Aimed at Brother Hu's chest, Ning Xingchen kicked forward with tremendous force, not holding back at all against such trash.
With a thunderous boom, Brother Hu flew like a kite, letting out a pig-like squeal as he crashed onto a crate of bottles. The bottles shattered instantly under his weight, and being beer bottles, foam sprayed everywhere. The broken glass cut through Brother Hu's tattoos, revealing bloody wounds. Blood mixed with beer; Brother Hu's appearance was nothing short of tragic, utterly wretched.
Ning Xingchen stood unscathed, smiling disdainfully at Brother Hu. "I didn't use my full strength on you; otherwise, you'd be dead. Even if you had ten lives, they wouldn't be enough for me to take."
Ning Xingchen's voice was cold, carrying a powerful aura. Many in the room paled, sneaking terrified glances at him.
Especially Qin Chuan, who was so shocked his mouth hung open, speechless. The notorious Brother Hu, defeated by Ning Xingchen's single kick, hadn't even managed to block it!
"Damn it, you piece of trash! If I don't kill you today, my thirty years have been wasted!" Brother Hu stood up from the pile of broken bottles, roaring. His eyes were filled with hatred, and he wanted nothing more than to tear Ning Xingchen apart.
Veins bulged on Brother Hu's forehead. Even a fool could see he was utterly enraged, and most importantly, he had lost face.
Having mixed in the underworld for years, Brother Hu had never suffered such a defeat. His body was covered in wounds, his face bruised, and he had lost a front tooth, speaking with a lisp, blood dripping from his mouth. He looked like a bullied elementary school student, utterly miserable.
No one expected Ning Xingchen to be so skilled. No wonder he was so confident; he had a trump card. However, no matter how strong Ning Xingchen was, he couldn't fight off a gang of thugs. Offending Brother Hu was akin to stepping into the underworld with one foot.
"Damn, this bastard has gone too far. Daring to hit Brother Hu, you'll be minced meat!" Qin Chuan cursed, trembling with rage. Ning Xingchen's arrogance and composure infuriated him, leaving him with pent-up frustration and nowhere to vent.
Despite his burly appearance, Brother Hu wasn't just brawn; he was smart, with assets worth millions. In the underworld, one needed both ruthlessness and the ability to assess situations.
Ning Xingchen's earlier move surprised Brother Hu. Realizing Ning Xingchen was a formidable opponent, Brother Hu decided to call in reinforcements.
With a phone call, a cold smile appeared on Brother Hu's face. Once the troops arrived, Ning Xingchen wouldn't escape.
Bang!
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open, and over twenty thugs armed with sticks stormed in. This scene would have terrified an ordinary person.
But Ning Xingchen remained calm, looking on with contempt.
"Brother Hu, who do we kill?" A tall, skinny youth asked loudly, his tone full of swagger.
"Him!" Brother Hu pointed at Ning Xingchen, a smug smile on his face, as if he could already see Ning Xingchen being beaten to the ground.
Immediately, the thugs surrounded Ning Xingchen, forming an encirclement. This tactic, known as "Surrounded by Enemies," could break those with weak mental fortitude, making them collapse and cry out in despair.
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"Brothers, get him! Beat him to death; I'll take responsibility!" Brother Hu shouted.
"I'll reward a million to whoever brings me his head first!" Qin Chuan added, confident that with over twenty men, Ning Xingchen stood no chance, unless a miracle happened.
Hearing the reward, the thugs' eyes gleamed with excitement. They charged at Ning Xingchen, swinging sticks and fists.
Lin Xun'er's eyes reddened with worry. Only in this moment of danger did she fully realize how important Ning Xingchen was to her. He was the most important man in her life. If he got hurt, she would be devastated.
Seeing Ning Xingchen about to be ganged up on, Lin Xun'er felt heartbroken.
She was about to rush forward to help Ning Xingchen share the pain.
"Xun'er, step aside and don't come near. I can handle this trash in seven seconds. Just count to seven," Ning Xingchen said coldly, signaling Lin Xun'er to step back.
Ning Xingchen's voice seemed to have a magical effect, and Lin Xun'er stopped, seeing the determination and confidence in his eyes. His profile, charming and handsome, made her blush, her heart pounding with a newfound feeling.
When Ning Xingchen said he would finish the fight in seven seconds, the crowd burst into laughter, thinking he was out of his mind. Qin Chuan laughed so hard he nearly fell over.
"You fool, you'll pay for your ignorance and arrogance!" Brother Hu scoffed, thinking Ning Xingchen was joking.
Contempt, disdain, and ridicule filled the room. No one believed Ning Xingchen stood a chance. They thought he was doomed, likely to spend the rest of his life bedridden.
Ning Xingchen's earlier kick seemed like luck to many. Now facing over twenty hardened thugs, killing a young man would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken.
The first thug, eager for the million, swung his fist at Ning Xingchen.
Bang! Their fists collided hard. Ning Xingchen's strength surged through the thug's fist, shattering his bones. The thug's arm went numb, and he fell back.
One second had passed...
Next, two thugs tried to flank Ning Xingchen, aiming to grab his arms. But Ning Xingchen switched from fists to palms, grabbing their wrists and twisting down. A loud crack echoed as their wrists broke, and they fell to the ground, screaming.
Two seconds had passed...
Sensing trouble, the thugs with weapons swung their sticks at Ning Xingchen's head.
Ning Xingchen smiled faintly, swiftly grabbing one thug's arm, squeezing hard. The bat fell, and Ning Xingchen caught it with his right hand.
Bang, bang, bang!
In a flurry of blows, five thugs fell, their heads spinning, stars dancing in their vision, collapsing to the ground.
Three seconds had passed...