"Xin Ran, help record a video of our toast!" Yang Shasha unlocked her phone, opened the cara app, and handed it to her other roommate.
Then, Yang Shasha raised her glass, which was filled with a soft drink, and said, "Co on, everyone! Let’s have a toast. May you all be happy every day, and may all the single people here find a boyfriend or girlfriend."
"Cheers! Happy birthday, Sasha!"
"Happy birthday!"
...
Wu Yun hadn’t even put his glass down when he heard footsteps approaching from behind. The voices arrived before the people did, their boisterous shouts drowning out the birthday wishes. "Happy birthday, beautiful! Hey, beauties, how about adding us on WeChat?"
Wu Yun turned his head and saw five n with buzz cuts walking over. They looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties, all tattooed and wearing shirts emblazoned with large logos from luxury brands like Versace.
Each of them held a beer bottle in one hand and a glass in the other. Two or three of them had faces flushed from drinking.
The atmosphere imdiately grew quiet.
Including Yang Shasha herself, there were only nine people at her party tonight. There were only three n, including Wu Yun, so they were instantly at a disadvantage.
As the host, Yang Shasha plucked up her courage and said, "Thank you for the birthday wishes. We can share a drink, but we won’t be adding you on WeChat. We all have boyfriends."
The leader, a pot-bellied man around thirty, smiled. "Aw, co on, don’t be so stingy! We just want to get to know a few pretty ladies."
As he spoke, he shifted his beer bottle to his left hand, gripping it between his fingers, and reached out with his right hand to slap Wen ng’s rear.
Wu Yun reacted instantly. Just as the man’s palm was about to make contact, Wu Yun grabbed his wrist, flung his hand away, and said in a low, dangerous voice, "What do you think you’re doing? Harassing my girlfriend?!"
With that, Wu Yun pulled the terrified Wen ng behind him. Seeing this, Luo Heng stepped up to stand beside Wu Yun, glaring at the man.
The man wasn’t the least bit embarrassed about having his hand slapped away. He just grinned sleazily and said, "Co on, bro. Good things are ant to be shared, right guys?"
The n behind him hooted and laughed in agreent.
Only Wu Yun noticed that the man had switched the beer bottle to his right hand, holding it upside down by the neck.
The man’s expression suddenly changed, his smile turning sinister. "Bro, I’m adding your girlfriend on WeChat today. You’re not going to stand in my way, are you?!"
Wu Yun was confident in both his superpower of cash and his own strength, so he wasn’t bothered by the man’s threat. He smiled. "Buddy, your ’face’ isn’t worth a damn. It’s useless to have."
As he spoke, Wu Yun spent 100,000 in the system store to purchase a Mid-Level Strength Potion. For ten minutes, his strength would increase by 20%. After activating it, his strength reached 94.8. With that kind of explosive power, he could take down an ordinary person with a single punch.
Hearing this, a slight smirk played on Luo Heng’s lips.
Hearing Wu Yun’s words, the man stared at him coldly for a long mont. He pointed a finger from his left hand toward Wu Yun’s eyes, then turned as if to leave. Just when everyone thought he was gone, he suddenly spun back around, swinging the beer bottle in his right hand straight at Wu Yun’s head.
Wu Yun was already prepared. He didn’t try to get inside the man’s guard. The mont he noticed the senior, Xin Ran, was still recording everything, he’d already ford a plan.
The mont the man turned, Wu Yun had snatched up Wen ng’s purse and held it against his left forearm. And just as he expected, the man’s bottle ca swinging at him.
The bottle shattered against Wu Yun’s forearm. The beer inside sprayed over his left side, but most of it was blocked by the purse.
The instant the man saw his first attack fail, he lunged again, trying to stab Wu Yun’s thigh with the broken bottle in his hand.
Wu Yun swung the purse in his left hand down, smashing it against the man’s wrist. In that sa instant, he threw a haymaker with his right hand, connecting squarely with the man’s head just behind the ear. The man fell straight back onto the ground, accompanied by the clatter of the broken bottle.
It all happened in a few seconds, from the mont the man spun around to the mont he hit the floor. No one, not even his own lackeys, had ti to react.
Seeing their buddy get taken down, the other n’s faces turned red with anger as they grabbed their beer bottles and charged forward.
Because they were at a courtyard hot pot restaurant, the space inside the pavilion was narrow. With the man Wu Yun had just knocked down blocking part of the path, Wu Yun only had to face two of them.
So, Wu Yun struck first. He launched a front kick that landed square on the chest of the man on the right—the one with the Versace logo—sending him staggering backward and blocking the advance of the two n behind him.
Imdiately after the kick, Wu Yun used the montum to step forward and close the distance with the man on the left, causing the man’s bottle swing to miss wildly behind him.
The mont he was inside the man’s guard, Wu Yun’s left forearm blocked the man’s swinging arm while his right elbow struck him flat on the chin. There was a sickening CRACK of bone, and the man instantly collapsed.
He rushed out of the pavilion onto the open grassy area.
The remaining three, who had been blocked just a mont ago, had recovered. The Versace man rubbed his chest, a vicious look on his face. "Kid! You’ve got balls! Fuck, get him!"
The three n spread out, closing in on him in a triangular formation.
Luo Heng grabbed a chair and rushed out, swinging it at one of them.
Wu Yun seized the mont their attention was diverted. He took a quick step and landed a side kick on the Versace man’s stomach. The man was sent flying, rolling twice on the ground before curling up like a shrimp, clutching his abdon.
He sidestepped to dodge the bottle swung by one of the remaining buzz-cut n, then ducked under his arm and got behind him. He wrapped his arms around the man’s waist and lifted him. After a mont’s hesitation, Wu Yun decided against a suplex and simply slamd him onto the ground.
The powerful impact made the man feel like his organs had been displaced. Before he could even process the sensation, a hamr fist from Wu Yun knocked him unconscious.
"Watch out!"
Wu Yun instinctively dove forward and rolled to his feet. He spun around to see the last man, the one with the red face, lunging for him, but Luo Heng’s chair crashed down, knocking him to the ground.
Wu Yun stopped Luo Heng from bringing the chair down on the red-faced man’s head. He just restrained the man and shouted to Wen ng, who was in the crowd of onlookers, "Wen ng, call the police! Now!"
As if waking from a dream, Wen ng fumbled for her phone from the purse on the ground with trembling hands and dialed the police.
Wu Yun stood up and looked at the five n lying on the ground. He shook his head helplessly and said to Luo Heng, "Senior, looks like your match tonight is off."
Luo Heng was looking at Wu Yun with pure admiration. "Junior, I’m seriously impressed! Not only are you handso and rich, but you can fight too. If I were a girl, I’d definitely be chasing after you!"
To be honest, anyone who saw a man who wasn’t particularly muscular take down four ard thugs in under a minute would have to give him a thumbs-up in admiration.
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