Chapter 151: Chapter 110: I’m Speaking, Why Are You Butting In
BAM!
Beneath the night sky, a muffled explosion of sound erupted.
The young man stumbled, seeing stars. His face twisted with shock and rage, and he felt as if his head had been struck by a sledgehammer, the pain excruciating.
’The country bumpkin the Young Master mentioned actually dared to attack?’
Before he could even process it,
the other man grabbed him by the hair, twisted his head uncontrollably to the side, and slammed his forehead toward the car door.
The metal door rushed closer in his vision, threatening to shatter his skull.
At the critical moment, he snapped back to his senses.
Forcing down the pain, he hastily circulated his Martial Arts Power, concentrating it in his forehead.
THUD!!
His head smashed into the car door with a tremendous bang.
The surrounding passersby were startled. They stopped in their tracks and turned their heads to look.
The Hongyi Society men and security guards near the bar all looked on in stunned disbelief. The expressions of the men who followed Li Yacheng darkened, and they instinctively moved to intervene, only to be quickly stopped by their comrades.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
the other man reminded him in a low voice. The man who had taken half a step forward froze.
His gaze shifted, and he saw Chen Junhao, holding a pipe, watching with the indifferent expression of a mere bystander, saying nothing.
But the man’s sidelong glance sent a shiver down his spine, making him feel as if his feet were nailed to the ground, unable to move another inch.
At that same moment.
"Get off me!"
His head had been slammed hard into the car door, but Li Yacheng acted as if nothing had happened. He had withstood the impact and even managed to roar in fury.
’Oh?’
Lu Chao narrowed his eyes. A gray layer had appeared on the man’s forehead, resembling rock and steel. It was clearly a defensive Martial Skill, a Secret Technique.
Even after colliding with the car door, he hadn’t suffered much damage.
"I told you to get off me!"
Feeling that the hand pressing on his head hadn’t loosened in the slightest, Li Yacheng roared, his eyes filled with fury. He stared intently at the black paint of the car door, as if trying to find Lu Chao’s reflection in its glossy surface.
BOOM!!
In the next instant, his Martial Arts Power erupted. He shattered the paving stones beneath his feet, preparing to launch a violent counterattack.
But...
WHOOSH!
his head was lifted up as easily as a buoy from water.
The Martial Arts Power he had just gathered suddenly dispersed, and he was completely stunned.
But before he could react,
WHOOSH!!
The muscles on Lu Chao’s right arm bunched up, covered in a white-gray layer that looked like a coating of cement.
Stacked Force Fist—First Stack!
THUD!!
He smashed the man’s head into the car door again, producing an even more violent, muffled impact.
Many people near North Street turned their heads in confusion. More and more of them noticed the commotion, and even the patrons buying food at the outdoor stalls rose from their tables, forgetting the food still in their mouths as they stood on their tiptoes to get a better look.
THUD!!
Another muffled impact exploded through the air.
As if tireless, Lu Chao lifted the man’s head again and slammed it into the car door.
No matter how Li Yacheng struggled, it was useless. He could only remain humiliatingly pinned in place.
THUD!
THUD!!
THUD!!!
After several more slams, the metal car door was dented and warped.
CRACK!
Finally, it was as if some kind of defense had been broken.
The gray power on Li Yacheng’s forehead completely dissipated. His face turned pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His technique had clearly been shattered, and he was suffering from the backlash of his own Martial Skill.
And yet.
Even so.
"I was talking. What gives you the right to interrupt?"
Lu Chao’s flat, emotionless voice sounded by his ear.
Li Yacheng’s eyes widened in shock and anger, and he opened his mouth to explain.
But instead,
WHOOSH!!
his head was once again treated like a buoy, casually lifted high into the air.
Then, propelled by an immense force like a surging tide, it was slammed into the car door once more.
THUD!!
The sound was crisp and clear, far louder than before.
Fresh blood seemed to fly through the air, splattering across the dented, warped car door.
A glint flashed in Lu Chao’s eyes, and only then did he let go.
THUMP!
The whites of Li Yacheng’s eyes showed as he collapsed to his knees, his face covered in blood.
Then his head drooped, planting itself among the shattered paving stones as he passed out on the spot.
GULP!
The two Hongyi Society men who had come with Li Yacheng swallowed hard, their expressions shifting between shock and fury, yet they didn’t dare to speak.
Whether it was the bar patrons or the passersby on North Street,
everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock.
All eyes once again focused on Lu Chao. The young man with the buzz cut stood calmly in his black athletic jacket, his face expressionless.
It was as if everything around them had been put on pause. Li Yacheng’s two men shuddered, finally turning to look at the man in the black trench coat to the side.
"B-Brother Hao..."
"It was a Martial Arts spar. He was simply outmatched. What’s there to say?"
His expression calm, Chen Junhao lowered his pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Take Vice Hall Master Li to get patched up. I, Chen Junhao, will cover all the expenses."
As he finished speaking, anyone could hear the favoritism in his tone.
And yet, there was nothing they could do about it.
The two men quickly bowed their heads, stepped forward, and carried the unconscious Li Yacheng away.
Lu Chao watched this scene with a placid gaze.
Finally, he turned his head to look at Brother Hao.
"Heh."
Chen Junhao smiled and gestured for him to follow. "Let’s go. Come see what I’ve prepared for you."
...
The group entered the bar and headed straight for the second floor.
Watching them leave, many of the patrons wore expressions of amazement and began to gossip.
"Who was that? He even dared to lay a hand on a Hongyi Society Vice Hall Master?"
"Pah! Vice Hall Master my ass. Here on North Street, what Brother Hao says goes. It doesn’t matter who you are!"
"Tsk, tsk. That guy’s definitely got some connections. I heard he’s with the Patrol Department. Probably a squad leader or something, right?"
These discussions reached the ears of Xiaoyang, who stood in a corner of the first-floor lobby. He wore his usual waiter’s shirt and vest, his expression complicated.
His eyes, shadowed by dark circles, followed the group’s departing figures until they disappeared into the office at the end of the second-floor hall. Only then did he look away.
