"So, Deputy Director Gou, is it? No offense, but with the trash you've brought, I could take you on with one hand tied behind my back and my feet bound," Yu Daohen said with utter disdain, showing no respect.
This wasn't Yu Daohen boasting. Gou Wang's men were ordinary people, just a bit more muscular. They might scare normal folks, but to people in Yu Daohen's line of work, it was like kicking steel plates for kicks.
Gou Wang looked at Yu Daohen, whose face was as pale as a pretty boy, and sneered inwardly.
The twenty-odd burly men he brought were professionally trained combat masters. They could usually take on ten people at once, so beating one sickly pretty boy would be a piece of cake.
"Don't come begging for mercy later, pretty boy," Gou Wang chuckled, already confident of victory.
Upon hearing the word "pretty boy," Yu Daohen's face immediately darkened.
Biao Tao and Yuan Qinglin, standing beside him, were barely holding back their laughter. "Pretty boy," no one in the martial world dared to speak to Young Master Yu like that. This idiot was the first.
Gou Wang signaled to the men behind him and stepped back.
The twenty-odd burly men nodded upon receiving the instruction and stepped forward, surrounding Yu Daohen three layers deep.
One of the burly men, seeing Yu Daohen's frail appearance, couldn't help but mock, "Pretty boy, should we not hit your face?"
Yu Daohen didn't reply. His fists were already clenched, and he muttered, "I don't like it when people call me pretty boy."
Seeing that the pretty boy was angry, the burly man's words had barely finished, and before a smile could appear on his face, he felt a surge of energy directed at his face.
When the burly man saw clearly, Yu Daohen's fist, the size of a sandbag, was only a centimeter from his face.
*Bang!!*
Yu Daohen's punch sent the burly man flying backward. His nose was bent, blood gushed out, and he flew a good five meters before crashing heavily in front of Gou Wang.
Gou Wang, startled, took a step back and looked at Biao Tao and the other two beside him.
Biao Tao pretended not to see, whistling casually.
The burly men surrounding Yu Daohen had their smiles frozen on their faces.
"What's going on?"
"One punch?"
The burly man who had just been sent flying was considered one of the top experts among them. Yet, he was sent flying so far by a frail pretty boy with a single punch.
Yu Daohen looked at the others, "Anyone else want to make a move?"
The burly men swallowed and retreated one after another. One punch could take down a professionally trained combat expert. Was this something they could handle?
The burly men looked at Gou Wang behind them. Gou Wang's face was expressionless, showing no panic.
The burly men exchanged glances. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, and ants can topple an elephant. No matter how strong this pretty boy was, he couldn't possibly deal with nineteen people at once. Moreover, their boss behind them looked calm, suggesting he had backup.
After hesitating, one of the burly men gritted his teeth and charged forward.
Yu Daohen scoffed and chuckled lightly. The burly man swung his fist, aiming for Yu Daohen's face.
Yu Daohen casually caught the burly man's full-force blow.
The burly man's expression changed drastically as a piercing pain shot through his arm.
Seeing this, the others attacked. Yu Daohen, unfazed by the situation, grabbed the burly man's arm and swung it around.
The burly man was flung into the air by Yu Daohen, knocking back the attackers, and then thrown out again.
The crowd watched this scene, their faces filled with astonishment. Was this still human?
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him a robot. Gou Wang behind them remained as calm as ever.
The burly men retreated to Gou Wang's front.
"Boss, this kid isn't human. We can't deal with him," one of the burly men said.
"Mmm," Gou Wang grunted, his thighs trembling uncontrollably.
What they didn't know was that Gou Wang had been too scared to move since the first burly man was sent flying.
Gou Wang wanted to run, but his body wouldn't move. He could only look pleadingly at Biao Tao beside him.
"Director Biao, can you handle him?"
Gou Wang's tone was pleading, completely lacking his earlier swagger.
"Deputy Director Gou, you're putting me in a difficult position. Besides, I can't beat him either."
Biao Tao looked troubled, but inwardly, he was overjoyed. This idiot deserved to learn that there's always someone better.
Biao Tao winked at Yu Daohen, signaling him to finish it quickly.
Yu Daohen understood what this scoundrel Biao Tao was thinking and immediately stepped forward, clenching his fist and heading towards Gou Wang.
"Brother Yu, I was wrong!!" Gou Wang roared.
Biao Tao nodded with satisfaction. Yuan Qinglin stepped forward and blocked Yu Daohen's incoming fist.
Yu Daohen breathed a sigh of relief. If Biao Tao hadn't signaled for intervention, his punch would have landed squarely on this idiot's face.
Gou Wang was trembling all over, and liquid incontinently flowed from his crotch to the ground.
"Young Master Yu, do me a favor and leave this guy alone," Biao Tao said.
Yu Daohen nodded. So this was what Biao Tao meant by putting on a good show.
"Deputy Director Gou, are we leaving or continuing to pick up the person?" Biao Tao asked Gou Wang, a smile on his face.
Gou Wang's speech was slurred, "Leave, leave~ leave."
Biao Tao nodded with satisfaction. "Old Yuan, help our Deputy Director Gou leave."
Yuan Qinglin nodded, helped the limp Gou Wang to his feet, and walked towards the car.