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Afternoon, Blue Ice Bar.

The heavy soundproof door blocked out all the sunlight and street noise.

The hall was dimly lit, with a few spotlights sweeping around haphazardly.

There were no customers on the dance floor, but the speakers were emitting a strong bass response, which made the glasses on the bar tremble slightly.

Two cleaning ladies were mopping the floor, while several waiters gathered at the bar to prepare for business.

One of the booths near the aisle was filled with smoke and was particularly noisy.

Five thugs with dyed mixed-color hair were playing cards together.

"K-K, a clean sweep! Pay up, pay up!"

A thug with tattoos on his arms smugly slammed his cards on the table, spread his arms, and gathered all the banknotes on the table in front of him.

"Brother Sanggou's luck is absolutely amazing today!"

A young man with an earring quickly offered him a cigarette, fawning over him with a smile:

"You're a big shot in our Viper Gang now, your career is booming, and your wealth is just as good. At this rate, we'll all be living the high life thanks to you!"

"Damn it, I earned this with every sword and spear!"

The thug leader, nicknamed "Lost Dog," took the cigarette, lit it, spat, and began to boast shamelessly:
“Just last week, those bastards on West Street dared to try and take our territory. I led the charge, and with one slash, that so-called Iron Fist Unrivaled ‘Over the Mountain Wind’ had to get more than a dozen stitches. Now, those bastards are scared out of their wits when they hear my name, Loser Dog.”

The thugs nearby immediately changed their tune and started cheering and flattering him.

"That's right, when Brother Sanggou brandishes that machete, who would dare get close!"

"What's so great about the mountain wind? It's just a caterpillar in front of our Brother Dog!"

Then, a blond-haired man stepped forward, his face full of obsequiousness, and said:

"Brother Sang Gou has done a great job this time. Boss Wei will definitely reward you handsomely. He might even promote you to a hall master."

"What the hell are you talking about, hall master!"

The scumbag chuckled, interrupting the blond-haired man:
"Boss Wei just snatched Old Li's girl from the south of the city yesterday. I heard she's really good in bed. The boss said that after he gets tired of her in a couple of days, he'll let us brothers have a taste. That's a real reward."

Upon hearing this, the thugs immediately began to whistle excitedly.

"Speaking of this..."

The blond-haired man moved closer, a lewd grin on his face:
"The virgin we just captured last night looks quite docile, but she has a very fierce temper and even dares to bite people."

The dog got a good hand, leaned back on the sofa, and comfortably shook his leg.
"Boss Wei likes this kind of contrast. Lock her up for a few days, starve her, then send a few brothers in to scare her. She'll be obedient."

"We'll let her work as a prostitute then. These pitiful schoolgirls are much more sought after than those escorts."

A burst of unrestrained laughter erupted from the booth.

All sorts of foul language mingled with the smell of smoke, fermenting in the dimly lit corner.

Just then, the bar's tightly closed glass doors were pushed open.

The copper bell hanging on the door frame emitted a clear, tinkling sound.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, we are not open for business yet."

A waiter who was wiping the bar said without looking up.

"I'm here to find someone."

A calm and steady voice pierced through the deep bass drumbeats and rang out in the empty hall.

The waiter looked up and asked:

"Who are you looking for?"

"Wang Yao".

The newcomer said in a deep voice.

The waiter was taken aback upon hearing this.

The laughter in the booth abruptly stopped.

The five thugs turned around in unison, their gazes passing through the dim light and landing on the front door.

The two people who entered had a strikingly different demeanor.

The young man walking in front was tall and handsome, with a blue canvas bag casually slung over his shoulder.

He looks like a college student who hasn't graduated yet.

Following behind him was a middle-aged man wearing a pair of broken gold-rimmed glasses.

The man clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands, his eyes darting around fearfully, his body visibly trembling.

The people who entered were Fang Cheng and Wang Li, who had driven all the way from the Jinshui Fish Market.

Guided by Wang Li, they finally found the bar hidden in a corner of the old town.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept around the entire hall.

Although it's currently closed, it doesn't prevent him from getting things done.

Seeing this, Sang Gou immediately pushed aside the playing cards on the table, stood up, and walked over in a nonchalant manner.

"Wang Yao?"

He looked Fang Cheng up and down, his gaze finally settling on Wang Li behind him:

"Oh, it's the parents bringing money."

He stroked his chin and gave Fang Cheng a flippant whistle.

"What, the old man is too scared to come alone, so he brought a pretty boy relative as a bodyguard?"

"Or are you that girl's boyfriend, trying to show your sincerity by playing the hero and rescuing her?"

