Ouyang Xiaoya saw that there were more than a dozen of them on the other side, while Lin Hai was alone. She couldn't help but grab his arm and whispered, "Lin Hai, don't be impulsive."

After speaking, she involuntarily looked towards Wang Dajun.

In her mind, Wang Dajun's abilities were very formidable; he's an elite from the special forces, after all. Taking on more than a dozen hoodlums single-handedly would be a walk in the park for him.

This action brought the infuriated Lin Hai back to his senses.

"With so many people, I can't let anger cloud my judgment and expose my strength." Lin Hai knew that if he showed his skills, it would probably shock ordinary people, so he was internally deliberating.

Wang Dajun felt CEO's gaze, slowly rolled up his sleeves, preparing to make a move, but he was really reluctant. Why should he help that Old Limp Man and the little waste?

But the CEO's eyes carried a hint of pleading; if he pretended to be dumb on purpose, he would leave a bad impression in President Ouyang's heart. Therefore, Wang Dajun was preparing to step in, though he planned to be slow, to let the Old Limp Man suffer a bit and to irritate Lin Hai along the way.

"Old Limp Man, lick it, damn it."

Brother Long viciously kicked the Old Limp Man once more.

Lin Hai's eyes filled with unmatchable fury; if it wasn't for the need to conceal his identity, he would have crushed "Brother Long's" head right now.

The Old Limp Man shakily struggled to get up, asking in a low and humble tone, "Brother Long, please show some mercy, I beg you to show some mercy."

"Mercy your mom, kneel down and kowtow to me right now," Brother Long's arrogant and overbearing voice grated on the ears.

Lin Hai couldn't hold back anymore; in order not to reveal his strength, he grabbed a beer bottle in front of him and rushed towards Brother Long.

"F*ck your damn grandpa!"

With a roar, cursing, Lin Hai's hand, holding the beer bottle, did not hesitate to smash it onto Brother Long's head, followed by fiercely stabbing the broken bottle neck into Brother Long's thigh.

Suddenly, a scream like a pig being slaughtered filled the air.

Ouyang Xiaoya was stunned; she did not expect Lin Hai to really dare to make a move, and to do so impetuously and violently.

The cool tea girl, with tears in the corner of her eyes, froze when she saw Lin Hai's face clearly, muttering to herself, "Big Brother, it's Big Brother."

"F*ck, dare to touch me, get him!" Brother Long, clutching his bleeding head and thigh, pointed at Lin Hai and hollered at his underlings.

The underlings hesitated for a moment but then revealed ferocious expressions. In their eyes, Lin Hai was just one person, and they were more than a dozen strong; they could easily overwhelm him.

"Get him, how dare you touch Brother Long."

The hoodlum with dyed white hair, who was wearing ear hoops, charged at the forefront.

"Get your mom's B."

Lin Hai picked up a stool and, as that hoodlum charged at him, swung it forcefully onto the other guy's head.

With a thud, the stool split in two, and the hoodlum screamed miserably, collapsing to the ground, with blood spraying wildly.

Several hoodlums who were about to charge froze, thinking sh*t, this guy is so vicious.

Lin Hai didn't care at all what others thought; he just wanted to vent the rage in his heart.

The instructor he had admired the most was being bullied by a group of hoodlum scum; how could he bear it? How could he stand it?!

Another hoodlum, with a stroke of luck thinking, sneaked up behind Lin Hai, and smashed a beer bottle down hard.

"Lin Hai, watch out!" Ouyang Xiaoya cried out in alarm, trying to warn him.

The beer bottle shattered on Lin Hai's back.

Yet Lin Hai remained unfazed, swiftly turning around and grabbing the hoodlum with one hand, picking up a big bowl from the table and smashing it onto the hoodlum's head until the attacker went limp.

Wang Dajun was dumbfounded too; it was obvious that Lin Hai didn't know much kung fu, but this relentless ferocity in a fight was surprisingly unexpected.

The remaining few hoodlums looked at each other unsurely, hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "Let's all go at him together, take him down; we outnumber him."

Lin Hai, fearless, watched as the remaining thugs, brandishing various weapons, rushed towards him. He grabbed a wine bottle with one hand and swung it furiously.

The sound of the breaking wine bottle echoed continuously, accompanied by the screams of the thugs.

Someone managed to land a hit on Lin Hai; he allowed it deliberately. He wanted to fight like an ordinary man, not caring about the wounds on his body, seeking only to vent the boundless anger within his heart.

Crack—

The last thug screamed as he fell to the ground, clutching his head and rolling back and forth.

Lin Hai snorted coldly, shook off the glass shards from his hair, lit a cigarette in his mouth, and walked silently towards Brother Long.

The spectating crowd seemed infected by Lin Hai's passion, causing an uproar, unanimously praising him: "Keep it up, young man! We support you!"

"Well fought, I've long found these scumbags detestable."

Ouyang Xiaoya gazed at Lin Hai's retreating figure, especially that dominant side of him, plus the arrogant gesture of lighting a cigarette after knocking down his opponent. She found it incredibly cool and had never imagined that Lin Hai could possess such a purely masculine and fiery side.

The cool tea girl watched Lin Hai, tears silently streaming down her face as memories flooded back like the tide to the days when she was an orphan on the streets, towards her big brother who fearlessly protected her from other bigger kids.

"He's still here, he's still alive, right in front of me," the cool tea girl sobbed, yet her heart was overjoyed.

Old Limp Man muttered to himself, "It's over, it's all over, alas, young man, how could you..."

Mid-sentence, Old Limp Man, upon seeing Lin Hai's face clearly, was at a loss for words, his murky eyes shining with disbelief, frozen on the spot.

"Instructor, we'll talk in a bit, let's handle the last guy first."

Finishing his words, Lin Hai walked straight towards Brother Long, looking down at him.

"Big Brother, let's talk this out. I was blind, offended you, please let me go," Brother Long, now scared silly, had never seen someone fight so recklessly.

Lin Hai, wordless, dragged a crate of beer beside him, pulled out the first beer bottle, and aimed it at Brother Long.

"Big Brother, I was wrong. Please, for the sake of the Sky Wolf Gang, let me off as if I were nothing," Brother Long was genuinely terrified, seeing the murderous intent in Lin Hai's eyes.

"Were you acting tough just now?"

With a thud, the beer bottle crashed on Brother Long's head, spraying blood, followed by repeated screams.

Picking up the second beer bottle from the crate, Lin Hai shouted, "You dare touch my instructor?"

Thud—

The beer bottle shattered on cue, Brother Long's head soaked red with blood, desperately pleading, "Please, Sir, have mercy, have mercy."

"F*ck you, how dare you touch my instructor!" Lin Hai bellowed and another beer bottle broke on Brother Long's head.

"Damn you, daring to show off and move against my instructor!"

Lin Hai roared once more, beer bottles continually crashing down.

Thud—

A beer bottle fell

Crack—

Another beer bottle came crashing down

Thud—thud—

Yet more beer bottles fell

Brother Long's cries of agony became fainter and fainter...

Over twenty beer bottles were methodically smashed on Brother Long's head with each swing of Lin Hai's arm.

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