"Fuck your mother, playing this social game on me, your Grandpa Yan? Do you know what my nickname was when I was in school? War God of Thirteenth Middle School! You still want to have a go with me? Who sent you, speak!!"
Wang Yan grabbed Brother Ma by the collar, panting heavily as he asked.
Brother Ma was the first to make a move, naturally taking more hits, and now his head was in a bit of a dazed state.
"I’m asking you a question, fuck your mother, still playing tough huh?" Wang Yan saw the other party not speaking, raised his arm and was ready to slap him.
At this moment, Zhang Yang grabbed Wang Yan’s arm.
"Brother Yan! Let me ask, stop hitting!"
"Fine, you ask! Daring to bring people to the restaurant to block us, you’re courting death! Definitely gonna fix him today!"
Zhang Yang walked up to Brother Ma, casually pulled a few napkins from the table and threw them to the guy, asking in a deep voice, "Did Qian Wenjun send you to get money?"
Hearing the name Qian Wenjun, Brother Ma finally regained some spirit, spat a mouthful of blood-tinted saliva, and still stubbornly said, "Fuck! Wait till I make a call, you won’t get out of Wazhou today!"
"Hey! Giving you face isn’t it, not letting us leave Wazhou? I’ll make sure you don’t get out of this room! First, take his phone, I’ll deal with his stiff mouth!"
Hearing Brother Ma still being defiant after being beaten, Wang Yan picked up a beer bottle, ready to hit again.
Just at this moment, Wei Song, who hadn’t spoken, spoke up.
"His name is Ma Weiqi, he used to be into fishing! Childhood friends with Qian Wenjun! Today it’s best to think of all the food and drink I’ve had before as fed to an ungrateful wolf!"
Hearing this, Zhang Yang understood, plainly put, at the critical moment of the competition, four thousand were spent on future prospects, now that the competition is over, someone has come to collect the debt.
"Did Qian Wenjun send you for money?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.
"Fuck! Caught by you guys, I’ll take the fall, go ahead and try to kill me!!" Ma Weiqi still didn’t back down.
"You motherfucker..."
Hearing this, Wang Yan couldn’t hold back his anger. Just as he was about to make a move, Zhou Chu next to him pacified him with a look.
After listening to these words, Zhang Yang directly lifted up a chair and sat down like a big boss, saying slowly, "Regarding the fishing competition, your brother wasn’t as good as others! Regarding fighting dirty, you’re also out of luck! How do you want to handle this now?"
"If you have the guts, let me make a call, this matter isn’t over today!" Ma Weiqi still didn’t give in, staring at Zhang Yang stubbornly.
"Brother Yang, let him make the call! This started because of me, I’ll clean up the mess!" At this time, Meng Fan chimed in.
"Will you vouch for it?" Zhang Yang didn’t rush to make a statement, instead asking clearly first.
Zhang Yang, after the fight, wasn’t in a rush to leave, considering quite a few aspects. They could leave, but there were cameras in the hotel, and the cops would surely track them down.
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Now Zhang Yang had passed the age of acting without considering consequences in the heat of the moment, dealing with urgent situations appropriately, the fight had already happened, but the aftermath needed proper handling.
"Absolutely vouch for it! Regardless of black or white, no one can sway it!" Meng Fan gave Zhang Yang a positive look.
Seeing Meng Fan taking such a big responsibility, Zhang Yang decided not to leave the scene, directly handing back Brother Ma’s phone to him.
"Alright, Eldest Young Master Meng has vouched for you, handle it yourself! Don’t say the bros didn’t give you a chance, negotiate properly now, there’s room for resolution! When it comes time to show your cards, it’ll be too late for regrets!"
Upon receiving the phone, Ma Weiqi didn’t listen to Zhang Yang’s final warning, unlocked the phone, found a number, and called in front of everyone.
A few seconds later, the call connected.
"Bro, I’m with Xiao Lin and the others at Zhang’s Lobster Restaurant, we got beaten! Box 201! Bring Brother Li and the others, Xiao Lin’s wrist might be fractured!"
The tough guy in front of everyone, but over the phone, his tone turned into that of a bullied little wife. This stark contrast left Zhang Yang slightly stunned, giving him flashbacks of complaining to the teacher in school.
The call ended quickly, and the scene fell into a brief awkward silence.
Meng Fan didn’t dawdle, pulled out his own phone, and stepped out of the room to make a call in the hallway outside.
In less than five minutes, noise started coming from downstairs.
The people on both sides hadn’t arrived yet, but rather the local police officers from the precinct down the street had arrived first.
With such a commotion from the fight upstairs, there’s no way the hotel wouldn’t have called the cops. It’s just that nobody dared to enter the room for fear of getting blood on themselves.
"What’s the situation here? Anyone injured? Get the injured treated first!" The young neighborhood officer was startled by the bloodied faces of several people as soon as he entered the room.
Zhang Yang turned to look at his team, though some had facial injuries, they were all superficial wounds. It looked like Wang Yan’s face had been slashed with a zipper, leaving a bloody gash that seemed alarming.
Looking back at Brother Ma’s side, several people were in a worse state, with many having their foreheads cracked open, and those lucky enough to avoid beer bottles had bruised and swollen eyes.
However, these guys, though at a loss, still showed some backbone, nobody cried out in pain, except for that Xiao Lin holding his wrist with his left hand.