Chapter 34

Song Li almost couldn't help but laugh out loud; this kid was really putting on a show in front of the beautiful women. He seemed to have forgotten that just two hours ago, he had been beaten up so badly that he looked like a dead dog.

"Song Li, I want to challenge you to a duel. We'll go to the platform in front of the Guiyan Tower and decide the winner in front of the people of the Imperial Capital," Huang Feihu pointed at Song Li with the fan in his hand, his expression arrogant.

In his mind, Song Li's victory over Song Moran was purely a fluke. A waste of a person who relied on elixirs to boost his realm, how much combat power could he have? It seemed that Song Moran was also overrated.

"Challenge my ass!" Song Li roared, lunged forward, and slapped the fan out of Huang Feihu's hand with one palm, then kicked him in the abdomen! Huang Feihu's massive body was sent flying by the force of the kick, hitting the wall with a "thud." He remained stuck to the wall for a moment before sliding down limply, like a dead dog lying on the ground.

Back when Song Li was only at the ninth level of Body Tempering, he could defeat Song Moran, who was at the peak of the tenth level. Now, his realm was already at the peak of the tenth level, while Huang Feihu was only at the initial stage of the ninth level, roughly two levels apart. He didn't even have a chance to fight back!

Damn, a small fry like this dares to challenge me? An opponent who can be crippled with a few punches doesn't need a platform. What the hell, does he think anyone can challenge me? My status is different now. I won't bother with a platform unless you're at a higher realm than me!

Huang Feihu clearly saw Song Li's intention to attack and his movements, but his body couldn't react in time. Poor him, always boasting about being a master, with only a few princes in the Imperial Capital matching his skills. He never expected to be defeated in one move by Song Li. This wasn't a fight; it was a typical beating!

Only now did Huang Feihu realize how wrong he was. Song Li was far more formidable than he imagined! Song Moran's defeat at his hands was definitely not a fluke!

But it was too late for him to realize this. After kicking him down, Song Li had no intention of letting him off. He strode over, grabbed Huang Feihu by the shoulder, and lifted him up. Then he raised his right hand and started slapping him, saying, "I'll teach you to show off with a fan... I'll teach you to call me a waste... I'll teach you to flirt with virtuous courtesans... I'll teach you to send people to beat up my brothers..."

Huang Feihu was slapped into a daze, but he almost choked when he heard Song Li's accusations. Damn, what does "flirting with virtuous courtesans" even mean? Are there virtuous courtesans? This is bullying...

Pang Da watched with glee, waving his fist in the air and shouting, "Boss, you're doing great, beat him up, see if this bastard dares to be arrogant in the Imperial Capital again..."

After that, he couldn't help but boast to the woman beside him, "See that? That's my boss, Song Li, the number one young hero of Holy Lion City! If anyone bullies you in the future, just mention my name. If that doesn't work, mention his!"

Since the last time Song Li slapped Xiao Lewei and Cheng Zhengxiang in public, he had developed an unusual fondness for such behavior. As the saying goes, don't hit the face, don't reveal the shortcoming, meaning these two actions are extremely hurtful, both physically and to one's dignity. Unless it's a mortal enemy, few people would go to such extremes. Slapping someone's face means completely giving up any chance of reconciliation, and from then on, it's a matter of life and death.

Song Li had no good feelings towards these arrogant young masters, so he decided to crush them thoroughly. Some people won't stop unless you beat them so badly that they fear you from the bottom of their hearts and have nightmares when they think of you. He wanted to make these rich brats fear him so much that they would tremble at the sight of him and dread hearing his name, never daring to oppose him again.

He showed no mercy, swinging his arm to slap Huang Feihu's face, "slap, slap, slap." Huang Feihu's head soon swelled to the size of a melon, his nose and face bruised, and he spat out several teeth mixed with blood, unable to even groan.

After getting his fill of "slapping," Song Li threw Huang Feihu to the ground like a broken sack, making him roll his eyes.

"Boss, you're simply awesome! No wonder you're the top idol of the Imperial Capital's young ladies and the ideal son-in-law in the eyes of all mothers-in-law!" Pang Da grinned and gave Song Li a thumbs up.

"If you keep saying such sappy things, I'll sell you to Man Tingfang to serve customers. Do you believe me?" Song Li glared, scaring Pang Da into shrinking his head. The image of serving customers at Man Tingfang flashed in his mind, sending a chill down his spine.

"Boss, let's go," Pang Da quickly recovered his good mood.

"Go where? They still owe me money," Song Li said matter-of-factly.

"Owe you money? Who owes you money?" Pang Da was confused.

Song Li didn't answer him. He walked to Huang Feihu, squatted down, and looked down at him with a mocking smile. "Young Master Huang, the fight is over, the winner is decided. It's time to settle our accounts, right?"

Seeing Song Li, the demon, squat down, Huang Feihu's entire body shuddered. He was truly afraid of this guy now and stammered, "Accounts? What accounts?" His speech was slurred because several of his front teeth were missing.

