Chapter 91

"Who is this person? What do they do?" After Tang Zhendong and Yu Qingying sat down, Yu Qingying asked.

"A friend from before, who used to sell apples at the Happy Fruit Wholesale Market." Tang Zhendong didn't mention that Wang Meng and he were "comrades-in-arms," as it wasn't a glorious matter. Moreover, Yu Qingying was a goddess in his heart, and mentioning his imprisonment would only make him feel even more inferior to her.

"Oh." Yu Qingying mentioned it and didn't ask further, "What kind of fruit do you want? I'll get some for you."

"You tell me, I'll go."

"Watermelon and pear, hehe."

Just as Tang Zhendong stood up to get the fruit, the door of the Delicious Steakhouse was rudely kicked open, and over a dozen people entered. These people were holding rolled-up newspapers, and upon entering, they unfolded the newspapers to reveal knives inside.

"Sir, may I ask who you are," a waiter nervously approached to ask if they were there to eat or for some other reason. The leader, a man in his thirties, grabbed the waiter by the hair and threw him to the side.

"Get lost!"

After entering, these people looked around. "Brother Wu, where is that guy!" Ma Jiaoyang pointed at Tang Zhendong and said to the leader called Brother Wu.

As soon as Tang Zhendong saw Ma Jiaoyang, he knew this guy was still不服气 (unwilling to admit defeat) and had brought people to teach him a lesson. Yu Qingying, upon seeing Ma Jiaoyang, also understood what was happening. She tightly gripped her hand, then relaxed it, and reached into her bag on the sofa to find her phone to call the police.

At this moment, Ma Jiaoyang was already leading Brother Wu toward Tang Zhendong. All the customers and waiters in the restaurant followed Brother Wu with their eyes, but no one spoke. A pin dropping on the ground could be heard clearly.

"Kid, you dared to touch my brother?" Brother Wu's voice was deep and his physique was robust. His words could be heard clearly by everyone in the restaurant.

"Who is your brother? I touched him because he provoked me first." If Tang Zhendong hadn't been through that prison ordeal, he might have been afraid in such a situation. But coming out of the iron-blooded environment of prison, he had no fear of fighting or death. In a maximum-security prison, which cell hadn't seen a death?

"Hey, you little punk, you're quite sharp, huh? You don't want to live anymore?" Seeing that Tang Zhendong didn't give him any face, Brother Wu was about to wave his hand to have his men teach Tang Zhendong a lesson.

"Brother Wu, wait, wait, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." Wang Meng, seeing that Brother Wu was about to act, couldn't sit still and hurriedly ran over.

Brother Wu raised an eyebrow and looked at the man with dragon and tiger tattoos, "Who are you?"

"Brother Wu, hello. I'm Wang Meng from the fruit market, a nobody. Brother Wu probably hasn't heard of me." Wang Meng carefully explained, trying to resolve the conflict between Tang Zhendong and Brother Wu.

"Wang Meng?" Brother Wu repeated softly. One of his subordinates leaned in and whispered a few words to him. Brother Wu then raised his head, "I heard you're doing well in the fruit market, but this is the city. Your five or six brothers can't reach me here, can they?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I wouldn't dare to reach out here. But this Brother Tang is also my brother. Could you give me some face and let it go?"

Brother Wu laughed, "Give you face? Who the hell gives me face? What are you, a nobody? You think you're someone just because you sell fruit with a few people? Let me tell you, in my eyes, you're nothing. You're just a nobody."

Wang Meng's facial muscles twitched, but he quickly relaxed and put on a smile, "Brother Wu, my face isn't worth much. A great man doesn't hold a grudge against a small man, right? I'll treat all of you to a meal today. Eat whatever you want, my treat."

"I, Wu Feilong, can't control whether my brothers eat or not. Do you think you're someone just because you've been in and out of prison? Let me tell you, I've had over a hundred brothers under me who have been in and out of prison. If you have something to do, do it quickly. If not, get lost. Don't stand here and get in the way."

Wu Feilong's words were extremely arrogant, giving Wang Meng no face at all. Wang Meng clenched his fist, ready to give Wu Feilong a punch.

People who have been in prison usually go to one of two extremes: either they become as weak as a rag or they become extremely bloodthirsty. After reform, there are two types of people: those who are completely reformed and those who become even more hostile to society, becoming even more aggressive.

Clearly, Wang Meng, who had been a leader, wouldn't become as weak as a rag. He was still brave at heart. He believed that a person's dignity is earned through their own fists, not through endurance.

Just as Wang Meng was about to throw a punch, Tang Zhendong held him back, "You're Wu Feilong, right? I have two things to say to you. First, you should manage your subordinates better. Don't let them bully ordinary people just because they have no skills. Second, you interrupted our meal today, so you should pay for it!"

"Kid, you're asking for death!" Wu Feilong waved his hand, and his over a dozen subordinates, who had been waiting, rushed forward with their machetes.

Tang Zhendong kicked out first, aiming at Wu Feilong. Wu Feilong moved quickly, dodging to the side, but he was a bit slow and was hit in the thigh by Tang Zhendong's kick, stumbling to the side.

At this moment, Wu Feilong's subordinates' machetes came down, chopping at Tang Zhendong. Tang Zhendong dodged to the side and collided with another person, sending him flying with a "bang." Then, without stopping, Tang Zhendong punched the person who was charging at him more slowly. However, the machete of the thug on the right hit Tang Zhendong's left arm, and blood immediately stained his sleeve.

"Damn!" Seeing Tang Zhendong bleeding, Wang Meng charged forward without hesitation, delivering a heavy blow to the back of someone's head.

This wasn't because Wang Meng's reaction was slow, but because Tang Zhendong's speed was too fast. He had taken down four people in the blink of an eye. However, getting injured in a melee was inevitable. Although Tang Zhendong's left arm was injured, his movements didn't slow down, and he remained exceptionally fierce.

"Tang Zhendong!" Yu Qingying, who was frantically dialing the police, saw Tang Zhendong injured and called out in panic, her movements becoming even more chaotic.

After Wang Meng took down one of the gang members, Tang Zhendong took down two more. In just a few moments, over half of the dozen men Wu Feilong had brought were on the ground.

Tang Zhendong didn't stop, combining his punches and kicks. The Xingyi Quan he had learned from Li Yuanshan recently came into play, though he was still mostly using his own style, as he hadn't practiced Xingyi Quan long enough to use it effectively in a hurry.

However, Tang Zhendong's physical condition was excellent. Even without his Guigu Neigong, he could handle three or four people at once. But in this situation, with over a dozen men armed with knives, getting injured was inevitable.

However, after Tang Zhendong and Wang Meng each took a knife wound, they became even more courageous, thoroughly overwhelming Wu Feilong's subordinates, leaving them lying on the ground. Only Wu Feilong and Ma Jiaoyang were still standing.

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