Chapter 7 (2/2)

There were unwritten rules, even when fighting. And the ape-looking man had broken those rules.

Seeing Galway’s fingertips rapidly approaching, Ling Chen lightly twisted his foot and nimbly contorted his body to avoid the attack. Following that, he immediately stretched out his hands, entangling Galway’s hands, and pushed forward, forcing Galway back by a few steps.

“Hmm?”

Galway was surprised for a moment, which then swiftly turned into horror.

He found that his hands seemed to be trapped by Ling Chen, and he could not escape from his grip no matter what he tried.

As he froze in shock, a sharp pain suddenly forced him to come to his senses. He felt as though all his fingers broke, and his legs turned into jelly. He could not muster the strength even to stand.

“You… you broke my fingers!” Galway looked incredibly pale. His hands formed the basis of his martial arts. With all his fingers broken, this also meant that all his kung fu training had been wasted.

Ling Chen nonchalantly said, “There’s no point in you retaining your martial arts, lest you harm others or yourself.”

“This friend is truly skilled.”

At this moment, the man wearing tangzhuang, who had been observing the entire scene play out while seated, suddenly stood up and gloomily looked at Ling Chen.

“Who is your master? Did he not teach you that wasting the martial arts of someone else is a huge taboo?”

Ling Chen chewed on the toothpick in his mouth and sneered, “Before learning martial arts, one must first learn principles. Attacking to maim is also a huge taboo, didn’t your master teach you that?”

“You sure know how to run your mouth. I would like to see whether your skills are up to par with that mouth of yours!”

Watching the man wearing tangzhuang nearing him, Ling Chen spat out the toothpick in his mouth, which flew towards the tangzhuang-wearing man’s face at a blistering fast speed.

The man did not say anything but merely swatted at the air, fully intending to deflect the toothpick. However, at the same time, Ling Chen exerted strength in his legs and powerfully kicked the ground, launching himself towards the other party. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance between them.

In the face of Ling Chen’s sudden attack, the tangzhuang-wearing man was full of indignation and shock. “You!”

“Your mother, you! Scram!”

Ling Chen cut off the complaint of the other party and his fist barrelled towards the man’s abdomen, his strike vicious and incredibly swift.

The man who had no time to react to the combination of attacks felt a rush of pain and rapidly retreated. He felt his internal organs being shaken up by Ling Chen’s attack and incomparable suffering suffocated him.

“You… you dirty bastard!” The tangzhuang-wearing man endured the piercing pain and spat out a curse while gritting his teeth.

However, Ling Chen merely curled his lips at the man’s resentment.

There were indeed rules when fighting, but that depended on who the opponent was. When dealing with the likes of these scum, Ling Chen would not bother playing by the rules.

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t fuck off from my sight by then, then you can forget about leaving, I’ll make sure to give you a proper welcome.”

The tangzhuang-wearing man was flushed purple with anger, and he spat out angrily, “Great! This debt, I, Song Yi will remember it well. I’ll make sure to return the favour a hundredfold next time! Junior Brother, let’s go!”

“No… Master Song, Master Gao, what’s going to happen to me if both of you leave?” Zhao Zhengxiong’s face was ghastly pale, and he pleaded with them desperately. If it were not for the fact that his injury still hampered him, he would have long chased after them.

Song Yi did not even bother turning his head, coldly answering, “This matter is beyond my abilities. I’m afraid that you’ll need to find someone else.”

Zhao Zhengxiong went even paler, and he indignantly retorted, “But you already accepted my money…”

His plea fell upon deaf ears as Song Yi ignored him and resolutely walked out of the hotel.

“Bro Xiong.”

After Song Yi and Galway left, Ling Chen strolled to the seat beside Zhao Zhengxiong and sweetly called out his name, with a face full of smiles. He then casually rested his hand on Zhao Zhengxiong’s shoulder.

“Do you still remember what I said to you last time?”

“I…” Zhao Zhengxiong wanted to say something, but it seemed to be caught in his throat. Perspiration trickled down his forehead uncontrollably and he stammered, “Ling… no, Boss Chen! You’re a generous and noble person, someone of great abilities! Please give this lowly one another chance! I promise that I will never overstep my boundaries again!”