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Xin Yi, feeling extremely embarrassed, threw down the waitress who was sincerely trying to sell him Viagra and rushed upstairs. That waitress was quite something, claiming, "I can tell who needs it just by looking at their face." Did my expression really suggest that I needed such a thing? Xin Yi felt a flush of shame; wasn't it just that he was a bit fair-skinned, had delicate features, and looked handsome? How did that get linked to impotence?
But how could he be blamed for being born this way? It seemed he would have to spend more time in the sun to darken his skin and avoid being dragged into such sales pitches in the future.
As he reached the corner of the stairs, he spotted Lu Hanmeng laughing uncontrollably. Xin Yi's face turned red as he angrily said, "What are you laughing at? What do kids know?! Stop laughing!"
Lu Hanmeng turned to examine Xin Yi's face closely. After a moment, he nodded seriously and said, "Yeah, it really does look like it!" Then he burst into laughter and quickly ran upstairs.
What a tragedy! This was definitely a tragedy! Xin Yi sighed dramatically towards the sky: Why did I have to be so handsome?
Xin Yi's prediction was correct; the Black Dragon Society would not allow anyone to provoke them on their turf. As an Altar Master under the Black Dragon Society's Kanglong Hall, Guan Yong would certainly have someone come after him for what happened after Xin Yi took him down. That was also Xin Yi's intention; he wanted to intervene in the Black Dragon Society from a higher starting point to shorten his plans.
Ma Huateng was also a tragic figure. Following Xin Yi's instructions to stay home, he turned on his phone and waited for someone looking for Xin Yi to come find him. The situation developed as expected; early the next morning, a group of Black Dragon Society members burst into his home and dragged the still-sleeping Ma Huateng out of bed for a beating, demanding to know the whereabouts of two people from yesterday. Ma Huateng was at a loss; he had stayed home waiting for them to ask him! Why did they have to do this? Even if they didn't beat him, he would have told them everything! But he didn't even get a chance to speak before being beaten into a state resembling a national treasure—what an injustice!
When Ma Huateng brought those Black Dragon Society members to Sunshine Inn, Xin Yi and Lu Hanmeng were sitting in the lobby waiting. Upon seeing Xin Yi, Ma Huateng burst into tears. "Li Ge, you told me to wait for them at home, but when they came in, they didn't ask anything before beating me up like this! You knew they would come looking for me; how could you not foresee they would beat me?"
Xin Yi expressed deep sympathy for Ma Huateng's plight. These guys were simply too ruthless; wasn't Ma Huateng one of their own? How could they beat him up without asking any questions? Even if they had to hit him, couldn't they do it with some skill? He looked like he'd been beaten into a national treasure but showed no internal injuries—this beating lacked any finesse.
Xin Yi slowly stood up and said with great sorrow to Ma Huateng, "Ah Teng, didn't I tell you not to hide anything from them? You could have just told them where I live! Look at what you've gone through for me; it makes me very sad! Just tell me who did this, and I will definitely help you take revenge. I'll make sure that person ends up just like you—how does that sound?"
Wow, wasn't this clearly ignoring the dozens of Black Dragon Society members present? As soon as Xin Yi said this, someone immediately objected. A middle-aged man in a red Tang suit spoke up: "This brother is quite arrogant. Is this our Black Dragon Society's internal matter something you want to meddle in? And even if you wanted to interfere, do you really think you have the ability to do so?"
"I certainly don't want to meddle in your affairs," Xin Yi replied. "But if I don't get involved in this matter, will you let me go?"
"I'm sorry, but we came here today to find you. You hurt my brother from the Black Dragon Society, and the Black Dragon Society will not let you go. No one who dares to cause trouble on our turf has ever ended well," said the middle-aged man.
"Exactly. Since we're already enemies, it's better to have one more thing to deal with than one less, don't you think? For example, I took care of that ugly freak yesterday and have already made an enemy of the Black Dragon Society, so I plan to take care of you today as well. The outcome will be the same, right?" Xin Yi replied.
"Hahaha... you really are quite arrogant!" The middle-aged man laughed in anger. "But I wonder if you have the capital to be so arrogant! In Yongzhou, no one has ever escaped from the Black Dragon Society once they set their sights on them! So tell me, how do you plan to die?"
"Life is so beautiful, and the world is so charming; how could I bear to die? If death is truly my only option, then I choose for you to die instead. What do you think?" Xin Yi answered seriously.