"Don't tell me you don't know the rules?" Song Li's face was full of disdain, making Huang Feihu feel like a bumpkin. How could he have lived in the Imperial Capital for so long without hearing of any new rules? Song Li continued, "You beat up my brother, causing me to lose face. You should pay for the mental distress, right? When he arrived at my place, he was seriously injured. I gave him a bunch of elixirs to save his life. You should cover the medical expenses, right? You made me angry, forcing me to come and beat you up, causing me to travel and sweat. I'm a famous person in the Imperial Capital. You should pay for my appearance, right? In total, it's at least a million gold coins, but I'm a good person, so I'll give you a discount. Just pay me 500,000 gold coins."

This stunned not only Pang Da but also the courtesan watching from the side. How could someone demand compensation and appearance fees after beating someone up?

But Pang Da was only stunned for a moment before he understood. His boss was implementing one of their "Justice Alliance" principles: "Rob the rich to help the poor." Huang Feihu and his gang were just unlucky to be the first victims.

How shameless, truly shameless! Pang Da felt that his boss's shamelessness had reached a new level, fundamentally different from his own thick-skinned nature. But why did he feel that his boss's shamelessness was so fitting? It was the perfect way to deal with these bad rich brats.

"Spit," Huang Feihu spat out a mouthful of blood, purely out of frustration. Damn, who bullies people like this? Beating someone up and then demanding appearance fees, mental distress fees, and medical expenses. If he could move, he would definitely jump up and fight Song Li for another three hundred rounds!

"What kind of person are you? As soon as you hear about paying, you pretend to spit blood," Song Li rolled his eyes and said slowly, "But I'm a principled person. I won't give up my rights just because you spit a few times."

Rights, my ass, you're just bullying me! Huang Feihu didn't dare to curse out loud, only cursing in his heart.

"What, you don't want to pay? That's fine too. There's another way. You can pay with slaps. One slap is worth 10,000 gold coins. You owe me 500,000 gold coins, so I'll slap you 50 times. After that, we'll be even, and the debt will be settled." Song Li raised his hand as if to slap.

"I'll pay, I'll pay, okay?" Huang Feihu was terrified. Another 50 slaps would leave his face irreparably damaged, even by the best surgeons in the Imperial Capital.

"That's the right attitude. Kill or be killed, owe money, pay it back. You're the son of the Chief Cabinet Minister. It's unbecoming to default on debts, right?" Song Li patted his shoulder, making him shudder.

"But I don't have that much money on me, what should I do?" Huang Feihu said pitifully.

"Gold coins, gold cards, bank drafts, valuable jade pendants, anything valuable, bring it out to pay the debt. If it's not enough, just write an IOU." Song Li said calmly.

Huang Feihu had no choice but to take out his gold coins, gold cards, drafts, and jade pendants, which amounted to 200,000 gold coins. He still owed 300,000 gold coins, so Song Li made him write an IOU.

"But... I don't have any pens, ink, or paper," Huang Feihu helplessly spread his hands.

"That's easy." Song Li tore a piece of cloth from Huang Feihu's clothes, took a dinner knife from the table, and casually cut a wound on Huang Feihu's index finger, smiling, "Now you can write. Hurry up, or the blood will clot, and I'll have to cut you again."

The pain shot through Huang Feihu's heart. He gritted his teeth and used his bloody finger to write, "Owe Song Li 300,000 gold coins. Huang Feihu." By the time he finished, cold sweat was pouring down his forehead from the pain.

"Tsk, tsk, the son of the Chief Cabinet Minister, and your handwriting is so poor. I don't even want to comment," Song Li looked at the crooked writing and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling a deep sense of disappointment.

Damn, you cut my finger and make me write. What kind of strong, powerful handwriting do you expect? Huang Feihu couldn't help but grumble in his heart.

"Pang Da, take this IOU to the residence of Lord Huang. A son's debt, the father repays. That's not impolite, right?" Song Li said with a smile.

"Not impolite, not impolite. A son's debt, the father repays, it's only right," Pang Da nodded solemnly, though he knew the original saying was "a father's debt, the son repays, it's only right." But how could his boss be wrong? Whatever he said was right, and as a subordinate, he must unconditionally support him.

Huang Feihu almost fainted. He was so regretful, cursing himself for provoking this demon. Damn, he was a little devil. Slapping people and cutting fingers without batting an eye.

Since Song Li had set the example, Pang Da naturally followed suit. He took a small knife and, with a smile, went to the other thugs lying on the ground, using the same method to extort more money from them. He collected a lot of gold coins and drafts, as well as a stack of blood-written IOUs. These bad rich brats were so terrified that they would probably avoid them in the future.

Song Li and Pang Da, having taken out their anger, beaten people, and extorted a large sum of money, left with great satisfaction. The rescued courtesan felt a strange aura from the two of them. Their methods were truly not those of good people, but somehow, she felt that using such methods against these villains was incredibly satisfying to watch.

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