Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

"Alang, be careful!"

Mei Yanfang was frightened out of her wits. After loudly warning Lin Lang, she instinctively hid in the innermost corner of the private room, trembling and looking very scared.

"Everyone stop fighting!"

"Don't you just want an autograph and a photo? I'll just cooperate with you and take a photo together!"

Zhang Guorong's face also changed instantly, and he secretly groaned in his heart. He never expected that he would encounter such a violent incident caused by hooligans in Shanghai.

"Brother, don't be afraid, you and Miss Mei!"

Seeing that violence was unavoidable, Chu Tiannan immediately grabbed the bottle of red wine on the table and protected Zhang Guorong and Mei Yanfang.

A close combat, fist-to-flesh battle is about to break out.

Facing the dozen thugs who were besieging him, Lin Lang had no intention of retreating. His eyes were as cold as a knife. His body leaned forward slightly, his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his fists clenched, his muscles tensed, like a tiger ready to pounce.

Lin Lang flashed and rushed forward like a ghost, swinging his right fist and hitting a gangster hard in the face.

"Boom..."

Lin Lang's punch was extremely fast and powerful. The gangster had no time to react. He felt a black screen before his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.

The gangster who was knocked to the ground by Lin Lang's punch had a buzzing head. Because of the severe concussion, he instantly lost his fighting ability.

"Damn it!"

"Brothers, come on, beat up this pretty boy!"

A dozen tattooed biker gang thugs, waving their fists, viciously pounced on Lin Lang, who was outnumbered.

Facing a dozen aggressive thugs who were rushing towards him, Lin Lang was as steady as a pine tree and his eyes were as sharp as torches. He just sneered and did not move a step.

"You little Karamis, stop wasting my time and get on with it!"

Lin Lang's movements were as fast as lightning. He used a Thai boxing-assisted flying knee to hit a thug in the face. He only heard a scream from the other party, and then he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and his body fell heavily to the ground, bleeding from his nose and mouth, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Mei Yanfang and Zhang Guorong both widened their eyes, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. They never expected that Lin Lang, who looked like a pale-faced scholar, could actually fight ten people alone without showing any fear.

Then, Lin Lang dodged a thug's sneak attack and kicked him in the stomach. The thug groaned, fell to the ground, holding his stomach, and rolled over in pain.

“Ouch…it hurts so much!”

Hei San, who was standing at the door of the private room watching the fight, was very arrogant just now, but when he saw Lin Lang fighting ten people alone and not losing, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise on his face.

Lin Lang, a ruthless man of few words, did not give the opposing forces any chance to breathe.

Lin Lang was seen moving like the wind in the narrow private room, and every move was precise and ruthless. His punches and kicks fell on the thugs like raindrops, and every punch and kick was accompanied by a sharp scream.

"Brothers, don't be scared, just kill him!"

Lin Lang dodged the kick by leaning sideways and delivered a Judas elbow. With a "click" sound, the gangster whose nose was broken by Lin Lang's elbow fell to the ground screaming with blood gushing from his nose and mouth.

Lin Lang narrowly blocked the fierce attacks of several thugs, and suddenly used a sweeping kick, tripping the two thugs closest to him.

"From Male Gobi!"

"Brothers, beat them to death!"

Lin Lang raised his hand to block a red wine bottle that was swinging at him. Then he kicked the gangster who was swinging the red wine bottle hard, sending him flying into the wall of the private room. The gangster fell to the ground in pain, spitting blood from his mouth.

"If you don't believe it, just keep going. I'll let all of you, my fellow sufferers, form a group and go to the orthopedic department for hospitalization."

Lin Lang nimbly moved among the enemies, flexibly using various fighting techniques to make his opponents unable to defend themselves.

"Go to hell!"

A thug holding a dagger stabbed Lin Lang in the abdomen, but Lin Lang dodged to the side and avoided the sneak attack.

Then, Lin Lang used his grappling skills to break the wrist of the knife-wielding thug. After a scream, Lin Lang threw him over his shoulder and he fell to the ground.

"How dare you hurt my brother? F**k you!"

Lin Lang nimbly dodged a heavy punch and swung out a Vajra Arm at the same time, knocking the opponent back and causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

Lin Lang's fist was as fast as lightning, and every strike was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, making people feel endless power.

In the small space of the hotel's private room, Lin Lang's movements were not restricted at all. He bravely used various fighting techniques, such as hugging, shoulder throwing, back throwing, etc., and he had the advantage of being outnumbered.

Every time Lin Lang knocked down a member of the yellow-haired biker gang, there would be a dull thud, as if the whole room was shaking.

In the melee combat, Lin Lang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, his breathing was steady and powerful, as if he would never get tired, and he launched a fierce attack mercilessly.

At this moment, Lin Lang perfectly interpreted what it means that offense is the best defense.

In this fierce battle, Lin Lang demonstrated extraordinary fighting ability. His movements were as smooth and natural as flowing water, and every move and every style contained endless murderous intent.

Lin Lang, who possesses full-level mixed martial arts skills, is like a god of war, moving freely in the chaos of battle. Although he is outnumbered, Lin Lang always remains calm, constantly looking for his opponent's flaws and delivering a fatal blow.

