Through the glass window of the cafe, I saw a group of tall men walking to the hotel entrance with their heads held high. They carried baseball bats as thick as their arms on their shoulders and confronted the security guards.
The tall man who was leading the group, with a fierce look on his face, was Zhao Dongqiang.
The security guards all looked nervous, except Huang Laoliu, who looked relaxed, but his eyes seemed particularly vicious.
Ye Feng drank his coffee while looking outside. It seemed that the two sides were really quarreling. Although he hated Zhao Dongqiang, he didn't want to see him have his legs crippled by the ancient warrior.
Lu Qingqing also covered her mouth in surprise and said, "Brother Ye, they are going to fight again."
"Don't worry, they can't fight with me here."
The waitress in the coffee shop was a person who loved to watch the fun. She whispered to her companion, "There's going to be a fight. Let's go and watch."
"You didn't see Lao Chen's head being broken yesterday, did you? It really made me laugh to death."
"Today, both sides came prepared, and the incident became even more serious."
Zhao Dongqiang swung the baseball bat in his hand and glanced at Manager Chen: "Manager Chen, you have learned your lesson today and found such a helper. Our coach Wang said that this hotel belongs to our basketball team and is not your responsibility. You'd better leave with your security guards."
Manager Chen was so angry that his forehead turned red: "Bah, Zhao Dongqiang, you punched me yesterday, and I haven't settled the score with you yet. You dare to come here again today? Today, I will make sure you don't get back what you have."
"Brothers, if someone dares to challenge us, we have to let them know that we are not only good at playing basketball, but also good at beating people."
The basketball players raised their baseball bats and shouted in unison, scaring the security guards into trembling with fear and looking nervous.
The security guards were recruited from many other security companies. They mainly scare people but are not good at fighting.
But the basketball players are different. They are young, with excess hormones, and are good at both playing basketball and fighting.
Although there are more security guards, they are much smaller than these basketball players. The basketball players are tall and have long arms. If they swing sticks, the security guards will definitely suffer.
Huang Liu did not take the baton, but walked out of the security team slowly: "Boy, what are you shouting about? Do you think you can fight well? Come on, let's fight one-on-one and see who can fight better."
Huang Liu looked pale and skinny, yet he actually challenged Zhao Dongqiang, who was a head taller than him and as strong as a bear. All the basketball players laughed at him.
Except for the thin security guard and Manager Chen, other security guards also felt that this thin brother was too arrogant and looked at Huang Liu with sympathy.
Brother, we are just here to make up the numbers. We all have elderly parents and young children to take care of, so don't take it too seriously.
Seeing that someone was challenging him, and that person was a skinny guy, Zhao Dongqiang became more confident. He threw the baseball bat in his hand to his companion and walked up to Huang Liu with his huge fist.
Zhao Dongqiang clenched his fists, and his joints made a crackling sound, like a war drum beating on people's hearts. The security guards' faces changed when they heard it, and Manager Chen subconsciously took a step back.
Anyone who gets hit by such a big fist would be really hurt. Manager Chen experienced it himself yesterday. But Zhao Dongqiang intentionally showed mercy and only gave him a warning by punching him on the bald head.
At that time, Manager Chen felt a buzzing in his head and his vision went dark. If someone hadn't supported him, he would have almost fainted on the ground.
Zhao Dongqiang glanced at Manager Chen with a provocative sneer, "Boy, do you want another punch?"
Huang Liu did not flinch at all. He looked at Zhao Dongqiang with a sneer, his internal energy surging secretly.
Zhao Dongqiang's punch was like a fierce locomotive coming towards him, hitting Huang Liu's chest hard. A punch to the chest was the move Zhao Dongqiang was best at.
Huang Liu dodged Zhao Dongqiang's fist with a slight sway of his body and stretched out his finger.
His fingers were as thin as skull bones, and his nails gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Huang Liu's finger reached out to grab Zhao Dongqiang's wrist. Ever since Zhao Dongqiang was taught a lesson by Ye Feng in Yudu last time, his arrogant mentality had been restrained a lot.
When he saw Huang Liu's fingers grabbing at him, he instinctively dodged, and Huang Liu's fingers lightly brushed across Zhao Dongqiang's arm.
To others, it seemed like a light scratch, but Zhao Dongqiang felt as if a sharp blade had cut across his arm. There was actually a bloody mark on his thick arm, and blood was oozing out.
Fortunately, Zhao Dongqiang saw the opportunity early and dodged quickly, so he was not caught by the skinny fingers. Otherwise, the mark on his arm would be more than just a bloodstain.
He quickly wrapped the wound with a towel, and a surge of anger rose in his heart. This kid's fingers were as sharp as knives, and he had already known how to use a baseball bat.
He swung his fist with great force, throwing several punches in a row, as fast as lightning, but Huang Liu dodged them easily.
But Huang Liuzhi's fingers were faster than a phantom. He casually stretched out his hands, and several bloodstains appeared on Zhao Dongqiang's chest, waist, and arms, with blood oozing out faintly.
Although Zhao Dongqiang had thick skin and flesh and didn't care about the superficial injuries, the few bloody wounds that were oozing blood were so painful that he could not bear it.
His companions noticed the pain on Zhao Dongqiang's face and quickly shouted, "That kid's fingernails are as sharp as knives. Big guy, be careful. Hold the bat, don't get hurt."
"Hit him with a stick, his nails are weapons."
Lu Qingqing, who was watching the fight, seemed to be most afraid of seeing blood. She snuggled in Ye Feng's arms and said, "Brother Ye, they are fighting. Didn't you say you wouldn't let them fight?"
Ye Feng smiled and said, "This isn't called a fight. It's just a superficial wound. That big guy is too arrogant. Let him suffer a little. There will be more intense things to come. That's what a fight is."
Before Ye Feng finished speaking, Zhao Dongqiang swung up the baseball bat and hit Huang Liu's arm fiercely, angrily saying: "Boy, you are so shameless to let me hurt you with your nails, just like a woman."
Huang Liu sneered: "I'm not using my fingernails, I'm using mantis claws. I'm using mantis claws on your fists, and I'm also using mantis claws on your baseball bat."
With a loud bang, everyone was stunned. Huang Liu's skinny fingers actually clamped Zhao Dongqiang's baseball bat. Although Zhao Dongqiang was extremely strong and wanted to take the baseball bat back, he tried several times and felt that the baseball bat seemed to be welded and could not be pulled out at all.
A sharp light flashed in Huang Liu's eyes, and he was about to use his killer move, the Mantis Claw.
Zhao Dongqiang didn't realize that he was in danger. He was still pulling out the baseball bat with a red face, but he saw a man walking towards him.
"Hey big guy, you want to bully me again."
Ye Feng took out a cigar from his pocket. It was a Cuban cigar given by Prince Harris when he left. It had a strong and spicy taste. When he took a puff, the smoke that came out was as thick as fire.
(End of this chapter)