the bottle right in the chest.
My punch has a specific method; it's the "Ceng Quan" from Xingyi Quan, a powerful heavy punch!
I punched the man in the chest, and I heard two cracking sounds. I don't know how many ribs he broke, but he spat out a mouthful of blood! Then he fell to the ground, still spitting blood.
The other customers at the other tables in the restaurant were already stunned! Just as I punched someone so hard that they were lying on the ground spitting blood, a fat woman suddenly screamed, "Murder!!!"
To be honest, I wasn't seriously injured, and my head just hurt a little, but the woman's scream startled me. The other guests around me immediately jumped up and ran towards the door.
The last remaining burly man, carrying a folding stool, looked somewhat terrified as he watched me ruthlessly deal with his three companions. His eyes showed a hint of panic, unsure whether to continue charging forward or retreat.
I wiped the blood off my face... Damn, that guy just sprayed blood all over my face.
Suddenly, the guy opposite me yelled and threw the folding stool at me with all his might. I dodged it, but as soon as I moved, I knew something was wrong! Fang Nan was hiding right behind me. As soon as I turned to the side, the stool flew towards Fang Nan.
Fortunately, that guy's aim was really bad. Instead of hitting Fang Nan with the stool, he knocked over a table next to him. Fang Nan groaned and squatted down, a pained expression on his face.
It turned out that the table had fallen and stepped on her toes.
Fang Nan was wearing a pair of exquisite open-toe high heels tonight. Her delicate little big toe was pinned down, and blood immediately flowed out. Seeing Fang Nan crouch down and cry out in pain, I felt a sudden, inexplicable pang of pain in my heart, as if a string called reason had snapped!
I lunged at the guy in two steps. He kicked me in the stomach. My face contorted with rage. I roared, grabbed his thigh, and swung him around. He flew sideways and crashed into a table. Before he could get up, I was already in front of him, grabbed his collar, lifted him up, and punched him hard in the nose.
His nose broke instantly, and blood gushed out! Ignoring everything else, I threw another punch, knocking out three of his front teeth. My knuckles were even scraped. The guy slumped down like a lump of mud. I cupped his chin in my hands, gently laid him down, and simultaneously slammed my right knee down on him…
Bang!
This guy's face slammed squarely into my knee, and I deliberately made sure he'd need to see a better plastic surgeon after tonight. I could feel his nose almost caved in from where I hit it.
A stream of blood spurted out of the air, and the man finally fell backward.
I looked at the five men on the ground, including the gigolo, and was slightly out of breath.
After all, I hadn't exercised for a month after fracturing my arm, and I could clearly feel myself regressing. Fang Nan was still squatting behind me, but she seemed to have forgotten the pain in her foot, staring at me with wide, terrified eyes.
I know I might look a little scary right now. My face is covered in blood, and my glasses are stained red. My once handsome face is now twisted and grotesque, my clothes are disheveled, and there are bloodstains on my shirt.
Without saying a word, I walked over to the gigolo and stood next to him, carefully observing him for a moment.
Um, last time Huan Ge had someone break one of his legs, was it the left or the right? I think it was the right leg...
I kicked him, flattening his left leg, then raised my foot, took a deep breath, and stomped hard on his left thigh bone!
"Ah ...
"Chen Yang, no!"
I heard Fang Nan exclaim behind me. I turned around and saw that Fang Nan had barely managed to stand up. She covered her mouth with her hands in surprise and looked at me in horror.
I guess my cold-blooded appearance frightened her.
I snorted, threw down the folding stool I was holding, kicked him again, and then walked over to Fang Nan. I slowly squatted down, gently touched the injury on her foot, and looked up softly, asking, "Does it hurt?"
Fang Nan, who was already pale with fright and swaying precariously at the sight of so much blood, groaned and her legs went weak upon hearing this. I quickly caught her, supporting her body, and whispered, "It's alright, it's okay now."
Fang Nan's voice trembled slightly: "You...you looked so scary just now...you..." She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with tears: "You...you're not...right? There's so much blood on your head..."
I grasped her hand as it reached to touch my head and said calmly, "It's not my blood, it's theirs."
Fang Nan was still not reassured, so she checked me over. I only had a minor head injury from being hit by a bottle, which scraped my skin. Aside from that, it seems that after several head injuries, my head has become increasingly "tough."
I was hit on the back by a folding stool; it probably caused some muscle damage, but nothing serious.
Fang Nan breathed a sigh of relief, but her expression changed slightly: "You...you were so scary just now...how could you hit me so hard?"
I raised an eyebrow, gave a cold smile, and stared at the gigolo on the ground: "You mean him... Hmph, this scumbag, I've wanted to deal with him myself for a long time. It wouldn't be too much to just kill him!"
I let go of Fang Nan and strode to the back of the shop counter. There was a young female clerk behind the counter who had been too scared to come out, but she turned pale as she watched me walk towards her.
I wiped the blood from my face and said softly in a calm voice, "Little sister, do you have any tissues?"
Then, I took the tissue that the waiter handed me with trembling hands, walked to Fang Nan's side, squatted down, and carefully and gently wiped away the blood from her toes.
Her toes were originally pink and delicate, small and dainty, and her ankles were perfectly round and smooth, without a single flaw. It seems that this woman pays great attention to the maintenance of every detail of her appearance.
There's a tiny wound on my thumb now, revealing pink muscle underneath, from which blood is slowly oozing out.
