"Don't worry, Dad, I've got it under control," Ge Dongxu said as he spoke, his body suddenly squatting down, spinning around his right leg as the axis, just like a spinning top, while his left leg whipped out like a lash.
Those young men seemed to have some size to them, but their stances were clearly unsteady. With a sweep like that from Ge Dongxu, "bang bang bang," in the blink of an eye, they were all sprawled out on the ground. Two of them even lost control and smashed their chairs against their companions.
"Damn!"
"No way!"
The onlookers were all dumbstruck, hardly believing what they were seeing, and Kun Brother and the haughty Yue Ting, who was looking down on everyone before, were also taken aback.
They had never dreamt that five or six young men would be brought to the ground by a single youth's sweep.
"You spill soup on your mother's dress, refuse to pay for it, and even attack others, it seems like this rundown family resort doesn't want to stay in business! Akun, call the police! Have them arrest everyone!" Yue Ting's shrill voice erupted as her face, which had a bit of beauty to it, was now twisted with anger.
Upon hearing the woman wanting to call the police, Ge Shengming's face suddenly turned pale. Farmers from the mountains, ordinary citizens, feared the police the most. Moreover, it was his own son who had been fighting, and if the police really took him away, what would that mean for them?
"Please, please don't call the police, I'll apologize, I'll pay whatever you want," Ge Shengming pleaded earnestly as he repeatedly bowed.
"Too late, old man! Just wait for your son to be arrested and sent to jail!" Kun Brother, seeing Ge Shengming's constant bowing and supplication, smugly pulled out a black Ericsson phone from his pocket.
In the mid-1990s of Huaxia Country, when cell phones were far from common, a single phone would cost over ten thousand yuan, something ordinary folks could not afford. It was often a symbol of status and wealth in society.
When Yue Ting had mentioned her dress was Chanel or something, Ge Shengming and the onlookers didn't have much of a concept about it, somewhat thinking that she was bluffing—in those times, why would any article of clothing be that expensive? But as soon as Kun Brother pulled out his cell phone, Ge Shengming including the onlookers had their eyes widened in surprise.
This was an item that only the truly rich could afford to buy and use! In their village, nobody owned one to this date.
Seeing Kun Brother take out his cell phone, Ge Shengming was completely panicked. He grabbed Ge Dongxu and said, "Dongxu, quickly apologize to these brothers and sisters..."
As Ge Dongxu saw the panic and worry written across his father's honest face, his own expression, which had been fairly calm, gradually grew darker. His gaze towards Kun Brother who was proudly ready to dial on his phone, and Yue Ting who was standing arrogantly with her hand on her hip, grew especially cold.
"Dad, don't worry, I'll handle this," Ge Dongxu gently removed his father's hand from his arm and confidently walked towards Kun Brother and Yue Ting.
Strangely, although Ge Dongxu was just a young man dressed simply, when they saw him approaching, Kun Brother and Yue Ting instinctively took a step back. Kun Brother even subconsciously hid his hand behind his back, looking at Ge Dongxu with a mix of apparent ferocity and inner timidity, "Kid, what do you think you're doing? My dad is the owner of Changxi Grand Hotel. He's friends with county leaders, even the county police chief!"
"Dongxu, don't mess around!" Seeing Kun Brother bragging about his connections, Ge Shengming panicked and called out.
Others might not know his son's capabilities, but he did.
"Dad, don't worry, I've got it under control," Ge Dongxu turned back and gave his dad a reassuring look, then reached out and grabbed both Kun Brother and Yue Ting's arms.
He knew that these were the leaders among the group of young people.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Kun Brother and Yue Ting immediately shouted, struggling to break free from Ge Dongxu's grasp.
But Ge Dongxu gripped their hands, which appeared neither large nor thick, but were ice-cold and rigid like iron pincers.
They didn't struggle initially, but as soon as they did, Ge Dongxu exerted force and immediately, they were in so much pain that cold sweat beaded on their foreheads.
"Gentle, gentle, it hurts!"
"I didn't plan to hit you guys. I just wanted to have a heart-to-heart chat with you, but you kept making a fuss," Ge Dongxu said with a cold face.
"We won't yell anymore, we won't yell anymore," Kun and Yue Ting quickly said.
They now realized that this young man was formidable in a fight. It's best to take a short-term loss and plan for revenge later.
"That's more like it!" said Ge Dongxu, his icy expression turning into the simple and sincere smile characteristic of mountain folk. Then, while leading them into the inner room, he turned to Ge Shengming and Ye Qiu and said, "Dad, Sister Qiuzi, please continue to entertain the guests. I'll have a good chat with Kun and Sister Yue Ting inside."
Ge Shengming watched his son "escorting" Kun and Yue Ting to the inner room, his face showing a helpless and worried smile. In the end, he did as his son had instructed and went to entertain guests with Qiuzi. He also shooed away some of the village kids who had gathered to watch the excitement.
Once inside, Ge Dongxu released their hands, closed the door, then looked at Kun and Yue Ting with a faint smile and said, "We're just simple country folk here, not like you city folks. Please, feel free to sit down."
Watching Ge Dongxu's face bear the simple smile unique to those from the mountains, which even carried a trace of a young man's shyness and immaturity, Kun and Yue Ting almost found it impossible to associate the youth before them with the fierce individual who singlehandedly routed five or six young men in the restaurant.
"Speak up, what exactly do you want?" Despite their status, Kun and Yue Ting were not truly afraid of Ge Dongxu. They were worried about getting physically hurt, but since he was only a martial artist, they weren't truly intimidated. They sat down carelessly and looked at Ge Dongxu, expecting an answer.
"It's not about what I want. What exactly do you want? I know both of you have significant statuses. We're just ordinary people. You might temporarily submit to me, but if you take revenge later, wouldn't we suffer?" Ge Dongxu looked at them calmly as he spoke.
Kun and Yue Ting, faced with Ge Dongxu's calm expression, unexpectedly felt a chill run through them.
Is he really just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth? Such meticulous thought and sharp insight were totally uncharacteristic for someone his age!
"Since you understand, why did you still dare to beat us? You can't be naïve enough to think that, just because you know some martial arts, you can do whatever you want. Do you actually believe we are scared of you and won't seek retaliation afterward? Let me tell you, this matter won't just end like this! Unless you have the ability to silence us forever or kneel down to me right now, knock your head on the ground, and be my underling from now on, doing whatever I ask," Kun said arrogantly, propping up his legs while looking at Ge Dongxu as if he had the upper hand.
In these times, people with status like them were only afraid of fools. Since Ge Dongxu understood everything, it made things easier for them.
Because a wise man would always have reservations!
"Smack!" Just as Kun was basking in self-satisfaction, confident that he had Ge Dongxu under control, Ge Dongxu suddenly picked up a book from the table and smashed it down hard on his head.
"Watch your mouth. Who do you think is your 'old man'?"
"You dare to hit me! Do you really want your shop to..." Kun was caught off-guard by Ge Dongxu's blow. Wasn't this kid afraid of reprisal? How come he was still so arrogant? Fuming with rage, Kun jumped up.
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