Zhang Xiaofan crouched down to dodge Huang Mao's fist and, at the same time, threw a ferocious punch at Huang Mao's stomach.
With a thud, Huang Mao felt as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer, pain churning in his belly as if a river had overturned.
Immediately afterward, Lu Mao, too, was brought down by a kick from Zhang Xiaofan.
"Kid, just you wait!"
Seeing that they couldn't beat Zhang Xiaofan, the two punk-styled guys spat out threats while they fled.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't go after them, because Wang Fang on the bed was in some kind of wrong state.
"Little brother, should we still call the police?"
The hotel owner asked Zhang Xiaofan.
The hotel owner himself actually preferred not to call the police, for a police report would certainly have negative repercussions for the hotel.
However, given Zhang Xiaofan's exceptional fighting ability just showcased, the hotel owner was somewhat fearful of Zhang Xiaofan and hence sought his opinion.