Lin Lang sometimes punched, sometimes kicked, sometimes elbowed, and sometimes kneed. Each attack was steady, accurate and ruthless. He fought one against ten and left the thugs on the opposite side without any chance of fighting back.

In the end, after a fierce fight, more than a dozen thugs from the motorcycle gang were all beaten to a pulp by Lin Lang. They lay on the ground with painful expressions on their faces and wailing.

Some of the thugs curled up and rolled on the ground in pain.

Some of the thugs covered their broken arms and screamed in agony.

Some of the thugs had bruised faces and noses, several teeth were knocked out, and they were screaming in pain with blood gushing from their noses and mouths.

Even half of the thugs were knocked unconscious by the extremely ruthless Lin Lang.

Lin Lang's self-defense counterattack against a larger force was simply a feast of violent aesthetics. His every move was full of power and beauty, making people's blood boil.

Zhang Guorong and Mei Yanfang were both so shocked that their mouths could not close. They had never seen someone who was so good at fighting outside of the movie world. It refreshed their understanding of Lin Lang.

It is no exaggeration to say that the scene of Lin Lang fighting ten people at once is even more pleasing to the eye than a kung fu movie.

Mei Yanfang, in particular, had admiration in her eyes as she watched Lin Lang single-handedly wipe out a dozen thugs on the opposite side, and she was so shocked that her pupils were shaking.

Chu Tiannan was so shocked that his scalp went numb. He never expected that Lin Lang was such a good fighter. He chased and beat up more than a dozen thugs in a private room by himself and taught these yellow-haired biker gang a lesson in minutes.

"Fuck!"

Hei San obviously didn't expect to meet a tough guy like Lin Lang. He saw his men being knocked to the ground by Lin Lang in no time. It was a tragic scene.

The little gangster Huang Cuicui was so frightened that her face turned pale. She hid behind the boss Hei San and said weakly, "Third brother, we met a ruthless person today. Let's run away quickly?"

"Oh shit!"

"If I abandon my brothers and run away alone, how can I survive in the underworld in the future?"

Hei San, who was sweating profusely, felt extremely guilty, but he was waving a switchblade in his hand, as if he wanted to scare Lin Lang away.

Lin Lang took out a comb from his pocket and combed his hair in a pretentious manner. He looked at Hei San who was holding a knife and taunted him mercilessly: "Let's fight! I hate it most when others mess up my hair."

Hei San looked at Lin Lang in disbelief, and asked fearfully, "You, you, you... who the hell are you?"

"I'm someone you can't afford to offend!" Lin Lang walked towards Hei San step by step, with indifference in his eyes.

"You...don't come over here!" Heisan's voice trembled and he kept backing away with the knife.

"Third brother, I'm so scared! Third brother, you're on your own! I, I, I... I'll run away first!" Huang Cuicui, who was already frightened, ran away in a flash.

Hei San couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Fuck you, this woman has no moral integrity!"

Lin Lang raised his lips slightly, sneered and approached Hei San step by step, provocatively said: "Weren't you very awesome just now? Why are you so cowardly now?"

Hei San kept waving the switchblade in his hand, and threatened with a cold sweat, "Don't f*cking come over here. Believe it or not, I'll go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife to make you bleed!"

"Hehe~ You've been pretending to be so arrogant. If you have the guts, stab me with a knife!" Lin Lang's laughter was full of disdain and ridicule.

Anger arises from the heart, evil comes from the courage.

Hei San was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. His expression became ferocious and distorted. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he made up his mind, waved the knife in his hand, and stabbed Lin Lang, who was unarmed.

"go to hell!"

Lin Lang was not in a hurry. He dodged Hei San's fatal knife with a flash of his body. He taunted him mercilessly, "You little bastard, you are also imitating others to be the big brother and recruit younger brothers. I am really laughing!"

"Fuck it, your third uncle is going to kill you today!"

Hei San was so angry that he was fuming. He glared at Lin Lang with his fierce eyes, let out a low roar, and continued to swing his knife at him as if he was risking his life.

Lin Lang teased Hei San with his agile movements, constantly changing his posture and position, always keeping a certain distance from Hei San, and always able to dodge Hei San's knife just right at the critical moment.

Seeing this, Mei Yanfang couldn't help but worry for Lin Lang and reminded him loudly: "Alang, be careful!"

Lin Lang replied proudly: "He's just a little Karami, nothing to be afraid of!"

Hei San was almost pissed off after hearing this. He became increasingly anxious after failing to defeat Lin Lang with the knife for a long time. His movements gradually became disordered and he swung the knife at Lin Lang recklessly.

Lin Lang saw the right opportunity and suddenly dodged Hei San's slash by leaning sideways. He grabbed his arm and pulled and swung him hard, using an arm-locking and shoulder-overhead throw.

There was a dull thud, and Heisan was thrown heavily onto the dining table in the private room.

The originally sturdy dining table suddenly broke into pieces, with broken wood and tableware flying everywhere. Heisan fell to the ground where the table exploded, holding his stomach in agony. His face was distorted by the pain, and he let out painful screams.

However, this was not the end yet, Lin Lang kicked Heisan in the stomach again, sending him flying and crashing into the wall. He then slid to the ground, curled up into a ball, and trembled constantly. He was in so much pain that he was like a dog!