Chapter 7 (1/2)
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
“Bro Chen, rest assured. I know my limits.”
“Boss Hao, Boss Chen, not good!”
At this time, the underling that Jiang Hao sent out to rush the owner came back in a hurry, looking extremely flustered. “Zhao Zhengxiong is here! He brought quite a few of his men and is eating at the lobby below us!”
Jiang Hao furrowed his brows. “This Zhao Zhengxiong sure has balls of steel, actually daring to come to my territory. Bro Chen, just relax here, I’ll take a few men to check out the situation.”
“Alright, be careful. If he really just came here to have a meal, there’s no need to cause a huge ruckus.”
“Understood. Brothers, follow me.”
Peng!
Kwang!
Not even a few minutes later, a loud commotion started outside of the private room. It sounded as though something was being smashed on to the ground.
The frown lines on Ling Chen’s forehead deepened and he placed the teacup in his hand down onto the table. He shot a look at Nanrong Hao, who was sitting beside him and grinned. “Young Master Nanrong, do you care to check out the situation outside with me?”
“Alright.” Nanrong Hao meekly replied, nodding his head frantically.
Leaving the private room, Ling Chen hurried to the lobby, with Nanrong Hao following close behind. The instant he entered, he was greeted by the sight of a few bodies writhing on the pristine lobby floor. They were all Jiang Hao’s underlings, and none of them was spared from injury, currently moaning pitifully in pain.
At the side, Jiang Hao was kneeling on one knee, with his left hand tightly clutching onto a beer bottle. His right wrist seemed to be dislocated and was powerlessly hanging at his side. Sweat matted his forehead, and he could not hide the pained expression on his face.
Seeing the dire situation, Ling Chen hurriedly hoisted Jiang Hao upright and directly twisted his right wrist back into its original position. ‘KAH!’ A loud snapping sound rang out and Jiang Hao grimaced, his mouth contorting into a wordless scream, almost fainting from the pain.
“Bro Chen…”
“Go find somewhere to rest. Leave this to me.” With that, Ling Chen turned his gaze towards the round table in the middle of the lobby.
Around eight people were sitting around the table, and the one sitting at the head was Zhao Zhengxiong. There was a crutch by his side, a telling sign that he had not fully recovered from his leg injury. What attracted Ling Chen’s attention more was the two other individuals sitting at the table. One of them was tall and slender. He had a hawkish mouth and resembled an ape with white, thin hands. The other had a more ordinary figure, looking to be about thirty years in age with slanted temples, and he was wearing a tangzhuang jacket.
“Slightly interesting.”
Ling Chen dexterously swiped a toothpick from the table and placed it in his mouth. Zhao Zhengxiong had found two skilled martial arts practitioners as helpers. No wonder he had the gall to bring his underlings to find trouble on Five Mile Street.
“Esteemed masters, this is the punk.”
Zhao Zhengxiong coldly glared at Ling Chen, resentment rushing through his veins. Last time, back at the abandoned garage, he developed an extremely painful and clear understanding as to how formidable Ling Chen was. He thus expressly splurged a vast sum of money to invite two experts to teach Ling Chen a lesson and restore his dignity.
The ape-looking man casually looked over Ling Chen and drawled, “Boss Zhao, do you want us to cripple the punk’s legs or both his hands?”
Zhao Zhengxiong seemed like he dawned upon an ingenious idea at that moment. His eyes filled with gloom, he cackled evilly, “I think both his legs are too small a price. I want you to cripple his third leg.”
The ape-looking man froze, before revealing an understanding smile and he laughed sinisterly. “Roger that.”
Hearing them have a conversation amongst themselves as though he didn’t exist, Ling Chen shrugged, feeling very helpless. He wanted to be civilized but clearly, these guys wouldn’t give him a chance to do so.
At this moment, the ape-looking man got up and approached Ling Chen.
His forehead raised, he looked down on Ling Chen imperiously, as though staring at a puny bug and proudly proclaimed, “Brat, my name is Galway. Carve my name into your heart, so that you know who you’re losing to.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, he lifted both hands suddenly, mimicking two poisonous snakes, and swiftly attacked, without giving Ling Chen any chance to reply.
As two strong gusts of wind came barrelling towards him, Ling Chen’s body suddenly leaned back slightly, his right hand shooting out in an attempt to block his opponent’s hands. But the opponent’s reaction was equally swift, and he broke through Ling Chen’s defence with a slight flick of his wrists. In a flash, his body was right in front of Ling Chen, and his deadly hands aimed straight for Ling Chen’s eyes.
Ling Chen’s heart sank, and a gleam of cold light flashed in his pupils.
How vicious, he’s aiming to maim! Originally, Ling Chen merely wanted to fend off these two experts casually, but the despicable actions of the other party made him boil with anger.