"It seems Han Feihu was right, you're more than just a little sick!" Huang Shuyue sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Why did I send someone to the hospital? I was waiting for you to come!"
"He Lao San was collecting debts on my behalf. You messed with him, it's like slapping me in the face!" Zhang Zhili replied coldly, his expression calm but emanating an aura of invincibility.
"I originally planned to send someone directly to find you, but Lao San said you had some skills! If we directly blocked you, you might run away." Huang Shuyue's expression turned grim. "Han Feihu suggested creating some trouble at the hospital to draw you out. Looks like it worked; you came right to us! Your cousin's husband seems quite clever, doesn't he?" He chuckled, brimming with confidence.
"???" Huang Shuyue's expression turned colder. "Kid, you're quite arrogant, huh? Do you have any background, or what capital do you have to dare speak to me like this?"
"Debts must be repaid, isn't it just common sense?" Zhang Zhili's tone remained cold. "As for me, I have no background, but I'm not someone you can afford to mess with!" His voice was firm, his eyes sharp.
"Let's see if you have the capital to be so arrogant!" Huang Shuyue said darkly, signaling his henchmen armed with batons to charge.
Zhang Zhili's eyes gleamed with determination as he faced the oncoming attackers, his demeanor unyielding yet eager for the challenge. He effortlessly grabbed a baseball bat from one of the assailants and wielded it with precision and ferocity amidst the chaos. Despite being outnumbered, he dodged their attacks with ease, each swing of his bat landing with deadly accuracy.
In the midst of the fray, several henchmen lay defeated on the ground, Huang Shuyue's face growing increasingly grave. Behind him, He Lao San couldn't hide his astonishment.
"I underestimated you!" Huang Shuyue admitted, regaining his composure. "Ah Meng, come out!"
Following Huang Shuyue's gaze, Zhang Zhili saw a burly figure leaping down from the villa balcony, striding confidently towards him.
This man was known as Ah Meng, Huang Shuyue's most trusted bodyguard. Having a checkered past in the military, Ah Meng was saved by Huang Shuyue and became his most loyal enforcer.
"Kid, kneel down and apologize to Boss Five. I'll spare your life and just break your limbs!" Ah Meng declared, his massive fists clenched, exuding an intimidating aura.
Zhang Zhili smirked. He wasn't intimidated; instead, he seemed exhilarated by the challenge.
In the bustling city streets, under the cloak of night, a chaotic struggle was unfolding within the confines of a villa.
"It's just luck that's on your side!" Ah Meng's face turned pale, his punch packing enough force to break through a typical steel or wooden door. Yet, this young man before him seemed to casually block his attack. Ah Meng felt a slight tingling sensation in his fist. He retracted it and flexed his wrist, casting a more cautious glance at Zhang Zhili.
"So, you're a trained fighter. No wonder you're so confident! Let's play for real!" Ah Meng grinned menacingly, pulling out a set of brass knuckles from his pocket and launching another assault, aiming straight for Zhang Zhili's temple.
"I overestimated you!" Zhang Zhili shook his head. Despite three years of rigorous training, he had never truly faced a skilled opponent like Ah Meng. At first sight of Ah Meng, he thought it would be a good sparring match. Yet, even before unleashing half of his true strength, Ah Meng proved to be no match at all.
Standing firm, Zhang Zhili waited until Ah Meng was almost upon him before unleashing a powerful kick. The blow struck Ah Meng squarely in the chest, sending Huang Shuyue's top enforcer flying several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground.
"Ah Meng, are you okay?" Huang Shuyue shouted, but Ah Meng could only emit a few groans, unable to get up.
Taking a step forward, Zhang Zhili closed in on Huang Shuyue. "You see, am I someone you can't afford to provoke?" Huang Shuyue's face alternated between shades of blue and purple; he had never expected his top thugs, after wearing Zhang down with a dozen lackeys, to still suffer such a humiliating defeat.
"Kid, you can fight, I'll give you that! But these days, being able to fight is useless! Can you handle guns? Can you handle bombs?" Huang Shuyue regained some confidence as he spoke.
Zhang Zhili looked coldly at Huang Shuyue, then calmly remarked, "You're right, you've reminded me of something. Perhaps you can do all the things you claim, but I could kill you right now!" With those words, he stepped forward, seizing Huang Shuyue by the throat. With just a slight exertion of force, Huang Shuyue's face turned red.
"Tell me, if I strangle you now, can you still do those things?" Everyone was stunned; was this kid really about to commit murder? Huang Shuyue struggled frantically, but in Zhang Zhili's iron grip, his struggles were feeble, like those of a baby. At that moment, Zhang Zhili's phone began to ring incessantly. He answered the call.