Saying this, Chu Yinuo hurriedly stepped in front of Ning Xingchen, spreading her arms wide. It was clear that if anyone dared to harm Ning Xingchen, she would fight them to the end!
"Damn it, keep protecting this pretty boy. If I don't kill him, I'll write my name backward!" Murong Fei was furious, almost jumping up and down. Chu Yinuo's protective stance toward Ning Xingchen filled him with jealousy and immense displeasure.
Murong Fei decided he must teach Ning Xingchen a lesson, making him wish he were dead.
"Yinuo, I'm fine. Please step aside," Ning Xingchen said gently, pulling Chu Yinuo's arm slightly.
Chu Yinuo blinked her big, adorable eyes, looking at Ning Xingchen in confusion. Could it be that he was really good at fighting?
"Blackie, Whitey, get him!" Murong Fei almost screamed the order, releasing his two attack dogs.
"Trash," Ning Xingchen said with a smile, spitting out the word.
Murong Fei's two bodyguards were both former underground fighters, their iron fists had killed countless people. To them, Ning Xingchen was a weakling, not worth mentioning.
The two burly men, like ferocious beasts, pounced on Ning Xingchen, their massive figures resembling small mountains.
Ning Xingchen smiled calmly, instinctively clenching his fists, gathering a vast and powerful force.
"Get lost!" Ning Xingchen shouted coldly, suddenly stepping forward. His figure flashed, leaving a shadow as he appeared before Blackie and Whitey, then punched them hard in the chest!
Boom!
A loud explosion echoed in the air as a powerful energy surged forth!
The dining table shook slightly, the plates and utensils trembling, food and soup spilling on the table. Ning Xingchen's punches seemed to stir up a whirlwind!
Chu Yinuo's eyes widened in disbelief, her face full of astonishment. This scene was reminiscent of her grandfather's demonstrations of martial prowess at home, causing waves of amazement. She never expected Ning Xingchen to possess such abilities!
Poor Blackie and Whitey were struck in the chest by Ning Xingchen's fists. The intense pain felt like a high-speed train running over them; they wished for death to escape the agony.
Their vision darkened, feeling as if their chests had been pierced by the punches, already caved in.
Bang!
The force of inertia sent them flying, crashing into the door of the private room. The wooden door splintered, and they tumbled into the restaurant's hallway, startling passing guests and staff.
Pfft!
Blood gushed from Blackie and Whitey's throats, splattering on the ground.
From beginning to end, they couldn't believe that their opponent had defeated them in one move, leaving them no chance to fight back. What were they if not useless?
"How... how did you do that?" Murong Fei stared at Ning Xingchen with his mouth agape, looking like he was seeing a monster.
"Don't worry, you're next!" Ning Xingchen smirked, enjoying the sight of this fool who had never seen the world.
"Fuck you, I'm warning you, don't come any closer, or I'll kill you!" Murong Fei shouted, his natural sense of superiority and ignorance of the world showing.
"Idiot, you're beyond saving," Ning Xingchen said sympathetically, glancing at Murong Fei.
Then, Ning Xingchen delivered a powerful strike, leaping high and kicking Murong Fei in the head as if he were kicking a soccer ball, ready to score a goal!
...
The sound of a watermelon being smashed echoed. Murong Fei felt dizzy, his brain buzzing, questioning his existence. Who am I? Where am I? What the hell happened to me?
Murong Fei's screams pierced the air, heard throughout the restaurant, drawing many onlookers.
"Isn't that the famous Murong family's Fei Shao?" someone in the crowd recognized Murong Fei, shocked speechless by his battered state.
Murong Fei was known for his arrogance and bullying, never having been beaten so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
"Fei Shao, are you okay?" the person who recognized Murong Fei quickly bent down to check his injuries.
Meanwhile, Chu Yinuo whispered to Ning Xingchen, "We should leave now, or we'll be in trouble when the Murong family arrives."
Ning Xingchen replied calmly, "I'm not done yet. This is just a warm-up. I want to stretch my muscles once this idiot regains his strength."
"Mr. Ning, I know you're strong, and a hundred Murong Feis can't match you. But the Murong family is very powerful in Donghai. Please, as a favor to me, don't kill him!" Chu Yinuo looked at Ning Xingchen with her big, worried eyes.
"Alright, but if I see him again, he won't be so lucky," Ning Xingchen nodded.
Seeing Ning Xingchen relent, Chu Yinuo sighed in relief.
As Ning Xingchen and Chu Yinuo prepared to leave the restaurant, Ning Xingchen coldly said to Murong Fei, "I, Ning Xingchen, don't change my name or sit in a different place. If you want revenge, come find me anytime!"
Murong Fei wasn't stupid. Posturing now was useless. Even his two skilled bodyguards had been beaten like grandchildren. If he continued to provoke, he would end up crippled.
Watching Ning Xingchen leave with a cold glare, Murong Fei's eyes filled with murderous intent. Today's humiliation made him feel utterly disgraced. He had never felt so humiliated in his life, wanting to grind Ning Xingchen's bones to dust!
"Damn it, if I don't kill you, I'm not Murong Fei!" Murong Fei swore viciously, his twisted, ugly face reflecting his deep hatred for Ning Xingchen.
In Donghai, Murong Fei had a hundred ways to deal with Ning Xingchen.
As long as Ning Xingchen stayed in Donghai, Murong Fei vowed to fight him to the death.
"Dog, wait for your death. Not even God can save you!" Murong Fei sneered coldly, the pain in his chest and head making him gasp, feeling like his body was falling apart.