"Go to hell!"
One of the guys with a Mohican hairstyle shouted loudly, taking the initiative, and the other four followed suit.
At this point, running away would only expose his back to the enemies, so Chou Ping gritted his teeth, refused to retreat, and went forward to meet them.
Bang! Bang!
Two sounds of fists hitting flesh, Chou Ping grunted and took two steps back. Looking at the guy with the Mohican hairstyle, he was actually sent flying by a punch.
Chou Ping looked at his own fist in confusion. When did he become so strong? When he threw Ram just now, he didn't notice this, thinking Ram was just too weak.
But the white guy he punched away was over six feet tall, weighing at least 165 pounds. The others didn't give Chou Ping much time to think. They swarmed in, and soon, the alley echoed with the sounds of punches and kicks.
After a while, Chou Ping, a bit disheveled, walked out of the alley. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his cheek was slightly swollen from the scuffle.
A hot wind blew, and Chou Ping shook his head vigorously to clear his somewhat dazed mind.
How could he have imagined that a group of people would gang up on him, and he would end up defeating them all by himself?
In the alley, Ram and the others lay scattered, bruised and battered, occasionally groaning in pain.
"Oh my God, my fingers seem to be broken. I need to go to the hospital..."
"Damn it, I feel like my internal organs are about to shatter..."
"Ram, you idiot, what the hell happened? Didn't you say this guy was just an ordinary office worker? Why is he scarier than a professional boxer?"
The guy with the Mohican hairstyle asked resentfully, but before Ram could respond, he walked over to him.
"Ram, stop pretending, answer me!"
He kicked Ram, but there was no response. He was taken aback, fearing that the crazy Chinese guy had beaten him to death.
He quickly crouched down to check Ram's breathing and, relieved to feel some air, cursed, "Useless waste, knocked out in just a few hits!"
Chou Ping hailed a taxi by the roadside after arriving at the street. The driver took a look at him and asked, "Sir, do you need to go to the hospital?"
Chou Ping shook his head. He felt okay; there was probably no need to go to the hospital. Besides, everything would reset after tonight.
However, Chou Ping decided to go to a steak restaurant near the hospital. He was quite hungry and had a strange illusion that he could eat a whole cow.
After getting in, the driver assessed him and said, "Sir, are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
Chou Ping replied, "I'm fine, just take me to the restaurant."
When he arrived at the restaurant and walked in, Chou Ping was taken aback by the scene inside.
There should be people coming in for dinner at this time. This place had good food and was near the hospital, so it should attract a decent crowd. However, at this moment, only one light was on, making the place look very dim. There were no customers inside, only two waiters cleaning up.
Could it be that it wasn't dinner time yet?
In foreign countries, some popular restaurants only served during specific hours, and if you wanted to eat there, you either had to make a reservation or wait in line.
Wanting to confirm, Chou Ping approached the restaurant. However, before he could ask, one of the waiters shouted at him, "Sorry, sir, we're closed."
What the hell! His stomach was still growling, and he had taken a taxi specifically to have dinner here. How could they be closed?
Chou Ping curiously asked, "What? Today is Monday; why aren't you open?"
"Hey, our boss is in the process of selling this restaurant. It may not be open in the future."
The waiter replied and went back to cleaning the tables.
Chou Ping was dumbfounded. After saving the middle-aged man, he hadn't expected that he would still choose not to seek emergency treatment and eventually die. Due to this, the previously prosperous restaurant was now closed.
Shaking his head, Chou Ping felt a bit frustrated. He walked out of the restaurant, luckily, the street had many other choices.
He switched to another restaurant, ordered a table full of dishes, and started devouring them.
After finishing his meal, Chou Ping took out dental floss from a box on the table, cleaned his teeth, and muttered, "The taste is mediocre, much worse than the steak restaurant over there."
Chou Ping gave straightforward comments without any reservation, causing people around him to roll their eyes.
"He says the taste is mediocre, but he eats so much?"
"God, I envy him for being able to eat so much..."
Chou Ping didn't care about the discussions around him. Could he tell them that he wasn't even full? His appetite had become terrifyingly large. Wait a minute, besides his increased appetite, he also noticed
that his strength had inexplicably grown a lot.
Was there a connection between these two things?
After eating, Chou Ping felt that the slight dizziness in his head from the previous fight had disappeared. It seemed that it wasn't a concussion; he was probably just hungry.
When he returned home, Chou Ping's first action was to turn on the computer and search for first aid knowledge related to someone choking on food.
Most answers suggested taking the person to the hospital for emergency treatment. Chou Ping sneered, thinking that if the fat guy was willing to go to the hospital, why would he be searching for alternatives?
Would it be worth it to pay for the middle-aged man's emergency treatment? He was willing to do it for the sake of enjoying more affordable steaks in the future. The man had a good attitude, and Chou Ping was willing to spend money to save him. However, if he did, the fat woman would probably suspect that Chou Ping was setting a trap to scam them out of more money.
After checking Google and finding no satisfactory solution, Chou Ping opened Baidu.
Chinese people were indeed diligent; there were various methods on Baidu, including drinking vinegar, going to the hospital, calling firefighters, and even chanting a spell, then burning a piece of paper and drinking the ashes...
Wait a minute, Chou Ping clicked on a video. In the video, a group of people was having a meal, and suddenly, a young man grabbed his throat as if something was stuck.
At that moment, a middle-aged man next to him walked over, lifted the young man, and...
After carefully watching this video several times, Chou Ping nodded thoughtfully. Maybe this method would work.