"Hong Zhen Ting?! This is actually Hong Zhen Ting’s territory, we’re finished! This is going to cause big trouble!" Zou Ming exclaimed with a face full of fear.
"Who is Hong Zhen Ting? Is he even more powerful than Brother Su? I don’t recall any Hong from the top ten martial artists in Lin Jiang." one of the girls asked, genuinely confused.
"I heard from others that Hong Zhen Ting is a big shot in Lin Jiang’s underworld. No one dares to offend him! Although he is not on the list of top martial artists, he controls Master Ren Qianzhong, the number one ranked martial artist."
Zou Ming’s words shocked everyone.
"Brother Su, I’m sorry. I’ve got you into trouble. Let’s forget about it, we should leave now."
Zhang Xiaomo apologized.
"Little Mo, this is not just about you anymore."
Su Chengyu’s eyes flashed with a ruthless glint, he then gripped the burly man’s chin, coldly saying: "Hong Zhen Ting? So, what? You dare to curse at me, your mouth needs to be disciplined!"
Upon saying that, Su Chengyu squeezed hard, dislocating the jaw of the burly man. Then, he slapped him, causing the man to spit out blood along with his teeth, and his mouth sunk in.
Even if they mentioned Hong Zhen Ting, Su Chengyu was not afraid.
These people were nothing more than lackeys of Hong Zhen Ting. Given Hong Zhen Ting’s status, he wouldn’t start a war over a bunch of lackeys.
"Now, either kneel down and apologize, or die. The choice is yours."
Su Chengyu showed his dominance. The gang, seeing that even Hong Zhen Ting’s name didn’t scare Su Chengyu, and knowing they couldn’t beat him, had no choice but to apologize to Zhang Xiaomo and slapped themselves.
"It’s....it’s okay..."
Zhang Xiaomo, knowing that these were Hong Zhen Ting’s subordinates, was not only fearful but also worried that she had brought great trouble to Su Chengyu. She impulsively waved her hand in forgiveness.
"Brother Su, let’s leave quickly." Zhang Xiaomo said softly.
Seeing that these people apologized after their hand was broken, Su Chengyu decided not to push them further, as they were Hong Zhen Ting’s men. Beating them up a bit was still acceptable, but killing them outright could probably anger Hong Zhen Ting.
Su Chengyu stood up and prepared to leave the VIP room with everyone.
"Kid, if you have the guts, don’t run away. We concede defeat to you, but don’t think you can leave without any consequences."
The Jinhuang Night Club was Hong Zhen Ting’s territory. One of his subordinates, Li Yuancang, was always present there. The commotion sparked by the burly men was bound to alert Li Yuancang.
A corner of Su Chengyu’s lips twitched in amusement. These lackeys of Hong Zhen Ting were indeed troublesome. Even though they knew they couldn’t beat him, they still dared to make threats. It was clear that the dog was indeed fiercer when backed by its owner!
At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the room, then a man walked in. He was over 1.8 meters tall, had a side-part haircut with white-dyed hair, and his bangs almost covered half of his face, giving a certain air of wickedness and roguishness.
To Su Chengyu, this man’s style was just like a punk.
The man held an ancient Han sword in his hand, which was slung across his shoulder. Combined with his hairstyle, it gave him a unique, punk look.
The man was Li Yuancang, formerly the sixth-ranked martial artist in Lin Jiang, now the seventh-ranked!
"Brother Cang, you’re finally here! You have to avenge us! This kid is too arrogant. He dared to beat us up in our territory – we have to break him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
The bald man, holding his head, seeing Li Yuancang enter, hurriedly scrambled to Li Yuancang pleading for help.
"Are you telling me what to do?" Li Yuancang’s eyebrows raised, his aura intimidating.
"No! No!" The bald man quickly bowed his head.
Only then, did Li Yuancang shift his gaze to Su Chengyu. These henchmen of Hong Zhen Ting were not small fries, each of them skilled fighters. The fact that they were injured showed that Su Chengyu was not to be underestimated.
And Su Chengyu, hearing the bald man calling him Brother Cang, guessed that he must be the second best martial artist under Hong Zhen Ting, Li Yuancang.
"You certainly have nerve, daring to injure Hong Ye’s men in my Gold Nightclub. It seems you don’t regard me, Li Yuancang, in high esteem."
Li Yuancang’s eyes were icy.
"It has nothing to do with nerve. I simply speak reason. If one of your friends was harassed and bullied for no reason, what would you do?" Su Chengyu responded coolly.
At Su Chengyu’s words, Li Yuancang turned to the bald man and asked, "’What’s going on? I want to hear the truth!"
The bald man stuttered, and with Li Yuancang’s narrow-eyed, cold command, he was forced to speak: "Say!"
"Old Yu and I had a bit too much to drink, and we met this chick outside. So, we teased her a few times and invited her to come to the private room. Who knew that chick didn’t know how to respect her elders, so we slapped her. But Brother Cang, this kid broke our hands. You have to stand up for us!"
The bald man didn’t dare to lie, so he gave an honest confession.
Li Yuancang gave the bald man a slap on his face, spinning him on the spot, seeing stars, and spouting blood from his nose.
"You’ve forgotten the rules here? You start trouble after drinking a bit, your hand, should be broken!"
Among all of Hong Zhen Ting’s establishments, Li Yuancang had always presided over the Jinhuang Night Club and ensured that rules were followed. Although he was associated with the underworld, he had a strong sense of righteousness in his bones and controlled his subordinates strictly, not allowing them to bully ordinary people arbitrarily.
"We’re sorry, Brother Cang, we know we were wrong."
These brutes, not afraid of Su Chengyu, were in actuality afraid of Li Yuancang.
"Get out! Don’t ever step foot into my Gold Nightclub again, or I’ll break your legs." Li Yuancang coldly declared.
The gang scurried away in disgrace, Zhang Xiaomo and the others breathed a sigh of relief. They thought that with Li Yuancang’s personal intervention, the situation would escalate.
Unexpectedly, Li Yuancang turned out to be a reasonable person.
Su Chengyu also looked at Li Yuancang a bit more favorably. He never had a good impression of those in the underworld; most of them were hooligans and bullies who caused trouble and committed evil. However, this Li Yuancang seemed to be different.
"Since you also believe that their hands needed to be broken, then we’ll take our leave." Su Chengyu stated, nonchalantly.
"Who said you could leave?" Li Yuancang lightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Su Chengyu smiled lightly and said, "So what do you want?"
"Although they were wrong and deserved to be punished, the punishment should have been delegated by me! Since you took it upon yourself and injured them, if I let you go just like that, it could damage Hong Ye’s face. So, you also need to leave something behind today." Li Yuancang stated.
"Why aren’t you reasonable?" Zhang Xiaomo muttered angrily under her breath.
"Power is the only reason here. Rest assured, I won’t bully you, but since this lad hurt others, he should leave a finger behind." Li Yuancang said, coldly.
"If you want to take my finger, then let’s see whether you have the ability to do so."
Su Chengyu flicked out a finger, with a slightly provoking meaning. Li Yuancang threw the Han sword to his subordinates, made a claw shape with his hands, and charged at Su Chengyu.
"I’ll have your finger!"