Iron Hand had taken a seat on the couch without waiting for an invitation.
"If you want to drink, go ahead and drink, no need to jabber here!" Chen Jie said coldly.
"Sister Kick, I heard that your foot technique is quite impressive. I would like to experience it myself, and maybe have a free drink while I'm at it." His words suggested he was already sure of his victory.
Zhu Li tilted her head back, swallowing the red wine from her glass, seemingly to bolster her courage with alcohol.
"Come on!"
Before her words had even faded, Zhu Li had kicked off her high heels and moved to a small open area behind the sectional sofa.
Iron Hand laughed heartily, shook his broad shoulders to loosen them up, and stood up relaxedly opposite Zhu Li, audibly cracking his knuckles.
Luo Yang had heard of Iron Hand before, a nameless but formidable fighter reputed to be a friend of Devil, whose real name—Zhang Xingkai, was also known as the Gold Medal Fighter—Luo Yang was familiar with.
Recently, he had heard that Zhu Li and Zhang Xingkai had clashed violently, with rumors circulating that both had been injured during the fight. It was not until he saw a glance of Zhu Li's left shin that Luo Yang realized her tibia was broken.
Thinking that Zhu Li's leg was already injured, he feared another fight would render it useless. Motivated by compassion, he felt obliged to help.
Just as Iron Hand and Zhu Li were about to clash, Luo Yang suddenly said, "Iron Hand, I was discussing something with Sister Kick. How could you interrupt? Since you want to play, I'll play with you."
Everyone present was shocked. Chen Jie pondered, "He's got guts! Everyone knows Iron Hand is a strong fighter, and he dares to challenge him. Does he really have that strength?"
Since he had entered the private room, Iron Hand had noticed Luo Yang but had not taken him seriously. Hearing him now brazenly issue a challenge, he sized Luo Yang up with narrowed eyes and scoffed, "Who do you think you are? You both can come at me. Watch how I take on both of you!"
Luo Yang calmly said, "Two against one isn't honorable. I alone am enough to teach you a lesson."
Zhu Li thought to herself, "He's a decent guy, but I'm not sure if he can handle Iron Hand alone. I'd feel terrible if he got hurt. He seems confident and well-built; maybe he should give it a try. If I were to fight, my left leg would definitely be ruined."
Her cold gaze warmed slightly as she said softly, "Then be careful."
An Yuying anxiously called out softly, "Niu Zai."
Luo Yang confidently nodded and replied, "Sister An, I'll be fine."
Seeing Zhu Li sit back on the sofa, Iron Hand disdainfully said, "Sister Kick, you really don't dare to fight, huh!"
Luo Yang sternly said, "Beat me first, then talk!"
Eager to intimidate, Iron Hand swaggered over, intending to slap Luo Yang a few times.
Seeing Iron Hand approaching menacingly, Luo Yang guessed he would strike with his right hand. He thought, "If he doesn't get careless, he might be able to exchange a few moves with me."
When Iron Hand reached him, he indeed raised his hand toward Luo Yang's face with considerable force.
Luo Yang planted his feet firmly on the floor, leaning his upper body back rapidly as the palm wind brushed past his face. As Iron Hand's right hand swept by, Luo Yang forcefully pushed against the back of his hand, using the motion to disrupt his balance.
Iron Hand, fully confident he could knock down the young man before him with a heavy slap, had used about seventy percent of his strength. When his swift strike missed, he was initially shocked. As his hand was deflected, his body involuntarily turned as well, and he was horrified to realize he was unable to save himself. His right ribcage was exposed, a clear vulnerability.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Yang threw a punch at Iron Hand's right ribcage, the impact sounding loudly. The blow twisted Iron Hand's facial muscles in pain.
Immediately after, Luo Yang's left foot stomped hard on Iron Hand's right knee, forcing him to kneel on one knee.
Seizing the moment, Luo Yang bent his arm and drove his right elbow forcefully into Iron Hand's face. A loud thump sounded as Iron Hand was knocked backward onto the floor, his head hitting the ground with a loud crash. He lay there, virtually unconscious, with a bloodied face twitching on the floor.
Luo Yang, watching Iron Hand on the ground, said, "Sorry, you won't be having that free drink."
Witnessing that the fight was over and Luo Yang was unharmed, An Yuying finally relaxed, her heart returning to her chest.
Clap, clap, clap...
Zhu Li and Chen Jie applauded sincerely.