The neon lights on Bar Street flickered, and various kinds of music intertwined, spreading far away. The street was bustling with people, a constant flow of vehicles, and the stall outside the bar gradually attracted many people. However, this teahouse had no guests; instead, a group of young n with a bad deanor arrived. Unable to drink, they were already holding a grudge in their hearts. Seeing these people, they suddenly got furious. If it weren't for their identities and discipline, they would have rushed forward to puml them already.
The ladies turned their faces away in disgust, not even glancing at these n. With n around, the ladies weren't worried about safety concerns at all. Everyone looked at Luo Zheng, waiting for orders. Luo Zheng found it difficult to issue an attack command since they hadn't crossed a significant line. A conflict between soldiers and locals would be a political issue and could cause trouble. Better to bear it if possible.
However, while they could endure, these n mistook it for cowardice and beca more arrogant, their gaze utterly brazen. A bald man gleefully laughed, "Haha, the beauties are shy. We're here to play, so be bold, co with us, don't hang around with these poor souls. What's the point of drinking tea in this day and age? That's ridiculous."
Ghost Hand was furious and glanced at Luo Zheng, who nodded and gave him a knowing look. Ghost Hand understood, stood up, and said indifferently, "Hey, where are these stray dogs coming from, baring their teeth and barking senselessly? Boss, get these stray dogs out. It's ruining my mood for tea; if it persists, I won't pay the bill."
"Kid, looking for trouble? Interesting. You're not the first to bare your teeth at on this street, but you'll be the most miserable. Here's your last chance - scram imdiately, or the sea ahead is vast enough to take you," the bald man said coldly, his eyes narrowing, flashing with nace.
Seeing the bald man angry, the others dispersed, forming a semi-encircling stance around them, their faces growing more solemn, ready to strike. Luo Zheng saw this scene and couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly, whispering to Lan Xing, "Make sure to record as evidence."
"Already started," Lan Xing replied nonchalantly.
As long as there's enough evidence proving self-defense, even if they injure soone in action, there's nothing to fear. Luo Zheng nodded, giving everyone a look. They understood and started preparing secretly. These n seed rather skilled and knew coordinated attack, not just a rabble, needing cautious handling.
At this point, Ghost Hand also spotted the trick. He sneered and looked lazily at the bald man, saying, "Beat it while I'm in a good mood. I've seen many of your kind and punching you would insult my dignity." As a dignified National Blade Elite Soldier King, a school-grade officer, fighting a thug indeed deans oneself, and Ghost Hand didn't want to fight, finding it troubleso.
However, these words seed like provocations and insults in the bald man's ears. His face darkened, retreated two steps, and shouted, "Whoever cripples this bastard for , just don't kill him. Keep an eye on the others; not a single one should escape. Let's enjoy a good night tonight."
"Understood," everyone around responded unanimously, revealing lecherous smiles.
Hearing this, Luo Zheng's brows furrowed tightly, and a surge of anger arose. Fighting life and death at the frontline for the country and people, yet these people dared to commit cris; truly detestable. Even more detestable was their insult to the ladies, including his own lover. As a man, this was intolerable. He coldly glanced at the bald man, gave Ghost Hand a look, and Ghost Hand understood, nodding secretly.
The bald man didn't see Luo Zheng's murderous gaze, continuing his arrogant smirk. A robust young man stepped forward, clasped his fists with both hands, continuously pressed his fingers, producing cracking sounds, shook his neck, which also creaked; he swung his arms, looking disdainfully at Ghost Hand, and said sarcastically, "Kid, bla yourself for being too arrogant, make the first move. Against your kind, it's embarrassing enough if word gets out. If I strike first, I won't survive on the street."
"Oh? Are you sure?" Ghost Hand coldly looked at him, sensing a bloodthirstiness from him, indicating this guy had seen blood. Not many see blood in peaceti, either a ferocious bandit or forr soldiers, yet his stance and aura didn't resemble a soldier, likely a bandit. Ghost Hand sneered, saying, "Not regretting?"
"I'd regret if I strike first," the man snorted, his eyes narrowing, claiming not to strike but staying alert, legs apart, slightly crouching, posed for attack.
"Interesting." Ghost Hand sneered contemptuously, suddenly bracing himself, exuding a terrifying battle spirit. With a powerful sprint forward, his huge fist aid fiercely at the opponent's chest, like a spear, carrying an unbeatable montum.
The opponent felt a chilling aura envelop him, like Death God descending, suddenly terrified. He couldn't believe the forrly lazy second-generation kid transford into a dreadful death god; his face turned pale instantly, breathing beca difficult, frantically retreating to block.
"Boom!" A dull thud like thunder sounded; faintly, bones cracking echoed. The opponent's body flew backward, crashing into a table, the table shattered with a crash. The opponent lay on the ground, Ghost Hand also retreated a step, looking solemnly at him, brows tightly knitted, his face cold as frost.
The others stared at Ghost Hand in shock, as if seeing a ghost. Everyone understood the skills of the man fighting Ghost Hand. Initially holding a spectator's mindset, they were unexpectedly blown away by a single punch—pure force confrontation, a show of strength, clear-cut superiority.
Luo Zheng withdrew his fist, hands behind his back, coldly staring at the person on the ground, saying, "Though you didn't withstand my punch but managed to force back a step, you have so skill. Alas, a pawn for evil—cripple your arm as punishnt, now get lost."
"Kid, you're asking for death." The bald man's face changed drastically, coldly shouting at Ghost Hand.
At this mont, many diners around saw the scene and gathered around. The bald man was furious, seeing the crowd made him angrier, imdiately took out his phone, quickly dialed a number, and shouted into the phone, "Everyone, grab your weapons, Tea House at Bar Street, now."
Luo Zheng furrowed his brows, looked at the bald man, then back to Hong ihua, who gestured indifferently. Luo Zheng understood and smiled, gave everyone a look, and they all smiled knowingly. Snow Leopard excitedly said, "Haven't loosened up for ages, it's not bad to find soone to spar with. Bald man, rember to call all your people; too few won't do. Also, prepare more money; if this place breaks, you'll have to pay."
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