Xiao Jiba couldn't believe the scene before him, the expert by Hong Fangqi's side had actually turned traitor, and Hong Fangqi's words seemed to have no deterrent effect on Zhou Santong at all.
After all, the reason Zhou Santong followed Hong Fangqi wasn't for any sense of loyalty, it was merely for money, and the money to be made with Hong Fangqi was substantial.
Ning Fan was sitting at the dining table, leisurely picking up dishes, savoring the delicious food on the table, and at his feet, there were many bodyguards lying on the ground moaning in pain.
Across from him, Bai Yunxi and Xu Xiaoqing were all staring at Ning Fan in surprise.
Just now, Ning Fan had shown his mighty power, and a group of fierce bodyguards didn't stand a chance; they were knocked down without being able to withstand a single move, and Ning Fan's valiant posture had brought a huge shock to everyone, especially when Ning Fan exchanged fists with Zhou Santong. The explosive sound in the air even almost gave them the illusion that space was about to shatter.
"Alright, let's continue our meal," Ning Fan said without even glancing at Zhou Santong and the others, continuing to pick up dishes.
His voice wasn't loud but just enough for everyone in the private room to hear.
Xiao Jiba's face was a pile of flesh, and at this moment, it was all squeezed together, looking extremely ugly, especially since it hadn't yet recovered from the swelling caused by the several slaps Ning Fan had given him earlier, making him resemble a pig's head.
"Boss Hong, you must not let this brat go!"
Xiao Jiba was anxious; what was going on with Hong Fangqi's expert bodyguard?
How could he have turned traitor after just one punch from Ning Fan? Xiao Jiba panicked. He had come with Hong Fangqi for revenge, but not only did the plan for revenge fail, now all their bodyguards were lying on the floor, and even Hong Fangqi's expensive top-level bodyguard seemed to be turning traitor.
This development was truly beyond everyone's expectations, including Ning Fan.
Ning Fan had originally thought Zhou Santong would be like others he had encountered before, arrogant and dismissive of others.
But he hadn't expected Zhou Santong to be so sensible. After a quick exchange to establish superiority, Zhou Santong immediately became very respectful and didn't dare to take action against Ning Fan again; Ning Fan was quite satisfied with the three cups of apologetic wine from earlier.
However, Hong Fangqi and his people were being far too arrogant. Although Ning Fan was not a petty person, they had provoked him to his face, and spit had even landed on it. Ning Fan couldn't hold back anymore.
He believed Zhou Santong should have understood his words from before and knew what to do.
"You useless thing, always causing more problems than you solve, shut up!"
With a smack, an infuriated Hong Fangqi slapped Xiao Jiba to the floor.
Although Hong Fangqi was in a raging state, he had a clear grasp of the situation. He knew that those bodyguards were no match against Ning Fan, and the only person he could rely on was Zhou Santong.
Now that Zhou Santong had made it clear he wouldn't offend this mysterious young man for Hong Fangqi's sake, Hong Fangqi's face looked exceedingly ugly as he stood at the door, suddenly unsure of what to do.
After hearing Ning Fan's hint to Zhou Santong, Hong Fangqi's sullen face twitched. He wanted to say a few words to smooth things over and then leave with his people, but at this moment, Zhou Santong was stepping toward him with coldness in his eyes.
"Zhou Santong, what do you think you're doing?!"
Hong Fangqi bellowed, not believing what he was seeing. Zhou Santong was someone he had hired at a high price, and now he appeared to be about to attack Hong Fangqi himself.
As for his lackeys, with Xiao Jiba at the helm, upon seeing Zhou Santong approach with his chilling momentum, they had all retreated behind Hong Fangqi, none willing to block for him. This left Hong Fangqi so furious he felt like vomiting blood.
He had been so good to these bastards before, and yet when it came to times like these, they all chose self-preservation.
"Boss Hong, I would advise you to apologize to this senior and the other ladies in the private room," Zhou Santong coldly said, a man of understanding.
Having roamed the Jianghu for over a decade, Zhou Santong's iron fists had earned a formidable reputation, but that didn't mean he always came out on top.
Many times, Zhou Santong had nearly met his end in foreign lands, especially in his younger, brasher days when he had received many hard lessons.
Although arrogant, Zhou Santong had the credentials to back it up, but he wasn't foolish about it. There's always someone better out there, and there's always a higher sky—that was something he understood very well.
He was a smart man; just one move in his encounter with Ning Fan had been enough to determine the superior fighter. So now, he was more willing to offend Hong Fangqi than Ning Fan because Zhou Santong valued his own life more.
"Impossible!!!" Hong Fangqi yelled frantically. Who was he, to apologize to some greenhorn.
As for Bai Yunxi and the others, within their circles, he was someone whose words could decide life or death. What right did they have to demand an apology from Hong Fangqi?
It was utterly impossible, and Hong Fangqi's expression twisted into one of sheer ferocity.
Zhou Santong seemed to have anticipated such a response from Hong Fangqi, and without further ado, he stepped forward to face Hong Fangqi and kicked viciously at his knee.
Hong Fangqi's scream of agony immediately echoed throughout the private room.
Zhou Santong did not break both of Hong Fangqi's legs, but if they weren't properly cared for afterward, they might be ruined for good.
With that kick, Hong Fangqi was forced to kneel in the direction of Ning Fan, while those behind him broke out in cold sweat profusely.
"Apologize!" Zhou Santong barked icily, his voice now tinged with a hint of murderous intent.
This bit of killing intent made Hong Fangqi instantly fearful, as he finally realized that Zhou Santong was serious. To appease Ning Fan, Zhou Santong might actually kill him.
Hong Fangqi struggled to lift his head, unable to suppress his cries of pain.
Looking at Ning Fan, who hadn't turned around, and then at Zhou Santong beside him, Hong Fangqi eventually struggled and started to speak with trembling lips: "Today's... incident, it is me... Hong Fangqi... who was wrong!"
After shouting these words, Hong Fangqi's eyes were bloodshot, looking utterly fierce.
At this moment, Ning Fan finally turned around and glanced down at the kneeling and still resentful Hong Fangqi, sneering contemptuously, "I can overlook what happened today, but if you're thinking of revenge, I'm ready any time you are!"
Hong Fangqi subconsciously lifted his head, only to meet Ning Fan's piercing gaze, which immediately silenced him out of fright.