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I followed Jiang Qiuying's gaze towards the sound and saw four or five people enter, dressed fashionably but exuding an air of arrogance and defiance. The leader had a long face, thick eyebrows, well-defined facial features, dimples, and fair skin. However, his eyes lacked the youthful brightness one would expect at his age; instead, they were sharp and sinister, distorting his otherwise handsome features. The quality and details of his Prada outfit clashed with his demeanor.
Upon recognizing the newcomers, Jiang Qiuying appeared flustered and whispered to me, "Let's go!"
"Go? Where to? You and Brother Zhang are already engaged, yet you're flirting with other men. Isn't that treating Brother Zhang like a fool?" A hefty man, adorned with a thick gold chain around his neck, blocked our path alongside a bucktoothed companion. The others surrounded us with menacing expressions.
Judging by their ages, these individuals seemed to be two or three years older than Jiang Qiuying and me.
The leader, Brother Zhang, kicked the speaking fat man and growled, "You’re the fool here!" He then turned to me. "Kid, dare to steal my woman? You should ask around about who I am—Zhang Lingyun!"
Jiang Qiuying stepped in front of me, her face flushed. "We have no relationship; we were just having a meal together. Let him go; if there's something to discuss, talk to me!"
"Talk? He Wei there to talk about? This isn’t something that can be resolved with words!" Brother Zhang's eyebrows shot up as he gestured to the others. "Get her in my car and beat this kid into a pulp!"
Before he could finish his sentence, the fat man's fist came crashing down towards my head.
"Don't!" Jiang Qiuying screamed but was quickly pulled aside by another tall, lanky man resembling a stilt.
As a fight seemed imminent, the patrons in the restaurant began to scatter in panic. The bartender tried to intervene. "Hey! You haven't settled your bill yet!"
The crowd responded in chaos, "We haven't even finished our meal; why settle the bill now?" The restaurant owner and his wife emerged from the kitchen, hands on their hips, repeatedly muttering, "What are we going to do? What are we going to do?"
A waiter suggested urgently, "Boss, call the police! It might get worse!"
Just as the owner reached for his phone, another skinny man who was with Brother Zhang dashed forward and slapped the phone out of his hand before stomping on it viciously. "Damn it! Are you tired of living?"
The restaurant owner's wife turned pale with fear and clung tightly to her husband's arm.
As I saw a fist coming towards me, I suddenly sprang into action. I ducked under the punch that whistled through the air and spun around swiftly to find myself behind the fat man. With my middle finger and index finger pressed lightly between his seventh cervical vertebra and first thoracic vertebra, I applied just enough pressure for him to collapse like a sack of potatoes onto the floor.
The others were still trying to comprehend what had happened as I maneuvered between tables and benches, taking down Brother Zhang and all his companions one by one.
I rushed outside and spotted a line of luxury convertibles parked out front. Jiang Qiuying was struggling and crying out from inside a Polkades Kepler. "Let go of me! Let go of me!"
In a fit of rage, the lanky man slapped her across her fair cheek. "You shameless girl! Brother Zhang indulges you; I don't have that kind of patience!"
Before he could finish speaking, I leaped forward and delivered a kick between his neck and shoulders. With a heavy impact, he slumped back against the car seat, wide-eyed in terror as he looked at me standing beside him in confusion: Why can't I move? Where are Brother Zhang, the fat man, the skinny monkey?
I dragged Stilt back into the restaurant and piled him together with the fat man and skinny monkey near Brother Zhang. In their horrified and incredulous gazes, I grabbed a ceramic ashtray from behind the bar and smashed it into small pieces as if tearing apart beef jerky. The fragments fell to the ground where I crushed them further underfoot...
Jiang Qiuying cautiously entered but did not witness this scene; she only saw Brother Zhang's group sprawled on the floor—some lying down while others were bent over—silent and motionless as they stared at me in disbelief.
I approached Brother Zhang and poked him in a spot with my finger. He flailed like a fish dragged onto the shore, gasping for mercy. "Little brother, spare me! I have money, a watch, a phone... I'll give you everything!"
I pointed at Jiang Qiuying beside me and sternly asked, "Why are you treating her like this?"
Brother Zhang wore a mournful expression, as if he had lost everything. "If you really like her, I'll let her go... just stop bothering her!"
With a sharp slap, Jiang Qiuying rushed over and struck Brother Zhang across his handsome face. "Do we have any relationship? Who do you think you are to say you can give me away?"
Brother Zhang covered his face and dared not speak further.
In front of everyone, I grabbed an enamel soup spoon from the dining table, pinching it between my thumb and index finger until it crumbled into powder. "I don't care what your relationship with Qiuying is. If you bother her again, I'll crush your ten fingers just like this spoon!"
At that moment, the wailing sound of police sirens pierced the air. I had no idea who called the police, but two patrol cars sped up and came to a screeching halt in front of the restaurant.
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