Chapter 2

Wang Yang was so angry that steam seemed to be coming out of his seven orifices. What was wrong with this world? All he wanted was to quietly reflect on life in the outhouse and let off some steam. But he was interrupted one after another. As the saying goes, a man can endure, but his wife cannot. Enraged, Wang Yang quickly tidied himself up and, holding the chamber pot, stormed out. "Where?!"

He soon rushed to the hall of the Yi Hong Building and saw a fierce-looking man grabbing a girl from the building, his face twisted with an evil and lecherous smile. Wang Yang, the righteous hero with a dragon on his left and a tiger on his right, was enraged. He roared, "Let go of that girl! Let me handle it...!" Damn! The latter part was just a habitual phrase, you can ignore it.

After Wang Yang's fierce roar, the chamber pot in his hand glowed darkly and smashed heavily onto the head of the fierce man. The force was so great that the large chamber pot shattered into pieces. The fierce man trembled, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground.

Another man lunged at him. Wang Yang discarded his weapon and roared, "Black Tiger Heart Snatch!"

The many thugs and servants of the Yi Hong Building looked on in shock as the man clutched his groin, groaning, and collapsed to the ground.

A new opponent appeared, a tall and muscular man charging at Wang Yang. Wang Yang stood firm, and when the man was within two steps, Wang Yang exhaled and roared again, "Black Tiger Heart Snatch!"

Everyone watched in disbelief as the muscular man, instead of clutching his groin, screamed in pain, holding his eye socket, and then received another kick between his legs.

Seeing this, all the participants in the fight felt a chill run down their spines and their anuses tighten. What a despicable and shameless expert in group fights.

Wang Yang moved swiftly, attacking from all directions, using moves like Monkey Steals Peach, Descendant-Cutting Kick, and Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl... He was invincible, hitting every target. Benches, teapots, wine bottles, and even the girls' dropped silk handkerchiefs, veils, and undergarments... All became handy weapons in Wang Yang's hands.

Wang Yang's combat ability was indeed formidable. Although he took several hard hits, it was nothing to this hot-blooded and combative young man. Those who attacked him all suffered from his devious and deadly counterattacks.

The battle raged from the hall of the Yi Hong Building to the street outside. Despite the mess left behind, the team led by Wang Yang emerged victorious.

Wang Yang stood on the steps, holding a leg of a bench, panting heavily. His clothes were now tattered. He spat contemptuously at the direction the fleeing ruffians had gone and then turned and walked back into the Yi Hong Building.

The more than ten thugs who had originally gathered behind him looked at Wang Yang with awe. Damn, it seemed they had taken advantage of their numbers that day. Otherwise, if this guy had the chance to do this, even more than seven or eight people would have been taken down by this experienced old hand.

Especially when they thought of Wang Yang's signature move, "Black Tiger Heart Snatch," everyone felt their anuses tighten. It was too despicably low.

After walking a few steps, Wang Yang, sensing the strange atmosphere behind him, turned around fiercely. "Hey, what are those looks for?"

"Nothing, nothing, Brother Wang, you really saved us. If it weren't for you, we would have been in big trouble today," the lead thug quickly forced a smile to show goodwill.

"Who was it that was jabbering outside when I was in the outhouse?!" Wang Yang suddenly remembered something important, his anger still not fully subsided as he glared at the unfortunate, bruised, and battered men.

Everyone instinctively shook their heads. Damn, this guy had a smaller heart than a needle's eye. He still wanted revenge at this moment. They would have to be more careful in the future to avoid this hot-headed guy.

Seeing that no one admitted it, Wang Yang could only grudgingly throw away the bench leg and walk through the hall toward his room.

Just as he entered his room and was about to change his clothes, another thug called out, "Brother Wang, hurry, Mother Wang wants to see you."

"What does that old woman want from me?" Wang Yang rolled his eyes, clearly impatient. Although he had agreed to stay, it didn't mean he would kowtow like the people of this era.

Hearing the term "old woman," the thug's eyes twitched, but he finally managed to hold back. "I really don't know, Brother Wang, you'll find out when you go."

Wang Yang arrived at the second-floor room in the back of the Yi Hong Building. Mother Wang, still in her red and green makeup, looked like a heavier version of the tree spirit grandmother from "A Chinese Ghost Story" in the flickering lamplight.

Sitting under the lamp, Mother Wang, who looked quite furious, finally calmed down a bit when she saw Wang Yang and several other thugs and servants. "Today, you did well. You drove away those dog scoundrels and avenged me. You will be rewarded. Wang Yang, who worked the hardest, will receive one string of coins. The other thugs and servants will each receive five hundred coins..."

"Thank you, Mother Wang." Everyone was overjoyed and bowed in unison to Mother Wang, except for Wang Yang, who stood there dumbfounded.

"You brat, Mother Wang is rewarding you with money, why are you just standing there?" A charming and alluring girl standing behind Mother Wang couldn't help but scold him, but her bright eyes never left Wang Yang's handsome and imposing face, the gleaming tan skin visible through his tattered clothes, and his clearly defined chest and abs.

"Hey, old woman, what about this set of clothes?" Wang Yang tugged at his clothes, which had turned into rags in less than a day. He couldn't walk around in such non-mainstream fashion tomorrow.

Damn, the way the girls from the Yi Hong Building looked at him made him feel extremely uncomfortable, like a swarm of blood-sucking female mosquitoes.

Mother Wang almost jumped in anger when she heard Wang Yang call her an old woman again. But seeing his defiant expression, she was so angry that she wanted to grind her teeth, yet she couldn't bear to have him beaten up again. With fewer people, it was uncertain who would beat whom.

"Alright, in addition to the five hundred coins, if anyone's clothes are damaged, give them to the girls in the building to mend. As for you..." Mother Wang glanced at Wang Yang's clothes, which were as tattered as a beggar's, and couldn't help but smile.

"Let me mend them for you, Brother Wang..." The alluring woman who had been standing behind Mother Wang stepped forward, or rather, stepped forward with her chest.

Her full, plump chest almost burst through her thin clothes, and her captivating eyes were throwing Wang Yang tons of flirtatious glances. The bruised and battered thugs' eyes bulged like those of goldfish, and even Wang Yang, the experienced old hand, couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva.

"No need, just give him a new set. I'm not so poor that I can't afford to buy him new clothes. With the state of his clothes, are you going to mend them into a beggar's patchwork robe?" Mother Wang grunted and ordered.

"Thank you, Mother Wang." Wang Yang nodded in satisfaction. The old woman was quite reasonable.

PS: New book, five revisions, pouring my heart and soul into it, finally completed, so I'm starting to upload... Everyone can take a look first, and if you like it, give it a vote or something.

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