After Brother Xing gave the orders, several underlings quickly searched Huang Jian and Zhong Ping for their cell phones.
Zhong Ping was unconscious, so he showed no reaction whatsoever. As for Huang Jian, he seemed to have been beaten quite badly, but the assailants appeared to know their limits and had avoided vital areas, resulting in him sustaining only superficial flesh wounds.
Upon hearing that they intended to call Chen Hao over, Huang Jian became anxious. As he struggled, he cursed out loud, "You bastards, always ganging up on the few. If you have the guts, face me one-on-one. I'll kill you all!"
Slap!
Brother Xing stepped forward and slapped Huang Jian hard, making his head start to buzz.
"Since I joined the Hong Association and started managing this bar, no one has dared to talk to me that way. Everyone ought to call me Brother Xing. Who the hell do you think you are?" Brother Xing looked at Huang Jian with a cold expression.