Fang Cheng stood still, his expression calm, and said nothing.

Wang Li took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and took half a step forward.

"I brought the money... I brought the money."

His voice trembled, but he tried to remain calm:

“But I must see my daughter first. Only if she is safe and sound can I give you the money, otherwise…”

After saying that, he gritted his teeth and adopted a posture of unyielding defiance.

The thugs exchanged glances and burst into laughter again.

The scumbag stepped forward, pointed at Wang Li's nose, and cursed:
"Old dog, do you think you're buying vegetables at the market? You dare to negotiate with me? Hand over the money obediently, and your daughter will suffer less today. If you say another word, I'll strip her naked and throw her out on the street to solicit customers!"

"you……"

Humiliation and anger made Wang Li tremble all over, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the scoundrel in front of him.

Yet, fearing the other party's ferocity, they froze in place, at a loss for what to do.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the dog snorted smugly.

His gaze immediately shifted, fixing on the blue canvas bag on Fang Cheng's shoulder.

"The money is in here, right? Let me see if it's enough."

As he spoke, he reached out, grabbed the strap of the canvas bag, and pulled it forcefully into his arms.

The first attempt failed to budge it.

The young man stood rooted to the spot, his canvas bag still tucked under his arm, completely motionless.

Sang Gou paused for a moment, then his face darkened. He gripped the strap with both hands and pulled back with all his might.

Just then, a slender hand suddenly rose and grabbed the dog's wrist.

"Don't use too much force."

Fang Cheng looked at him, his tone still calm: "If you tear it, you can't afford to pay for it."

The dog, enraged, laughed and began to curse:
"Fuck your mother, you dare to tell me what to do..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Fang Cheng gripped the other person's wrist with his five fingers, then suddenly tightened his grip.

"Crack!"

The crisp, chilling sound of bones cracking drowned out the bar's bass.

The right wrist bone of the dog was in Fang Cheng's palm, like a fragile walnut being clamped by hydraulic clamps, instantly crushed and deformed.

The pale bone fragments pierced through the flesh, exposed to the air mixed with blood.

"what--"

A heart-wrenching scream escaped his lips.

The dog's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his twisted, tattered wrist and rolling around on the floor.

His face turned bright red, and his features twitched violently in extreme pain. Seeing this, Fang Cheng then raised his right foot and stepped directly on the dog's other hand.

With a muffled thud as his finger bone shattered, he coldly uttered three words:
"It's noisy."

The excruciating pain instantly pierced through the nervous system, the dog's eyes rolled back, and its screams abruptly stopped.

He collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, completely overwhelmed by the pain and passed out.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Amidst the thugs' astonished gazes, Fang Cheng turned and walked towards the door, slowly closing the bar's glass doors.

Then pull the U-lock out of the door frame and push the latch on.

With the click of the lock engaging, Fang Cheng turned his head again, coldly looking at the street scum in front of him.

At this moment, his entire demeanor changed drastically, as if his harmless facade had been completely torn away.

"Kill him!"

Huang Mao was stunned for a moment, then was the first to react. He grabbed an empty beer bottle from the table and charged over, roaring.

Seeing this, the remaining four thugs grabbed chairs and various weapons and rushed forward.

Fang Cheng stood still, facing the wine bottle that the blond-haired man smashed towards his face, without dodging or avoiding it.

But his right hand suddenly shot out, striking first and grabbing the blond-haired man's neck.

With Huang Mao looking on in terror, Fang Cheng swung his arm and slammed him onto the marble tabletop next to him like a broken sack.

"boom!"

The marble tabletop cracked instantly, and the blond-haired man's nasal bone and several front teeth shattered in an instant.

He didn't even utter a sound before blood splattered all over the ground, and he fainted on the spot.

Seeing this, a bald, burly man next to him raised a baseball bat and swung it at Fang Cheng's head.

Fang Cheng casually reached out with his left hand and grabbed the incoming stick with one hand.

The bald man tried to snatch it twice, but the baseball bat didn't budge.

Fang Cheng then kicked the bald man in the side of his knee.

With a sharp "crack," the bald man's lower leg twisted outwards in a bizarre way, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Immediately afterwards, a third thug slammed a chair down from the side.

Fang Cheng didn't even glance at it before throwing a straight punch.

The fist, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, pierced straight through the thick wooden chair back.

As wood chips flew, they struck the opponent's chest with undiminished force.

With a muffled thud as his sternum collapsed, the thug was thrown back four or five meters away as if hit by a truck, crashing into a load-bearing pillar. He vomited blood and fell completely still.

The last long-haired thug had only rushed halfway when he was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the machete in his hand froze in mid-air.