"I..." The middle-aged man was infuriated by Xin Yi's nonsensical way of speaking. As an Incense Master within the Black Dragon Society, he held a certain status and was usually treated with respect by the local thugs. When had he ever been teased like this by an outsider? Losing his temper, he decided not to engage in verbal sparring with Xin Yi anymore; after all, he couldn't win that way. He waved his hand and ordered the Red T-Shirts behind him, "Attack! Hit them hard! Beat them to death!"
In theory, causing trouble in a public place like a hotel with so many people was quite brazen. In other places, even local gangs would exercise some caution and wouldn't act so openly. But in Yongzhou, it was different. Here, anyone wearing clothing with the Black Dragon emblem had to be avoided at all costs—even the police representing justice would steer clear. So when the Black Dragon Society wanted to eliminate someone, it was as easy as pie; they could do it right in the street without fear of witnesses or intervention, demonstrating their power. At this moment, the staff of Sunshine Inn had long since hidden away, including the waitress who had tried to sell Viagra to Xin Yi yesterday; she had already slipped out through the back door.
Since they were going to fight, that made things easier for Xin Yi; this was exactly what he had been waiting for. How could problems be solved without fighting? The primary method for gangsters to resolve issues was through violence—whoever had the stronger fist called the shots. This model worked well; it was like nature—survival of the fittest—simple and direct: if someone annoyed you, just beat them up! If you took down the boss, you became the boss, and then waited for someone else who wanted your position to try and take you down. This cycle meant gangsters were always fighting and never able to hold onto power for long—a brutal elimination process but also a great opportunity; such was life in the underworld.
These people clearly had never witnessed Xin Yi's prowess before. So when the middle-aged man called for an attack, everyone charged forward without hesitation—barehanded. To them, this man and woman were not worth using weapons against; they believed they could easily beat them to death with their fists.
However, their expectations were vastly different from reality. The first few Red T-Shirts charging ahead didn't even understand what was happening before they felt a sudden force hit them in various parts of their bodies and then—wait, why am I flying?
Of course, they were flying—Xin Yi and Lu Hanmeng had kicked them away. The ones at the front were sent crashing into those behind them due to the immense force, knocking several more down in an instant. Soon there were seven or eight Red T-Shirts lying on the ground; although none were seriously injured, this scene startled the middle-aged man. Wow, it turns out they really are quite formidable—I wondered why they were so arrogant; it seems they're trained fighters.
However, he still didn't believe that these two could withstand an onslaught from dozens of his men. So he shouted loudly, "Everyone attack together! Beat them with wild punches! Kick them with wild legs!"
What does "attack together" even mean? It's not a big deal! The lobby of the hotel has limited space; even standing there takes up room for dozens of people—what good does having more people do? Most couldn't even find space to throw a punch! And even if they could all attack at once, there wouldn't be enough room for everyone to swing wildly at once! Therefore, this command from the middle-aged man was quite foolish.
In general, gangsters tend to prefer group fights. A group fight refers to a situation where one side has a large number of people while the opposing side has only a few. When a group rushes in to fight against a small number of individuals, that is called a group fight. At this moment, it clearly fits this definition, and the leader has called for everyone to join in, so everyone naturally wants to show off a bit. Moreover, this is the safest mode of fighting, so dozens of Red T-Shirts swarmed towards Xin Yi and Lu Hanmeng like maggots in a cesspool.
However, due to the sheer number of people and the limited space, they were unable to spread out and instead ended up jostling against each other in chaos. As someone skilled at seizing offensive opportunities, how could Xin Yi let such a chance slip by? He leaped into the crowd, using both hands and feet to strike out. The sound of bodies being hit echoed with “bang bang bang,” and the Red T-Shirts were in trouble. Not only was Xin Yi darting around and attacking them, but they were also continuously injuring their own members through collisions, trampling, and pushing, causing various degrees of harm.
This time, Xin Yi specifically targeted vital areas. Naturally, his primary targets were the eyes and nose, while the lower body was aimed at the groin. A punch aimed at the eyes would leave someone seeing stars and unable to fight back; another punch breaking the nasal bone would cause blood to gush out like a flowing stream—how could one not stop the bleeding? This too would result in losing combat effectiveness. A kick to the groin would lead to immediate swelling and pain so intense that one would wish to remove that part entirely, leaving them rolling on the ground while clutching their pants—definitely losing any fighting capability.
Seeing that nearly half of the dozens he had brought were injured by Xin Yi's relentless attacks, the middle-aged man turned green with anger and shouted, “Brothers! Get your weapons!”
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