"That mainland kid… is right here!"
Liao Yifan's father pointed suddenly at Ying Chen, who was sitting beside them.
The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
All eyes were drawn to Ying Chen.
Before, they hadn't thought much of him, but now, upon learning Ying Chen's identity, they found him utterly disagreeable, as if he carried the air of a rustic bumpkin.
"Pah! The Qing Dynasty fell long ago, yet he struts around in that dog-skin outfit! Shameful!"
Someone cursed Ying Chen's ancient attire repeatedly.
"He looks like a decent person, but I never expected him to be so shameless! A punk, he deserves to die in Hong Kong!"
Another person remarked after sizing up Ying Chen's appearance.
More people stared at Ying Chen with hostility, remaining silent.
It was clear that Liao Yifan's father's words had successfully incited a rift between Ying Chen and the local Hong Kong residents.
"Huh? Isn't Zhuang Ruoting sitting next to that kid? Why is the Zhuang family daughter so chummy with a mainland kid?"
Someone noticed Zhuang Ruoting's presence and questioned.
"Don't you know? Zhuang Ruoting went to the mainland two years ago to study history and archaeology! She abandoned her studies at a perfectly good university in Hong Kong to go to the mainland. What good universities could there be on the mainland!"
"Oh, that explains it. The Zhuang family has produced an ungrateful wretch!"
In a few words, Zhuang Ruoting was branded an "ungrateful wretch."
"Ruoting, why aren't you coming over quickly? It's not too late to turn back now! Otherwise, you'll die with us!"
Liao Yifan shouted at Zhuang Ruoting.
Zhuang Ruoting felt a pang of sorrow and amusement. "Turn back? What have I done wrong? Why should I turn back? I'm just with a friend! I'm sorry, I haven't done anything wrong. The ones who did wrong are you! You're the ones who need to turn back!"
As soon as Zhuang Ruoting spoke, the expressions of everyone present changed.
Zhuang Ruoting, already branded as an ungrateful wretch, was now thoroughly solidified in that role!
Even Li Fengcheng frowned and said, "Isn't that the Zhuang family's daughter? What, is she involved in this matter too?"
Liao Yifan's father nodded without hesitation. "It was the Zhuang family's daughter who led that mainland kid to my home! I don't know if she's involved, but I do know her relationship with that mainland kid is unusual. For that mainland kid, she even wanted to break off our engagement!"
"Is that so?" Li Fengcheng's eyes flickered.
Unsure of what he was thinking, he finally waved his hand. "Another foolish girl infatuated with love. Never mind her. Since that mainland kid is present, let's deal with him first!"
A flicker of disappointment crossed Liao Yifan's father's face.
He had originally intended to use this opportunity to punish Zhuang Ruoting, and preferably, to punish the Zhuang family and gain some benefits from them.
He hadn't expected Li Fengcheng to dismiss Zhuang Ruoting so casually, nor to have labeled her as a "foolish girl infatuated with love," effectively helping her escape blame.
If not for the significant age gap between them, Liao Yifan's father couldn't help but suspect some illicit connection!
"Mr. Huo, I apologize for our previous argument regarding the golden jade robe. Please let me handle this, as a way to atone for my mistakes!" Huo Sheng said to Li Fengcheng with a hint of apology.
Then, he snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a middle-aged man silently appeared beside Huo Sheng.
"This is Instructor Lang, from our Huo family's Jingwu Guard."
"Master Lang is proficient in Southern fist techniques, his boxing skills have reached the pinnacle of perfection. With him taking action, success is assured."
Huo Sheng introduced the middle-aged man.
Li Fengcheng glanced at the middle-aged man with surprise. "So this is the famous instructor of the Jingwu Guard! A pleasure to meet you. The Jingwu Guard, as the Huo family's private force, has always been renowned. Their instructors are naturally not ordinary individuals. However, even Grandpa Hong was no match for that mainland kid…"
Before Li Fengcheng could finish, Master Lang spoke. "Mr. Li, you are not in our line of work, and you may not know a saying in our profession: 'Fists fear the young.' While Grandpa Hong is a martial arts titan, he is old, and his stamina is not what it used to be. Someone he couldn't defeat, I might be able to."
"From now on, Mr. Li, just sit back and enjoy the show!"
With that, Master Lang's body moved.
Like a cannonball fired from its barrel, he boomed forward and landed in front of Ying Chen!
The floor of the venue trembled slightly.
This move instantly earned thunderous applause.
Everyone looked at Master Lang with anticipation, hoping he would decisively deal with Ying Chen, crush the mainland kid's arrogance, and boost Hong Kong's morale!
"Are you going to crawl over and apologize to Mr. Huo and Mr. Li yourself? Or should I break all your bones and drag you there?"
"I'll give you three seconds!"
"If you don't answer in three seconds, I'll choose for you!"
Saying that, Master Lang held up three fingers.
He made a counting gesture.
Ying Chen looked at Master Lang with a faint smile and suddenly asked, "Do you have a phone?"
Master Lang looked bewildered and instinctively replied, "No. Why do you ask?"
"It's nothing. I just suggest you take a picture of your confident expression now, so you can compare it to your tearful appearance later."
*Whoosh!*
Anger surged through Master Lang instantly.
"You're seeking death!"
"Let me tell you, I've never cried in my life! I didn't before, and I won't in the future!"
However, just as Master Lang finished speaking, a crisp *snap* was heard.
The sound was so clear that everyone in the venue heard it distinctly.
Just as everyone wondered if someone's chair had broken, they heard Master Lang suddenly cry out in agony.
Upon closer inspection, everyone gasped.
The three fingers Master Lang had held up to count were all bent backward, dangling to the side of his hand like three limp noodles.
They looked horrifyingly grotesque.
Most importantly, aside from the sound of bone breaking, no one present, including Master Lang himself, saw when or how Ying Chen had made his move!
"Huh? Not crying yet?"
"Seems like it wasn't enough force. I need to increase the intensity."
Ying Chen looked at Master Lang and murmured to himself.
Then, Ying Chen reached out, and in Master Lang's terrified eyes, grabbed his entire arm.
With a gentle tug!
Master Lang's entire arm instantly emitted cracking sounds and shattered inch by inch!