"You...you don't come any closer!"

Looking at the terrifying monster in front of him, which seemed to be wearing human skin, his legs went weak, and even the hand holding the knife trembled violently. He subconsciously stepped back.

Fang Cheng flashed forward, instantly closing in, grabbed his collar with one hand, lifted him off the ground, and then slammed him heavily against a nearby concrete pillar.

The long-haired thug hit the back of his head with a dull thud, then slid limply down the pillar, leaving a shocking bloodstain.

The commotion in the lobby quickly alerted the staff inside the bar.

Accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps, more than a dozen thugs wielding machetes and steel pipes rushed out of the back passage, cursing and shouting:

"Who the hell dares to cause trouble in Blue Ice!"

They stormed into the hall, but their expressions changed drastically when they saw their companions sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain, and the tables and chairs smashed to pieces.

Fang Cheng's cold gaze swept over the crowd.

According to Wang Li, this is the headquarters of the Viper Gang, and there are usually a large number of people stationed here.

It seems that as an accountant, he is indeed meticulous and did not make a mistake.

"Damn it, kill him!"

A burly man, seemingly the leader, roared and swung his machete down at Fang Cheng's head.

Fang Cheng did not retreat, but instead charged straight at the blade's light.

To the horror of Wang Li and those around him, he actually managed to grab the broad back of the knife with his bare hands.

Then his wrist suddenly twisted, making a sickening sound.

Upon closer inspection, the steel machete had been twisted into a pretzel shape by his bare hands.

The burly man was terrified, his previous arrogance vanished, and he immediately dropped his knife and tried to flee.

Before he could even take a step back, Fang Cheng had already grabbed his elbow and twisted it outwards.

"Crack—"

A crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound rang out, and the burly man's arm bent ninety degrees in the opposite direction.

Fang Cheng seized the opportunity to grab his collar and hurled the two-hundred-pound body like a cannonball.

The burly man knocked over three or four thugs who rushed up from behind, smashing through an entire row of high-end liquor cabinets.

Clang—

Glass shards mixed with various colored drinks, scattering everywhere.

The cleaning ladies and waiters screamed in terror and hid under the bar, trembling with fear.

The powerful electronic dance music continued to resonate in the bar's lobby.

Wang Li huddled in the corner by the door, his heart pounding wildly, utterly shocked.

He stared wide-eyed at Fang Cheng, who had just been so well-mannered and like a college student, but now looked like a tiger that had barged into a flock of sheep.

There are no fancy moves; every punch, grab, and smash is accompanied by devastating destructive power.

Those gangsters who usually bully others on the streets and are quick to attack people with knives are as fragile as paper toys in front of this young man.

With just one move, they would either die or be crippled, never to rise again.

This was a one-sided crushing defeat with a huge disparity in strength.

In less than two minutes, the only sounds in the hall, besides the roar of electronic dance music, were suppressed groans.

Dozens of bodies lay on the ground, writhing in agony.

Fang Cheng stopped what he was doing and casually flicked the few drops of blood off his hands.

He glanced around at the messy bar lobby and shook his head inwardly.

The power control was still not precise enough.

During the fight just now, it was just a casual strike, but it almost turned these people into mincemeat.

Making a scene in broad daylight, in front of a large audience, is generally not a good thing.

He snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Wang Li, who was still huddled by the door, dumbfounded.

"Let's go find someone."

The two simple words jolted Wang Li awake from his reverie.

"Oh...okay!"

He nodded hastily, swallowed hard, and quickly followed.

Fang Cheng walked to the middle of the wounded and bent down to grab a thug who was relatively lightly injured.

He clamped his fingers around the other man's right ear and dragged him off the ground as if he were lifting a sack.

"Take me to see your boss."

"Ouch—it hurts! Boss, spare me! Spare me!"

The intense pain contorted the thug's face, and he could only scream and beg for mercy while scrambling and crawling ahead to lead the way.

Deep in the corridor, thugs would occasionally rush out to stop them after hearing the commotion.

A burly man wielding an iron bar suddenly leaped out from behind the half-open door of the private room, attempting a sneak attack.

Fang Cheng didn't stop walking at all, and without even looking, he raised his leg and delivered a side kick, striking the opponent in the abdomen.

The man crashed through the room like a cannonball, embedding himself in the wreckage of wooden planks scattered on the floor, his fate unknown.

Fang Cheng, with one hand holding the guide's ear, led Wang Li and strolled leisurely through the corridor.

Any gang member who dared to approach was beaten so badly that their bones were broken and tendons were severed.

The remaining people, seeing this, were terrified and fled in all directions. (End of Chapter)