Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

We followed closely all the way and finally arrived at a more upscale teahouse.

Yu Fengjiao entered a private room alone. Two bodyguards were standing at the door, so she couldn't get in at all.

Zhang Yaoyang had no intention of going in either.

I just thought that this is a public place and nothing would happen.

However, within two seconds of entering, he heard the sound of porcelain breaking and muffled groans coming from the room, all kinds of noisy sounds intertwined together.

Zhang Yaoyang could no longer sit still, he stood up instantly and walked towards the door.

The two bodyguards were oblivious to what was happening in the room. They were like two door gods, only focused on intercepting Zhang Yaoyang.

"Sir, there is someone inside. You have come to the wrong place."

Zhang Yaoyang was extremely anxious. He ignored the bodyguards' attempts to stop him and shouted with his eyes wide open: "Don't block my way! Something happened inside! I want to go in!"

The bodyguard of course refused and shouted at him.

"I'm sorry, that's the business between the Yu family and the young master of the Zhou family. You, as an outsider, have no right to interfere."

"If you don't want to die, get out now."

The two bodyguards pushed him fiercely.

Zhang Yaoyang dodged to the side and avoided the interception of the bodyguard on the left with his agility. Then he rushed to the right, bent his knees slightly, exerted force suddenly, and knocked the bodyguard on the right away with his shoulder.

The bodyguards were caught off guard by this sudden resistance. After staggering a few steps, they quickly came to their senses and pounced on Zhang Yaoyang again.

Zhang Yaoyang didn't have the energy to deal with them. While the bodyguards were still unable to stand firm, he kicked the door of the private room.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open and wood chips flew everywhere.

The private room was in a mess, with tables and chairs overturned on the floor and broken porcelain scattered everywhere.

Yu Fengjiao leaned against the wall, looking terrified, with messy hair and a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

The most important thing is that there was a big tear in her clothes, revealing her snow-white shoulders.

Zhang Yaoyang's pupils shrank and he felt his anger rising.

This bastard, how dare he do that?

Inside the room, a greasy-looking young man was waving a string of beads in his hand and staring at him viciously.

"Where did you come from? Get out of here!"

Zhang Yaoyang was furious when he saw this and shouted, "Get lost! Go to hell!"

The figure rushed forward like lightning.

He was going to kill this bastard.

Yu Fengjiao looked at Zhang Yaoyang, who was like a god descending from heaven, and tears began to flow down her face, which had been strong all along.

She was almost too ashamed to face him again.

God must have heard her cry for help, so he brought this man to her side.

The greasy man was not a coward. He turned to look at Zhang Yaoyang, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Mind your own business! Let's see who dies first."

After saying that, he pulled off a belt from around his waist.

It turned out to be a hidden whip.

With a "snap" movement, all the furniture in the room was blown away, causing wood chips to fly.

This person loves martial arts and has always had a martial arts master teaching him at home.

Normally he can beat ten people by himself, which is quite amazing.

At this time, he was arrogant and swung the whip at Zhang Yaoyang.

Who would have thought that Zhang Yaoyang was even more extraordinary.

The system restored 80% of his strength, making him so powerful that he could beat a person into a pulp with just one punch.

Under the other party's incredulous stare, Zhang Yaoyang dodged the attack by turning sideways, grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it hard. The man felt pain and the whip fell to the ground.

Zhang Yaoyang took advantage of the victory and kicked the man in the abdomen. The man groaned, took a few steps back, and knocked over the table behind him.

At this time, the two bodyguards outside the door also chased in, and the three of them formed a triangle and surrounded Zhang Yaoyang in the middle.

Zhang Yaoyang was not afraid at all. He looked at the three people with a determined look and secretly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

Yu Fengjiao took advantage of the chaos, picked up a piece of porcelain from the ground, and held it tightly in her hand, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

The situation suddenly became tense and made people feel suffocated.

Zhang Yaoyang took a deep breath, steadied his body, and his brain worked rapidly, observing the positions and movement habits of the three enemies.

The bodyguard on the left had flickering eyes and unsteady steps, and it was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy in the previous conflict, which was a breakthrough point.

Zhang Yaoyang suddenly shouted and pretended to rush towards the bodyguard on the right with all his strength. The bodyguard instinctively raised his arms to block and took a defensive posture.

At this moment, Zhang Yaoyang turned around abruptly, and rushed to the left bodyguard at an extremely fast speed. His right fist, with a whistling sound, hit the opponent's temple directly.

The bodyguard on the left was unable to dodge and was hit hard by the punch. He collapsed to the ground instantly and lost his ability to fight.

The remaining bodyguards and the greasy man were startled when they saw this. After looking at each other, they attacked Zhang Yaoyang at the same time.

The greasy man waved the whip in his hand, creating a lot of shadows, trying to block Zhang Yaoyang's route of movement; the bodyguard on the right took advantage of the situation and got close, punching Zhang Yaoyang's lower body.

Zhang Yaoyang was not in a hurry. He was agile and dodged left and right, cleverly avoiding the attack of the whip. At the same time, he kept raising his legs to kick the bodyguard's fists to reduce his opponent's strength.

While dodging, Zhang Yaoyang seized an opportunity, suddenly bent down, and squeezed through the gap in the whip shadow, coming in front of the greasy man.

The greasy man widened his eyes in horror and tried to step back, but Zhang Yaoyang grabbed him by the collar.

Zhang Yaoyang raised his fist and punched the greasy man in the face, leaving him with a bruised face and blood splattered.

Seeing this, the bodyguard on the right rushed over to rescue. Zhang Yaoyang kicked the greasy man towards the bodyguard, and the two collided and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yaoyang took the opportunity to step forward, stepped on the greasy man's chest, and said coldly to the bodyguard: "Don't move if you don't want to die!"

The bodyguard looked at Zhang Yaoyang's murderous eyes, felt a chill in his heart, and slowly put down his fist.

Seeing this, Yu Fengjiao slowly put down the porcelain piece in her hand, her eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

She staggered to Zhang Yaoyang and said softly, "Thank you, Yaoyang. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do."

Zhang Yaoyang gently patted Yu Fengjiao's shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay. I'm here, no one can hurt you."

At this moment, the manager of the teahouse rushed in with a group of employees. Seeing the chaotic scene in the private room, they were stunned.

Zhang Yaoyang looked at the manager and said coldly, "Call the police. There is someone here who intends to hurt people."

The manager nodded quickly and sent someone to call the police.

After a while, the police arrived at the scene and took the greasy man and the bodyguard away for investigation.

Zhang Yaoyang and Yu Fengjiao followed the police to the police station. After they finished recording their statements, it was already very late.

Zhang Yaoyang sent Yu Fengjiao back home. Looking at her tired face, his heart was filled with heartache.

He gently comforted her: "I'm sorry I was late and scared you."

"No...it's not your fault. It's all uncle's fault...he...wuwu..."