The beer girl initially wanted to avoid them, but three other young men also surrounded her and grabbed her wrists, restraining her from moving.
"Let go of me!" The beer girl, looking panicked, struggled and shouted.
"Sweetheart, be nice to brother, don’t worry, as long as brother is pleased, I’ll cover your beer sales for the month!"
The rooster-combed man flashed a lecherous smile, then grabbed the beer girl by the waist, pulling her toward himself.
"No, I’m not selling anymore, let go of me!"
The beer girl desperately struggled; although her hands were captured, her legs were still free.
During the struggle, she managed to kick the rooster-combed man several times, even stepping directly on his foot at one point.
Although it wasn’t very painful, it caused the rooster-combed man’s expression to darken, and he said angrily,
"Damn, acting like some virtuous woman? I’ve seen plenty like you, the green-tea bitches. At first, you scream no, but once there’s enough money, you’re in bed and more lascivious than anyone. Today, I definitely need to teach you a good lesson!"
Saying this, the rooster-combed man raised his hand and slapped the beer girl across her delicate face, instantly leaving a handprint.
The beer girl was stunned by the slap.
The rooster-combed man gestured to the other three men.
Instantly understanding his intent, they began dragging the beer girl toward a nearby restroom.
"Let go of me, let go of me!"
The beer girl struggled desperately, but being just a frail woman, she was no match for the three men.
The other guests sighed, lowered their heads, clearly unwilling to interfere.
After all, the four young men were not ordinary; they were beyond the reach of these common folks, so it was better to mind one’s own business.
The rooster-combed man scanned the bar, seeing no one dared to stop him, his arrogance intensified, then he too turned to head toward the restroom.
Just then, an angry voice erupted.
The rooster-combed man paused, his face turned cold as he turned towards the source of the voice, spotting Wang Hao glaring furiously at him.
"What did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly!" The rooster-combed man pretended to clean out his ear, asking with disdain.
"I said, let her go!" Wang Hao glared intensely at the rooster-combed man, angrily said.
He couldn’t stand bullies who targeted girls, especially so blatantly, and he couldn’t just watch.
Others might tolerate it, but he absolutely couldn’t, he had to stop it.
"Oh, look, a reckless young fool, interesting!"
The rooster-combed man sneered coldly, a look of disdain on his lips, and walked straight up to Wang Hao, saying arrogantly, "Kid, do you know who I am?"
"I don’t care who you are, have your men release that girl!" Wang Hao shouted.
"Hah, who do you think you are? You say let go, and I should just let go? I’m definitely not letting go today!" The rooster-combed man scoffed, looking down at Wang Hao with contempt.
"You!" Wang Hao was livid.
"I’m not just not letting go, I’m going to enjoy her too, don’t worry, brother is very gentle, I won’t break her!"
The rooster-combed man laughed wildly, pushed Wang Hao aside, and turned to leave.
Wang Hao quickly followed, grabbed the rooster-combed man’s arm, and gritting his teeth, said: "Let her go!"
"Let go!" the red-haired man’s face turned icy, and he glared at Wang Hao with a cold voice.
"Are you letting go or not!" Wang Hao angrily demanded.
"I’ll let go of your fucking face! Who the hell do you think you are? Go to hell!"
The red-haired man had reached his limit from being thwarted by Wang Hao repeatedly. Without another word, he swung his fist and smashed it toward Wang Hao.
Wang Hao hadn’t expected his opponent to actually start a fight and was completely unprepared. Unable to dodge in time, he took a direct hit right in his right eye socket.
Wang Hao’s right eye immediately swelled up.
And it was this punch that released the ferocity within Wang Hao.
Since his opponent had thrown the first punch, not fighting back would be disgraceful.
Without saying another word, Wang Hao swung his fists and retaliated immediately, grappling with the red-haired man on the spot.
Seeing this, the other three men hurriedly let go of the beer girls, about to rush over to help the red-haired man.
However, just as they approached Wang Hao, before they could do anything,
At that moment, a shadow suddenly flashed and appeared in front of them.
It was none other than Chen Feng.
"This is their fight, why don’t you guys keep out of it?" Chen Feng said calmly to the three young men.
The three men, knowing that Chen Feng and Wang Hao were together, didn’t waste words and swung their fists at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng shook his head in resignation.
Just as their fists were about to hit Chen Feng, at that moment, Chen Feng swiftly lifted his leg and kicked out fiercely three times.
There were three muffled thuds, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three men were kicked back immediately, crashing heavily onto three empty glass tables.
Their bodies shattered the glass tables, sending shards flying everywhere.
This scene left the other patrons stunned; they looked at Chen Feng as if they had seen a ghost, their eyes filled with shock.
Chen Feng ignored these gazes and instead turned to look at Wang Hao and the red-haired man who were still fighting.
By then, both had sustained bruises all over their faces, appearing fiercely competitive.
Neither was willing to give in.
However, the red-haired man had some experience fighting in the streets, which gave him an edge, making Wang Hao appear somewhat on the defensive.
Even so, Chen Feng had no intention to interfere.
He wanted Wang Hao to grow, as he couldn’t always protect him.
And the fastest way to grow was through battle.
As the red-haired man increasingly gained the upper hand, he eventually straddled himself atop Wang Hao, pummeling Wang Hao with fists and arrogantly shouted, "Kid, dare to fight me? The first time I fought someone, you weren’t even hairy yet—Argh!!"
However, before the red-haired man could finish his sentence, his expression changed drastically as a heart-wrenching scream burst from his mouth.
The reason was that, at that moment, Wang Hao’s knee was forcefully pressed against his crotch.
It was a lethal move against men—Testicle-kicking!