Inside the "Bamboo" private room on the 88th floor of the Golden Pine Ridge Hotel, a full-blown brawl was erupting!
In an instant, chairs were toppled, and someone had overturned the dining table. The clatter of shattering porcelain filled the air.
"Ah! Stop fighting!"
Chuangshi Xuanyuan was crying, letting out sharp screams as she huddled with Hamster Pudding beside a vase in the corner. Jiang Yuan was holding up a chair to shield the two girls, staring nervously at the chaos before him.
Apart from He Xinyuan, who had been knocked to the ground with a blow to the head and was bleeding profusely while clutching his wound, Chuangshi Yongge, Ding Ye, and Zhang Ergou were at the forefront, brawling with over a dozen men in suits with crew cuts.
Among them, Chuangshi Yongge, like Jiang Yuan, was an ordinary person. He barely lasted two exchanges before someone kicked him in the back, sending him stumbling forward. Then another tripped him, and he fell. Immediately, four or five men swarmed him, raining blows with clubs and sticks. Chuangshi Yongge instinctively curled into a ball, covering his head with his hands as he endured the beating.
Ding Ye, though untrained in martial arts, relied on his muscular build. He used a chair to fend off attacks while repeatedly saying, "Brothers, stop! Let's talk this out!"
Meanwhile, Zhang Ergou, who had trained as a martial monk at Tianlong Temple since childhood, was like a war god descended to earth!
Bare-handed, his palms flew up and down, slapping the attacking crew-cut men one by one, sending them crashing to the ground, writhing and wailing in pain, completely incapacitated.
Then, a crew-cut man sneaked up from behind with an iron rod. Zhang Ergou, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, quickly raised his hand to block!
"Clang!"
The iron rod struck Zhang Ergou's palm with a sound like metal clashing!
"Prajna Palm!"
Zhang Ergou shouted, delivering a palm strike to the attacker's elbow joint. A crisp crack sounded, and a white bone fragment pierced through the sleeve of the sneaky attacker's arm!
"Ah! My hand!"
The crew-cut man who had attacked Zhang Ergou immediately dropped the iron rod, clutching his exposed bone with his other hand, letting out a blood-curdling scream!
"Ah!"
Ouyang Xuan and Heng Yuwei, hiding in the corner, had never seen such a bloody scene. They turned away, closing their eyes and screaming in terror!
Just then, another crew-cut man kicked Ding Ye aside, darted in front of Jiang Yuan, and swung an iron rod down at his head!
"Ah!"
Jiang Yuan, summoning a burst of strength from somewhere, roared and swung the chair over his head to block the attack. Then he used the chair to trap the man's rod-wielding arm and shoved him to the ground.
Ding Ye scrambled up just in time. Before the crew-cut man could rise, Ding Ye straddled him, pinned the hand holding the rod with his foot, and began punching him in the face with fists the size of sandbags!
As he punched, Ding Ye kept muttering, "Stop fighting, brothers! Please, stop!"
Jiang Yuan helped by pressing the chair hard against the crew-cut man, watching his best friend Ding Ye say the most cowardly words while delivering the most vicious blows!
"Stop, please stop, wuwuwu!"
By the end, Ding Ye couldn't hold back and burst into loud sobs!
Jiang Yuan leaned in to look—good grief! Without plastic surgery, that face was probably ruined!
"Old Ding, stop! Keep going and someone's going to die!"
Jiang Yuan patted Ding Ye's trembling shoulders, urging him to stop.
But as Jiang Yuan said this and turned around, he saw another suit-wearing man raising a club to strike the two girls cowering in the corner!
"Ah!"
Ouyang Xuan and Heng Yuwei were frozen in terror, staring at the club descending toward their heads, too scared to move, only screaming in fear!
In the nick of time, Jiang Yuan lunged toward the girls. The club hit him in the eye socket, cracking his brow bone!
Ignoring the searing pain, he scrambled up, blood blurring his vision. He could barely make out Ouyang Xuan and Heng Yuwei, then wrapped his arms around them, shielding them with his back as the clubs rained down like hail.
"Yuanzi! Wuwuwu! I'm coming to help!"
Ding Ye, still sitting on the suit-wearing man with a broken nose and a face swollen like a pig's head, turned to see Jiang Yuan taking the beating. He wiped away tears and snot, rushed over, and grabbed the crew-cut man swinging an iron rod at Jiang Yuan. He leaned back, using momentum to send them both crashing to the ground.
"Wuwuwu! Stop, I told you to stop!"
Ding Ye flipped over, kneeling on the man's chest, pinning his right hand with his knee, and kept punching him in the face while crying.
"Jiang Yuan, are you okay?"
Jiang Yuan, enduring the intense pain in his back, slowly moved aside. Hamster Pudding had blood from Jiang Yuan's face smeared on its forehead, and it squeaked in panic at the sight of his blood-covered face.
About two or three minutes later, the brawl in the private room was winding down, and the outcome was becoming clear.
Zhang Ergou had used the "Prajna Palm," one of Tianlong Temple's seventy-two ultimate techniques, to take on ten opponents alone, severely injuring one and knocking down nine!
Ding Ye had broken one man's nose and cracked another's brow bone, leaving them covered in blood.
Chuangshi Yongge, helped up by Zhang Ergou, grabbed an ashtray from somewhere and cracked the leader of the crew-cut men's head open!
The noise gradually subsided, leaving the entire room in shambles!
Over a dozen suit-wearing crew-cut men lay sprawled on the floor, chairs scattered everywhere, the table tilted and collapsed, and shards of glass covering the ground.
Except for Zhang Ergou and the two girls Jiang Yuan had shielded, everyone else was injured, drenched in blood!
"I told you to stop! I didn't want this! Wuwuwu!"
Ding Ye moved off the crew-cut man whose brow bone he had cracked, now unconscious from blood loss. He slumped to the ground, covering his face and sobbing uncontrollably.
Zhang Ergou's clothes were torn in several places, and he was covered in blood—all from the men he had taken down.
"President, Xuanyuan, are you two okay?"
He went over to Ouyang Xuan and Heng Yuwei, still huddled in the corner, relieved to see they were unharmed.
"Call an ambulance!"
Ouyang Xuan couldn't speak, sobbing quietly against Heng Yuwei. Heng Yuwei quickly snapped to attention, pulling out her phone to dial emergency services.
"Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan, what's wrong with you!"
Just as Heng Yuwei finished dialing, Jiang Yuan suddenly pitched forward, collapsing straight into her arms!