Facing the twenty-odd strong men charging at him, Wang Yan slowly stood up from his chair, his cold gaze fixed on Li Gang.
At this moment, he already understood Li Gang's intentions. Moreover, ever since he descended the mountain, he had seen on multiple occasions people who were unbearably arrogant because they had money.
Is it really true that in this world, money reigns supreme?
Li Gang was furious at this moment, wishing he could immediately knock Wang Yan and the others to the ground and drag Ouyang Feiting over for a beating.
As his twenty-odd strong men charged forward, Li Gang also shouted loudly, wishing he could immediately capture Wang Yan and the others for a thorough beating.
But through the crowded throng, Li Gang noticed Wang Yan's two icy eyes piercing through the masses to look at him.
Although on the surface he seemed to have an overwhelming advantage, Li Gang felt that as soon those sharp eyes fixed on him, he was completely seen through and placed in a world of ice and snow.
Suddenly, a feeling of extreme unease gripped Li Gang's heart, as if he had made some grave mistake.
To suppress his inner turmoil, Li Gang shouted, "Hit them, hit them, break both his legs, drag that bitch over here so I can scar her face."
Beside Li Gang, Li Zhe said, "Dad, save her for me first, let me have some fun before anything else."
At this moment, the first strong man had already rushed in front of Wang Yan.
Just then Wang Yan lifted his foot and kicked toward that first strong man.
Wang Yan's kick appeared exceedingly slow, posing no apparent danger in everyone's eyes, and the strong man being kicked sneered continuously.
To the strong man, Wang Yan was of no concern. Under his hands, the number of people he had subdued was countless, let alone a mere student on campus.
He raised his hand, ready to grab Wang Yan's foot.
Once he caught Wang Yan's foot, he would immediately pull him up and slam him to the ground.
Once Wang Yan fell, the twenty-odd men would swarm over him, leaving Wang Yan with no choice but to be beaten.
The strong man's face had already spread with a cold smile.
But the next moment, the smile on the strong man's face froze because he discovered that Wang Yan's foot suddenly sped up, as swift as lightning, and he only saw a blur before Wang Yan's right foot lifted up, breaking through his hands and kicking his ribs.
Seeing Wang Yan's kick aimed at his ribs, the strong man breathed a sigh of relief.
In a seasoned fighter's eyes, a kick should target the abdomen or, preferably, the groin, as these areas are the softest and, if hit, would render him incapable of fighting.
If it struck his ribs, then with the toughness of his ribs, he could forcibly withstand this kick.
"Clearly just a green school kid, a novice," disdain rose in the strong man's heart, and he took a deep breath, ready to brace for Wang Yan's kick.
This kick landed on the strong man's ribs with a "crack" sound.
The strong man felt as if his ribs had been hit by a massive steel ingot, the pain was unbearable.
Unable to withstand it, the strong man bent forward, his entire body curling like a shrimp.
Simultaneously, under the force of the kick, the strong man's body was sent flying backward.
In midair, the strong man opened his mouth, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, scattering it into the air.
It was only then that the strong man could catch his breath again, letting out a piercing scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.
The strong man knew that his ribs were already broken.
Behind him were over twenty more people trailing closely.
After the strong man was kicked into the air, he crashed into the person right behind him, sending that person flying backward as well.
Following these two, even more people were knocked into the air, flying backward like a string of candied haws.
Li Gang, originally standing at the back, had anticipated seeing the scene of Wang Yan being knocked to the ground by the twenty-odd men swarming him. Little did he know that the tables would turn in the blink of an eye, and the twenty-odd men who rushed him were instead flying toward himself.
Li Gang tried to dodge, but just as his body turned halfway, the mass of more than twenty bodies crashed into him.
As this mass struck Li Gang, they rolled forward like a giant snowball.
On the ground were the shattered bowls and plates that had crashed earlier, and as the human ball rolled over them, shards embedded themselves in their bodies.
Painful cries continually emanated from the human ball.
The human ball rolled into a wall, scattering more than twenty men across the floor like an explosion.
The strong man kicked by Wang Yan suffered the worst injury. Several ribs were broken, and he kept coughing up blood.
Among the others, everyone had fragments of broken plates stabbed into their faces and bodies, blood flowing ceaselessly, all lying on the ground wailing, unable to stand.
Li Gang, hit by the mass of more than twenty people, suffered a heavy impact to his body. He felt as if his internal organs were displaced, spitting a mouthful of blood, his body slumping against the wall, unable to stand. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet
With an expressionless face, Wang Yan stepped toward Li Gang, one step at a time.
Although Li Zhe and a few others had the luck to avoid getting hit by the human ball just now, they had witnessed firsthand as Wang Yan sent more than twenty strong men flying with a single kick.
With such strength, who would dare to stand in his way?
To provoke a person like him is certainly courting death.
Thus, although watching Wang Yan approach Li Gang, no one dared make a move.
Everyone kept retreating, step by step, maintaining a growing distance from Wang Yan.
Wang Yan reached Li Gang, looking down at him crushed at his feet, his eyes as icy as frost, staring intently at Li Gang.
Under Wang Yan's gaze, Li Gang felt his chest tightening as if a large stone was pressing on it, unable to breathe and incapable of entertaining any thoughts of resistance.
At that moment, Li Gang was truly afraid and regretful, regretting not bringing more men with him.
However, having roamed the streets for many years, he had long developed the skills to bend and flex as needed. Realizing he'd met a formidable foe, he quickly climbed up from the ground, threw himself at Wang Yan's feet, and lifted his face with a flattering smile, saying, "Brother, spare my life. I had eyes but could not see Mount Tai. I offended you, Brother; I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm a fucking bastard, Brother master, please, let a fart pass by. When I return home, I'll shut myself in, and when I see you again, I'll call you Brother."
As he spoke, Li Gang kept observing Wang Yan's reaction, only to see Wang Yan's expression unchanged, still unbelievably cold.
Li Gang's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly raised his hand, slapping his own face, cursing himself, "Let this teach me not to have eyes, let this teach me not to have eyes..."
The sound of slapping echoed "pa pa," and Li Gang's face, already red from being scalded with water by Ouyang Feiting, now peeled from the hits, revealing a bloody red patch.
While Wang Yan's expression remained unchanged, he sharply sensed in Li Gang's aura of emotions that while there were indeed fear and panic, there was a predominant sense of hatred and a gnashing desire for revenge stoking beneath, built firmly upon a stench of money.
"Is money really a way to climb to the peak of the world?" In Wang Yan's mind, thoughts swirled, yet he found his disgust at the stench of money around Li Gang insurmountable.
Wang Yan turned around, walked off, and coldly said, "Scram!"
Upon hearing the word scram, Li Gang's face was instantly filled with joy. He quickly got up from the ground and dashed out of the restaurant.
Seeing Li Gang run away, Li Zhe and the others also hurriedly fled.
Once outside the restaurant, Li Gang ran towards his car, followed closely by his thirty-something men who also rushed to their cars.
Each of them opened the trunk of their cars, revealing trunks packed with makeshift hunting rifles.
The thirty-something strong men each grabbed a rifle. Those who couldn't get one picked up baseball bats from the trunks.
Over thirty men pointed their guns at the restaurant.
Seeing this, Li Gang regained his arrogance and shouted, "Punk, get the hell out here, let me see how cocky you still are."
Inside the restaurant, seeing the situation outside, Wang Yan snorted coldly and said, "Not shedding tears until seeing the coffin, huh? I'll go out now and show him the meaning of arrogance."
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