I took a look, and the injury was very minor. However, as the saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. Whether it is a person's finger or toe that is injured, the pain is much more intense than other parts of the body!
I moved as gently as possible, and Fang Nan seemed stunned by my actions, as if she were dumbfounded, staring blankly as I knelt under her skirt to wipe her wounds. Then, ignoring her gasps, I reached out and scooped her up in my arms.
Fang Nan gasped repeatedly, seemingly wanting to struggle, but hesitated, and finally wrapped her arms around my neck.
I carried her out of the barbecue restaurant and said casually, "What's there to call me? This is the same way I carried you to bed when you were drunk at home this afternoon."
As soon as I stepped outside, a patrol car of police officers sped up and stopped abruptly in front of the barbecue restaurant. Two officers jumped out of the car, looked at me in surprise, and then several waiters ran out. One of the bolder ones pointed at me and shouted, "It's him! It's him!"
The police officer paused for a moment, then asked, "Who called the police just now?"
A male waiter standing at the very back timidly began, "I..."
"Don't leave!" a policeman stopped me. Then another policeman listened to the accounts of several waiters and went inside to check on the five people lying on the floor.
"Kid, you've got some serious skills!" The policeman next to me was young, around thirty years old, and his face darkened as he looked at me. "Come back with us."
I knew I couldn't avoid it.
I've been through countless fights that end up at the police station since I was a child. Besides, I had already planned this out when I was beating up the gigolo.
This isn't over. Even if I hit him and ran away, it won't change anything. That gigolo knows me!
"My friend's foot was injured by them, can you take her to the hospital?"
The policeman glanced at me with a cold look in his eyes, but after seeing Fang Nan's appearance clearly, he paused for a moment and said, "Okay, you can come with me. She can stay here with my colleague. The car will be here soon to take your friend and the others inside to the hospital."
Fang Nan immediately objected upon hearing this. She refused to let me go to the police station alone. However, after much persuasion, I convinced her to go to the hospital first. I also told her that I didn't have any identification on me and needed her to go back to the company to get it for me.
When I went to work today, I brought my ID to the company and had my secretary, Qian Pan, register it and make some records for the company files. Then she just tossed it into my drawer.
Looking back now, I suddenly have a strange feeling... Luckily, my documents were at the company; if they had been at home...
I vaguely felt a little reluctant to let Fang Nan come to my house... because I didn't want her to see Yan Di and Xiao Caimi.
The thought was strange; it just flashed through my mind.
I convinced Fang Nan, and she gave me a few words of advice, saying that she would come to the police station to find me later.
I followed the policeman into the police car. Inside, a young policeman in uniform was sitting in the driver's seat. When he saw me being pushed in, he just glanced at me indifferently and said, "Old Song, how is it?"
The policeman who pushed me into the car smirked and sat down. "Nothing much, just a fight. A few guys are lying in there, looks pretty badly injured. I'll leave Liu Zi here to wait for the ambulance and clean up the scene. We'll take this kid back first." He glared at me. "Kid, you better sit still!"
I know that's how police usually talk... It's not their fault, it's just part of their job.
Police officers often have to deal with all sorts of people from all walks of life, and if they aren't a bit ruthless, it's hard to keep those people in check.
In short: I'm used to it.
The police drove towards the nearest district police station. On the way, the policeman called Lao Song suddenly received a phone call. After answering it, he said a few words in a low voice, and after hanging up, he looked at me with a strange expression.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face: "Kid, you're pretty good... Do you know you've gotten yourself into trouble?"
trouble?
I snorted.
Once I entered the district police station, they took me directly into a room without even taking a statement. The policeman named Lao Song handed me over to another person. The two of them exchanged a few words in hushed tones, glancing at me quickly every now and then with a hint of sympathy and helplessness in their eyes.
Then I was locked in a room... and I didn't even have a chair to sit on!
The policeman who replaced Lao Song looked much fiercer. He took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed me directly to the radiator in the room.
Because the handcuffs are placed very low, I need to be half-squatting.
I can't stand up, and I can't sit down. This position is extremely uncomfortable.
He was obviously messing with me on purpose!
I have some doubts.
Could it be that this gigolo has some powerful backer?
Impossible! After all, I worked with that gigolo for a while, and I know pretty much everything about him!
However, I later learned more about the situation.
It turns out that the guy whose nose I broke and whose front teeth I knocked out was someone's brother-in-law at the police station!
Damn it...
I was alone in the room, handcuffed to the radiator, squatting there for a full half hour. My body was numb from squatting like that, my back bent over. I grew increasingly angry. I shouted a few times, but no one paid any attention to me.
Finally, half an hour later, the door opened and two uniformed policemen walked in. One of them was holding a notebook and paper for taking statements, while the other looked me up and down with a gloomy gaze... I had a feeling that his gaze was somewhat malicious.
Part One: In the Martial World, Unable to Control One's Own Fate, Chapter Fifty-Two: A Temper Like a Raging Fire
I know I look pathetic. I'm handcuffed to a radiator, unable to stand straight or squat. My legs are bent and aching unbearably. Seeing the two policemen enter, I'm filled with anger and can't help but shout, "You've been handcuffing me here for ages! What do you want from me?!"
The policeman holding the notebook looked younger, probably a rookie. Upon hearing this, he immediately became angry and shouted, "Behave yourself! Don't you know where you are?!"