Volume 1, Chapter 35: Do Not Bully the Honest

Xie Feng started to stand up but caught a glimpse of the switchblade tucked into the lanky man's waistband, and his bravado instantly evaporated. He knew that no matter how arrogant he acted, it was only because his family had money. He was fundamentally different from these people who truly lived on the streets; if these men got angry, they would actually use their blades.

At this moment, his hooligan friends were terrified as well. Anyone hanging around this area had heard of "Brother Long." Even Big Bear had heard the name. Being a lackey of Brother Long was not something an ordinary person could afford to provoke. Furthermore, they were causing trouble at an establishment under Brother Long’s protection—there was no argument they could make to justify it.

Xie Feng suddenly cowered, saying, "Brother, have mercy. Come on, have a cigarette!" He forced a flattering smile and pulled a pack of high-end cigarettes from his pocket to offer the lanky man.

"Screw you!" The lanky man slapped the cigarettes out of his hand and barked, "Weren't you acting pretty arrogant just a moment ago?"

Xie Feng replied, "I was just hot-headed earlier. Brother, you tell me how much I need to pay for the damages, and I’ll pay it!"

"Who the hell is your brother?"

Seeing that Xie Feng had quieted down, the lanky man stopped being so aggressive and said, "You have to pay for everything you smashed at the current market price!"

"That’s no problem!" Xie Feng agreed.

The lanky man looked around the room, his eyes darting as he said, "You guys were making such a scene that it’s had a terrible impact on the club. It’s a loss to our reputation, and since I’m responsible for the security here, I’m going to get chewed out by Brother Long. Now, you tell me, what are you going to do about that?"

Xie Feng realized the man was trying to extort them. He wore a bitter expression and said, "Big Brother, if you ask me, I don't know what to do either. How about I treat you to a meal another day?"

"Do you think I'm lacking a meal?" the lanky man cursed. "Do I look like the kind of person who can't afford a meal?"

"No, no, Big Brother, then what do you suggest?" Xie Feng asked.

The lanky man glanced at the beautiful women nearby. His eyes swept over Bai Lu and then lingered on Zhao Ziying’s ample chest. "Leave these girls here tonight to reward my brothers for their trouble. You men can all leave!"

"What?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the girls were terrified.

"No problem!" Xie Feng said, giving Liu Yan a look. "Let’s leave first and let these brothers have their fun!" With that, he pulled Zhao Ziying along, and Liu Yan grabbed the innocent-looking girl in glasses. They all prepared to leave.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" the lanky man snapped. "The men leave, the women stay!"

Since the number of girls in the room happened to match the number of his men, he wanted to arrange one for each of his brothers. Besides, a mature woman like Zhao Ziying—with her firm figure, slim waist, and shapely legs—was incredibly tempting. And the girl in glasses had that "baby face, big breasts" look, appearing completely naive. These were the two types of women men who frequented the nightlife craved. There was no way he was letting them go.

"Big Brother, these two are my girlfriend and my friend's girlfriend!" Xie Feng pleaded. "Surely it’s fine if we take them with us, right?"

"Leave them and get lost!" the lanky man roared.

Xie Feng gritted his teeth and muttered, "That's going too far!"

*Slap!*

The lanky man gave Xie Feng a resounding blow to the face. His lackeys pulled out their weapons, as if they were ready to dismantle Xie Feng limb by limb if he said another word.

At this moment, Liu Yan was the first to panic, subconsciously releasing the girl in glasses. Xie Feng looked at Zhao Ziying, who cried out, "Brother Feng, I'm scared!"

"Don't be scared, big brother will take good care of you!" The lanky man reached out to pull Zhao Ziying toward him.

Xie Feng steeled himself. *Damn it, there are plenty of women, and it’s not worth making enemies with these street thugs.* Thinking this, he let go of Zhao Ziying’s hand.

"Brother Feng, what are you doing?" Zhao Ziying looked at him in disbelief. "Don’t leave me behind!"

Xie Feng gritted his teeth and turned his head away, refusing to look at her. Zhao Ziying panicked completely and pulled out her phone to call the police, but the lanky man snatched it away. He hung up the call and tapped the phone against her face. "Little lady, don’t think about playing games. Even if you call the police and get me locked up, once I get out, you’ll be in even worse trouble. Understand?"

This was the most terrifying thing about these thugs. They weren't afraid of the police station, and their methods were sinister and ruthless. Ordinary people couldn't afford to get tangled up with them.

The other lackeys laughed and began to grab at the girls. Three men rushed toward Bai Lu. At this moment, Xie Feng, Liu Yan, and Big Bear were all cowering, not daring to make a sound, ready to slink away.

Suddenly, Zhou Yang let out a thunderous shout: "In broad daylight, is there no law left? Take your hands off them! Whoever dares to touch these girls, I will break their hands!"

When a mild-mannered man is pushed too far, he becomes unrecognizable. Triggered by the series of events and fueled by righteous fury, Zhou Yang’s temperament turned wild and ferocious. He didn't care who they were; if they dared to touch the people he cared about, he would fight them to the death.

Seeing Bai Lu about to be molested, Zhou Yang exploded. He secretly pressed his right hand onto the "Hegu" acupuncture point on his left hand and squeezed hard.

"Agh!"

In an instant, Zhou Yang’s face flushed red as if his entire body were engorged with blood, and the arteries in his neck and arms began to bulge. This was an emergency technique from the *Golden Scales* manual—by stimulating specific pressure points, he could instantly boost his combat prowess. Facing seven or eight seasoned fighters, this was his only option.

Meanwhile, the men charged toward him. The first lackey rushed at him, his fist whistling past Zhou Yang’s nose, but before it could touch his collarbone, it froze. Zhou Yang had precisely driven his fingertips into the "Tianfu" point on the man’s upper arm and squeezed hard.

"Ah!" The man collapsed to the floor as if his bones had been removed.

Another lackey swung a steel pipe, but as Zhou Yang sidestepped, he grabbed the man’s wrist at the "Yangxi" point. With a slight twist, the pipe clattered to the ground, and the man’s hand went limp and useless.

Two more lackeys attacked simultaneously. Zhou Yang ducked to avoid a kick, slamming his right palm into the first man’s "Qihai" point, causing him to double over in agony. The other man pulled out his switchblade, but Zhou Yang caught his elbow at the "Quchi" point.

*Snap!*

A faint sound of bone cracking echoed as the switchblade fell, the blade embedding itself into the wooden floor. The man screamed, drenched in cold sweat. Zhou Yang stared at his face, twisted in pain, and said coldly, "Don't move, or the fracture will get worse." With a push, he sent the man stumbling to the floor.

Zhou Yang stood there, radiating an invincible aura, like a killer emerged from a mountain of corpses. His gaze was scorching and sharp as he looked at the lanky man. "Do you still want to fight? I’ll see this through to the end!"