Liu Zhizhong was not showing any mercy now.
After two dodges, he landed a punch that exploded his opponent's nose.
Right then and there, the tattooed man screamed in agony, clutching his nose and screaming like a slaughtered pig.
Unfortunately for him, as soon as he started screaming, Liu Zhizhong landed another heavy punch on his face, smashing through the man's hands.
The man's head turned to mush, seeing stars and blacking out before collapsing on the ground.
His hands could no longer cover his face; they sprawled out on the floor.
His nose was shattered, with blood gushing all over his face, creating a frightening scene.
Liu Zhizhong snorted coldly, "That's it? Enough for you?"
Amid the shocked silence of the crowd, some women screamed in fright at the sight of blood.
Ma Qingqing was also startled, staring blankly at Liu Zhizhong, unconsciously finding him quite cool and impressively capable in a fight!
But it wasn't the same for the other men, their wild nature coming out with the stimulation from the blood.
Golden Hair Young Master Huang knew Liu Zhizhong could fight, but he shouted immediately, "Everyone get him! This is my turf; you think he can just take someone and leave?"
Instantly, the rest of the burly, tattooed men and four big and strong bouncers encircled Liu Zhizhong.
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The women all backed away, screaming and cursing, chanting encouragements like "Go for it!" and "Beat him to death!"
Ma Qingqing, however, remained calm, sipping her juice and silently watching the scene unfold.
Golden Hair Young Master Huang had a cold look on his face, sitting next to her, intently observing the fight.
Liu Zhizhong was far from scared, blocking punches with his hands and kicks with his feet, taking opportunities to counterattack.
After a session of loud thuds and vicious beatdown, all of Young Master Huang's people had their noses broken and stomachs kicked by Liu Zhizhong.
They lay there on the floor in disarray, faces covered in blood, writhing in pain as if their guts were about to burst, some unconscious from the pain, others awake but howling miserably, like it was a scene straight out of hell.
Several tables in the bar had been knocked over, chairs and sofas were flipped, creating complete chaos!
Liu Zhizhong dusted off his hands, looking quite at ease, he surveyed the room with an ice-cold voice full of magnetism that echoed throughout the place, "Who else? Who else thinks they can stop me from taking Ma Qingqing away?"
The crowd of women shrieked and backed away. Several young men with eccentric outfits were scared away too.
Young Master Huang felt a chill in his heart, his scalp tingling—this guy was just too formidable. Even the security guards armed with clubs, a total of nine men, hadn't managed to take him down, all sprawled on the ground now.
But he wouldn't back down. Rising to his feet, he pointed at Liu Zhizhong and yelled, "Motherfucker, you've gotten yourself into some deep shit now! Just you wait..."
While speaking, he took out his phone, looking as though he was about to call the police.
His men had been beaten so badly that they definitely required medical compensation, which would have to be covered by the secretary of the County Mayor, not to mention compensating for the bar's damages.
Liu Zhizhong dashed forward, leaping powerfully onto the stage with a single movement and kicking him down.
Young Master Huang screamed out as Liu Zhizhong's foot pressed down on his chest and he growled deeply, "I'm sick of motherfuckers like you cussing at me! You think you're something special because you're the son of the deputy mayor? Fuck off! Your dad will surely teach you how to behave properly!"
With that, he kicked Young Master Huang, sending him rolling over twice. Young Master Huang tried to use the momentum to roll toward a corner of the stage.
Liu Zhizhong then turned to look at Ma Qingqing not far away.
Ma Qingqing had been watching him, and she gasped unconsciously, looking away.
At that moment, Ma Qingqing just showed a woman's innate frailty and a bit of fear towards him.
However, almost immediately her gaze returned to Liu Zhizhong, watching him intently, "You brute! Why are you looking at me? You think I'll go home with you just because you've won?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled and said, "Little Sister Qingqing, can you stop being so stubborn, please? It's really late, and you should head home..."
"Shut up, who's your sister? Quit taking liberties with me! Regardless, I'm not going home, not now, not ever! You might as well go back to your master and stop bothering people here!"
Liu Zhizhong let out a sigh. This celestial beauty was indeed a handful!
He could only reply, "Ma Qingqing, don't be so headstrong anymore. I promised your uncle, even if I have to bind you, I will bring you home!"
"You dare! If you spout more nonsense, I'll call the police!"
Ma Qingqing's temper flared up, holding up her phone, ready to call the police.
That really irritated Liu Zhizhong, who flashed forward, snatched her phone, and, as she let out a shriek, he hoisted her over his shoulder in one swift move.
Then, Liu Zhizhong, with one arm securing her delicate white legs and the other hand carrying her bag, stepped down from the stage and made his way to the bar entrance with great strides.
"Ah! You jerk, let me go, let me go!"
"What are you all looking at? Call the police!"
"Why are you all running away? Ah! You're a bunch of cowards..."
Ma Qingqing was a mix of anger and humiliation, struggling and kicking her legs, raining down punches on Liu Zhizhong's back and scratching his back, pulling his hair, but to no avail.
Among the other oddly dressed young men and women in the bar, not one dared to step forward, but rather they all moved back.
Liu Zhizhong was just too domineering, and those young people were genuinely overwhelmed by him.
Finally, as Liu Zhizhong carried Ma Qingqing out of the bar entrance, she couldn't struggle free and abruptly turned her head, biting down hard on Liu Zhizhong's left shoulder, refusing to let go, biting fiercely...