72: Chapter 72: Rage (Please Vote and Favorite) 72: Chapter 72: Rage (Please Vote and Favorite) The bald man saw that Monkey had stopped struggling, and he didn’t instruct his men to pull Monkey’s head out from the bucket.
After a little while, the bald man signaled the four middle-aged men to step aside, and he personally grabbed Monkey’s hair, yanking his head out of the wine-filled bucket.
By this point, Monkey was barely clinging to life, with just a breath of air left in his nostrils.
He struggled to open his tightly shut eyes, and his quivering lips were unable to form a single word.
“Slap, slap—” with two slaps, the bald man struck Monkey across the face before revealing a hint of satisfaction.
He reached into Monkey’s pocket, pulled out a wallet, counted the money inside, and cursed discontentedly, “Damn it, turns out he’s a broke bastard; how come there’s only five thousand yuan?”
The bald man, clutching Monkey’s hair, flung him to the ground where Monkey’s head made a “bang—” as it collided with the floor, instantly drawing blood.
“Ptooey—” the bald man looked down at Monkey, who was half-dead, and spat on him, cursing under his breath, “Kid, next time you go out, bring an extra pair of eyes.
If I see you again, I won’t let you off so easily.”
The bald man was about to stuff the stack of five thousand yuan into his pocket, when he suddenly felt his wrist get grabbed, rendering him unable to move.
He sharply turned his head, only to see a handsome man in his mid-twenties standing behind him, the man’s face was an icy mask, and furious flames churned in his dark eyes, making the bald man involuntarily swallow.
The newcomer was none other than Ye Chenfeng!
When he had just stepped into Blue Sky Bar, he happened to witness the bald man tugging on Monkey’s hair, plundering the wallet from Monkey’s pocket.
Does he have a death wish or something?
This isn’t the way to be a hero!”
“He surely doesn’t know of the bald man’s infamy; he’s bound to get beaten into a bloody pulp by the bald man and his crew.”
“It’s been ages since I’ve seen such a violent scene; looks like there’s a good show to watch today.”
The other customers in Blue Sky Bar all thought that Ye Chenfeng was courting death, and they watched with the excitement of onlookers; after all, there are many who love to watch the world burn, especially in a place like a bar.
It took the bald man about ten seconds to realize he had been incredibly embarrassed.
The fair-skinned man in front of him seemed like nothing more than a pretty boy, and, besides, the four guys under his command were skilled fighters from the Dragon Tooth Association, whom he had gone to great lengths to borrow from his brother, the chief of the Dragon Tooth Association, to show off his power.
Just as the bald man was about to scold Ye Chenfeng, there was a “crack, crack—” sound of breaking bones from his wrist.
The noisy music in the bar had already been halted, and the eerie sound was clearly audible, causing many to forget to breathe for a moment.
“Ahhh—” It was only when the bald man let out a heart-wrenching scream from his throat that the silence was shattered.
“Let go of my hand, let go of my hand,” the bald man felt as if his right wrist had been crushed by a speeding train, shattering his bones to dust.
Ye Chenfeng gently released his grip, revealing the bald man’s right wrist transformed into a lump of soft flesh, as if his palm and arm were no longer connected, with the bones at the wrist completely pulverized.
How staggering must Ye Chenfeng’s strength have been?
Adult bones are very hard, normally leading to fractures rather easily, but to reduce an adult’s bones to powder with human strength is exceedingly difficult.
The bald man’s veins bulged with agony, tears welled in his eyes, the pain exceeded anything he could bear, he cried out from his throat, “What are you four standing around for?
Beat him to death, I want to cripple this bastard’s limbs, make it so he can only crawl on the ground for the rest of his life.”
Following the bald man’s pained cry, the four men snapped out of their shock, their fists large as casserole pots swinging towards Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng casually picked up a beer bottle from the table; it shattered over the first man’s head, the man at the forefront saw stars as blood cascaded down his face like a waterfall.
As the second man approached, Ye Chenfeng’s bottle had turned into sharp glass shards from breaking over the first man’s head and plunged directly into the second man’s face.
The sharp glass pierced deep into the flesh of the second man’s face, blinding both eyes, his face a bloody, indistinguishable mush, as he rolled frantically on the ground.
When Ye Chenfeng saw Monkey being treated this way, rage completely filled him; he knew that in Monkey’s heart, he was truly respected as a boss, and Ye Chenfeng likewise saw Monkey as a real brother.
How could Ye Chenfeng not be furious when his brother was bullied to such an extent?
The bloody and violent methods Ye Chenfeng employed floored two men, causing the remaining two to hesitate, their steps halting, fear creeping into their hearts despite their daily existence on the edge of the knife, blood in their mouths.
A cold smile played on Ye Chenfeng’s lips, a smile that felt bone-chilling to anyone who saw it, as though it could freeze their very bodies, sending shivers down their spines.
“Anyone who dares mess with my brother, Ye Chenfeng, will regret being born into this world.”
This time, Ye Chenfeng initiated the attack, charging at the last two hesitant men; in the blink of an eye, he was upon them, executing simple, brutal movements that snapped the remaining two men’s arms and shattered their legs.
Monkey lay on the ground, propped up by a chair behind him, watching his boss Ye Chenfeng avenge him in rage, an indescribable feeling warming his heart, uttering so softly only he could hear, “Boss, boss, I’m just trouble for you, aren’t I?
I thought there was nothing left in this world worth clinging to, I nearly forgot the bond between you and me.”
The bald man and his woman trembled at the sight of Ye Chenfeng’s display of violent beauty, their legs shaking; the bald man even wet himself, his mind blank with fear except for the terror gripping him.
The Blue Sky Bar echoed with agonized screams; Ye Chenfeng showed no mercy to these people, knowing they were the ones who had done this to his brother, Monkey.