Chapter 44

Chapter 45: The Battle Begins

Qiao Yuncai, however, remained calm, pulling Song Qingguan and saying, "Qingguan, let's go! We must leave!"

Today's incident was closely related to the fat Qiao. If he hadn't been caught while playing chess, Zhao Heng wouldn't have come to rescue him, and they wouldn't have been cornered by the Qing Gang. But he knew staying would only be a burden. Leaving here would be helping Zhao Heng.

"Alright!"

The black-clad woman was also very straightforward, nodding to Zhao Heng, "I'll take them away!" Then she looked fiercely at Feihu and Duyan Biao, "First Floor won't interfere with your business tonight, but these two must leave with us. If you want to kill them, you'll have to kill us too."

Feihu's lips twitched uncontrollably. Although he was unwilling to let anyone go, especially Qiao Yuncai and Song Qingguan, the black-clad woman's stance made him reconsider. It wouldn't be wise to break ties with the First Floor now, especially since Ye Shishi was a notorious beauty in Huahai.

Provoking Ye Shishi would likely result in Zhang Ye sacrificing himself.

Moreover, the issue of the Song family's assets was involved, so Song Qingguan couldn't die yet. Thus, he brandished his long saber and shouted, "Alright, I'll give Face Sister Yan and Sister Ye some face tonight. I'll let them go for now. Sister Yan, please leave the bar quickly and don't interfere with our business, or the blades will show no mercy."

The black-clad woman gave him a cold glance, then waved for Qiao Yuncai and the others to leave. She also called Ye Shishi to report the situation. Before they reached the main door, she heard the sounds of battle behind her. Turning around, she saw Zhao Heng leap onto a stage that could accommodate over a dozen people.

Facing a group of enemies, the air seemed to freeze. Not just the Qing Gang members, even the black-clad woman felt an invisible pressure. Zhao Heng's towering figure not only exuded a fierce and handsome beauty but also a deep, inner shock.

Her hand paused on the phone as Ye Shishi's gentle voice came through:

"If he can walk out of the bar, he will be our friend."

The black-clad woman was stunned for a moment before responding, "Understood!"

"Go! Go! Attack together!"

Feihu and Duyan Biao had already seen Zhao Heng's prowess. As they retreated, they shouted for their gang members to charge. Countless black-clad men surged toward Zhao Heng like a tide, their knives flashing and the air filled with killing intent. Five knife-wielders still guarded Feihu.

"Zi, your time is up!"

A Qing Gang member, relying on his agility, leaped onto the stage and kicked at Zhao Heng. He had never personally witnessed Zhao Heng's strength and doubted his abilities, thinking Feihu and the others might have exaggerated to cover their own incompetence.

Zhao Heng sneered, lifting his left foot and extending it. *Bang!* The two legs collided in mid-air with a sharp sound, followed by a scream. The man flew backward like a kite, landing on the ground and clutching his broken leg, which was bleeding profusely.

Immediately, Zhao Heng leaped up and kicked twice more. Another man was hit as if by a speeding train, flying far and collapsing in a pool of blood. Zhao Heng stood there, a mocking smile on his face, his white teeth gleaming with a bloodthirsty light, "Come again."

"Zi, you're tired of living!"

Enraged, Feihu shouted, and the enemies on both sides rushed onto the stage. But for some reason, their knives were only halfway through their swings, and their shouts were cut short as they froze in mid-air. Zhao Heng's cold, sharp, and deadly gaze had stopped them in their tracks.

This intense killing aura made them hesitate.

As they stood there, Zhao Heng struck without hesitation.

*Bang! Bang!*

The two gang members at the front were thrown into the crowd behind them, emitting muffled groans. They tried to get up but felt chest pain and then fell unconscious, spitting blood. The Qing Gang members were stunned by Zhao Heng's overwhelming power.

They couldn't believe this Zi had such astonishing strength.

The black-clad woman, who hadn't left yet, opened her mouth in surprise, "How is this possible..."

It was her first time seeing Zhao Heng's skills. She had imagined his dominance, but she hadn't expected him to be so powerful. Zhao Heng's face remained cold, and his body moved instinctively, striking mercilessly at anyone who tried to harm him.

Damn it!

Even a tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves! No matter how strong you are, you're just one person, and we are many! Feihu was furious, and Duyan Biao's eyes were red with anger. They felt that if they didn't kill Zhao Heng tonight, they would lose face forever.

Duyan Biao screamed, "Take him down!"

Shaking off their shock, dozens of tough, brawling men charged at Zhao Heng. It was like a pack of excited dogs chasing a deer. For the young members of the gang, fighting, especially outnumbering the enemy, was more exciting than the New Year.

The stage, though small, could still hold over a dozen people.

Facing the swarm of enemies, Zhao Heng charged forward.

The fastest and strongest man in the front collided with Zhao Heng almost immediately. His eyes bulged, and his knife hadn't even swung when he found himself crashing into Zhao Heng, flying backward with broken bones.

Zhao Heng's shoulder rammed into the man, sending him flying off the stage and leaving a trail of several meters. Zhao Heng's face was mocking, his eyes cold. He lifted his hand and caught a left foot aimed at him, then slammed it against his knee, producing a dull thud.

He then pushed the incapacitated man into the crowd, causing several others to fall in a tangle. Two sharp knives aimed at Zhao Heng's back, but he didn't even look. His body instinctively turned, and he punched hard with both hands.

*Bang!*

The two men retreated, clutching their dislocated wrists and tears streaming down their faces.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Heng had incapacitated over a dozen people. The black-clad woman, who was about to leave, stopped in her tracks. She couldn't see how he had moved so quickly. She had watched black boxing matches with Sister Ye and experienced the brutality of the ring, but Zhao Heng seemed to be on a different level.

"Not even warmed up, keep going!"

Zhao Heng twisted his neck, standing on the stage carpet, his posture arrogant as he beckoned to the Qing Gang members. The Qing Gang, for the sake of their pride, had no choice but to engage Zhao Heng again. Dozens more charged with their knives, determined to overwhelm him with sheer numbers.

*Bang!*

In the black-clad woman's shock, Zhao Heng kicked a man several meters away, then delivered a flying kick, sending two more off the stage. He then charged into the crowd, his hand knife slicing through the air like a tornado, mowing down the approaching enemies.

Screams and panic soon filled the bar, creating a chaotic scene. No one had expected the lamb to suddenly turn into a fierce tiger, baring bloody fangs. In less than five minutes, dozens of men lay around the stage.

"Not a single one can fight!"

Zhao Heng's mocking face didn't stop. He moved forward, crashing into the Qing Gang crowd. The first four men were thrown back like cannonballs, knocking over a dozen more. Zhao Heng then grabbed a knife, swinging it with deadly precision, blood splattering as he cut down the charging gang members.

The lights cast a beautiful arc around his figure.

The black-clad woman's expression was slightly dazed, her eyes filled with new admiration.

Zhao Heng extended his knife, blocking four simultaneous attacks, then kicked out.

The four men were thrown off the stage!

His momentum was unstoppable!

With the long knife in hand, Zhao Heng shouted, "Fight!"

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