The brawny guys instantly understood what was going on and immediately charged at Zhang Xiaoshan with howls.
One thug had just rushed toward Zhang Xiaoshan when he was struck in the chest by a punch, immediately flying back four to five meters and crashing into the wall.
He actually passed out.
Another thug hesitated upon seeing this.
"Dammit, what the heck do I pay you for?" Zhang Jian grew anxious at the scene.
The man had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull a switchblade from his pocket, rushing at Zhang Xiaoshan. The blade’s cold light shimmered as it aimed straight for Zhang Xiaoshan’s face, but he was utterly fearless.
Although the attacker was quick, under Zhang Xiaoshan’s Divine Eye, his movements were slowed down by several times. Zhang Xiaoshan reached out with incredible precision and grabbed the assailant’s wrist.
Without any hesitation, he snapped the man’s wrist.
The man had just shrieked in pain when Zhang Xiaoshan’s other hand delivered a chop to his neck.
He immediately collapsed to the ground, motionless, having been knocked out just like his comrade.
"Such impressive skills."
The leading brawler watched Zhang Xiaoshan with a bit more astonishment in his eyes at this point.
"Buddy, seeing as you’ve got some moves, I assume you’re not a nobody and are also from the underworld. They call me Jinya. Give me some face and stop this," he said.
Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at the brawny man and scoffed.
"Who’s Jinya? I’ve never heard of you. And why should I give you face? Besides, even if I want to leave now, does this Mr. Zhang agree?" he asked.
"You hit me and ruined my good time, and you still want to leave, leave your mom!"
From the ground, Zhang Jian howled in anger and cursed at the brawny man.
"Jinya, why waste words with this punk? Just kill him. And don’t forget, you just took one million in cash from me. If he leaves here alive and leaks this out, both you and I are screwed," he yelled.
Zhang Jian’s words left the once-hopeful brawny man with no other choice.
He was aware of Jiang Man’s identity. Should the incident be exposed, he feared spending a lifetime in prison and knew he would have no peace even there.
"Kid, you’ve brought this upon yourself. If you’re going to blame anyone, blame your bad luck for knowing things you shouldn’t," the brawny man said as he pounced at Zhang Xiaoshan.
This fellow was solidly built with muscles like knots, clearly a practitioner of some sort with no small amount of strength.
He used the Black Tiger Heart Pluck move, aiming straight for Zhang Xiaoshan’s chest.
Zhang Xiaoshan shouted coldly, his leg flying up in a kick.
The kick was swift and reached its target first!
A kick struck the brawny man in the chest.
Though the brawny man weighed at least 200 pounds, he was kicked away like a soccer ball under the force of Zhang Xiaoshan’s foot.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The brawny man was sent staggering back five to six meters, sitting on the ground coughing nonstop, blood trickling from his mouth.
Zhang Xiaoshan’s seemingly careless kick had not only broken two of his ribs but also caused him serious internal injury.
"Who the hell are you?"
From the ground, the brawny man looked up at Zhang Xiaoshan through clenched teeth, puzzled as to how such an expert could appear in a place .
"It’s none of your business who I am."
Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t be bothered with further talk and bent down to pick up Jiang Man and leave.
A sly smile crept onto the face of the brawny man sitting on the ground as he reached toward his lower back.
A short firearm appeared in his hand, with the dark barrel aimed at Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Dammit, die already," he said.
Just as the brawny man was about to pull the trigger, Zhang Xiaoshan kicked off the ground.
The switchblade dropped earlier by one of the thugs was sent flying by his kick.
The switchblade, like a flying sword, streaked through the air at high speed.
A line of blood appeared as the brawny man’s wrist was cut, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.
While screaming in pain, he reached out with his other hand to grab the weapon on the ground.
But by then, Zhang Xiaoshan had already reached him, stepping harshly on the reaching hand and grinding down hard.
The brawny man’s screams were relentless.
After stepping on him several times, the brawny man’s other hand was a bloody mess.
"Dare to pull a gun and ambush me?"
"Let me see you try ambushing me!"
Zhang Xiaoshan, pressing down on the brawny man, unleashed a beating of punches and kicks, leaving him bloodied and incapable of any resistance. The source of thɪs content is 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Boss, boss, I know I was wrong. Please leave, I yield," the severely beaten brawny man begged for mercy, and Zhang Xiaoshan finally stopped.
"And you think you have the skill to lay a hand on me?" Zhang Xiaoshan glanced at the brawny man and once again prepared to leave.
"Kid, don’t think that just because you can fight you can be so arrogant without consequence. Do you think just because you covered your face, I can’t do anything with you? Do you know who I am? I’m the young master of the Zhang Group in Yang City. You messed up my family’s important business; I swear, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find you and make you kneel and beg for my mercy," Zhang Jian, seeing his men beaten and lying on the ground, cursed furiously.
"Are you threatening me?" Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Zhang Jian coldly.
The arrogant Zhang Jian matched him with equal hostility.
"I am threatening you. What can you do to me? Go ahead and kill me today if you dare; if not, I’ll definitely find you. Try me," he challenged.
Zhang Jian was convinced that Zhang Xiaoshan didn’t dare to kill, or else he wouldn’t have held back against the brawny man and the two thugs.
Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment.
Yes, he was wearing a bandage over his face, but he had passed through many intersections on his way here, surely caught by surveillance cameras. The Zhang family was powerful, and if they were really determined to investigate, it was indeed possible they could track him down.
Being wrapped up in the conflicts of such an affluent family, his small frame could end up ground to dust.
But how could he prevent Zhang Jian from coming after him, or better yet, from fearing him?
Suddenly, his gaze flashed, focusing on the bottle of Happy Water and the syringe that Zhang Jian had brought.
A sinister smile appeared on his lips.