Old Deng awakens: He starts by eliminating the yoga pants in the county town!

The bald man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Teach me manners? Who the hell do you think you are!"

He waved his hand.

The three tattooed, burly men behind him picked up empty wine bottles from the nearby table and lunged menacingly toward the sofa.

Several factory managers were so frightened that they scrambled to the side, crouching down with their heads in their hands.

Lin Dawei put down the glass of ice water he was holding.

The tall, sturdy man stood up from the sofa.

The black suit was taut by the muscles of his shoulders, back, and arms, and the shirt collar was slightly open.

He didn't take off his coat, nor did he show any expression.

The first strong man rushed forward the fastest.

The bottle of liquor was raised high and, with a gust of wind, smashed directly at Lin Dawei's face.

Lin Dawei did not back down.

His learned defense and sense of distance had become almost instinctive. He lowered his center of gravity slightly and slid to the left with a standard butterfly step.

The wine bottle slammed heavily against the back of the sofa, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

The strong man used an old move, and his right ribs were completely exposed.

Lin Dawei's left fist was like a cannonball, delivering a powerful jab!

boom!

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Before the burly man could even scream, he instantly curled up like a shrimp, clutching his side, his face drained of all color, and collapsed to his knees with a thud, gagging with his mouth wide open.

"Damn! They've got guts, let's go together!"

Seeing that something was wrong, the other two burly men exchanged a glance and attacked from both sides at the same time.

Lin Dawei pushed off the carpet with his heels and lunged forward.

Instead of dodging, he advanced!

Before the two could close in, he instantly cut into the center line of the burly man on the left.

He bent his right arm into an elbow and took the blow of the opponent's wild punch. Then, he suddenly raised his left knee and slammed it into the opponent's abdomen.

The burly man was sent flying and crashed heavily onto the coffee table, overturning the fruit plate on it.

Only one person remains.

Before he could react, Lin Dawei's large hand had already grabbed his collar.

With a single, powerful thrust of his right arm, his muscles bulged high, he forcefully pulled the nearly 200-pound man off balance, followed by a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw.

boom!

The floor of the private room trembled.

Less than thirty seconds.

The three arrogant and burly men were lying on the ground, groaning in pain, unable to even get up.

The bald man was so frightened that he dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew how capable his men were; they could easily take on three men each when they were guarding a place in a neighboring county.

But now, in front of this man in a black suit, he couldn't even last one round!

"Now, it's your turn."

Lin Dawei flicked the cigarette ash off his cuffs, took long strides, and walked step by step toward the bald man.

Every step felt like stepping on the bald man's heart.

Baldy has been around for so many years, how could he back down?

He suddenly pulled a switchblade from his waist, the blade snapping open and gleaming coldly.

"I'll kill you!"

The bald man roared and thrust his knife straight into Lin Dawei's stomach.

Lin Dawei dodged to the side, his left hand gripping the bald man's wrist, which was holding the knife, with precision like an iron clamp.

Immediately afterwards, he flipped his right hand upwards and forcefully twisted the joint.

Click.

The cracking sound of bones dislocating sends chills down your spine.

The bald man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the switchblade slipped from his hand and fell onto the carpet.

Lin Dawei didn't stop at all. He raised his big leather shoe and kicked the bald man hard in the back of the knee.

thump.

The bald man knelt heavily amidst the shards of glass, his knees immediately pierced and bleeding profusely.

He was in so much pain that his face contorted, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his floral shirt.

Lin Dawei casually grabbed a tissue, wiped his hands, and threw it at the bald man's face.

Throughout the entire process, he acted with great restraint, never resorting to lethal force, yet every move was fatal, turning these local thugs into dead dogs.

The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The factory managers in the corner were swallowing hard, looking at Lin Dawei as if he were a monster.

Zhao Pengfei fiddled with the lighter.

"Hahaha, good, well done..." He laughed extremely arrogantly.

"You dare kick down my private room door!"

Just as the bald man was groaning in pain and preparing to make threats and call for reinforcements.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the marble tile floor came from outside the private room.

Followed by.

A soft laugh, tinged with a touch of languor and mature charm, drifted in.

"Oh dear, what happened?"

"What's with your temper? Are you trying to tear down my 'Nightfall'?"

Before the person even arrived, the delicate fragrance of jasmine perfume wafted into the private room.

Several sharp-looking security guards in black suits pushed open the door and stood on either side.

A woman swayed her hips as she walked in.

She looks to be in her mid-thirties, the age when a woman's charm is at its peak.

She was wearing a dark purple, high-slit velvet cheongsam.

The cheongsam fit her perfectly, outlining her full and proud bust and her breathtaking waist and hip curves.

As she walked, the slit in the hem of her cheongsam vaguely revealed a pair of plump, beautiful legs encased in black flesh-colored stockings.

The woman held a slender cigarette between her fingers, her narrow, fox-like eyes sparkling with a shrewd and sophisticated air.

To be able to afford such a high-end KTV in this neighboring county, one's background must be unfathomable.

She is the owner of "Nightfall," known as Sister Mei.

Mei Jie's gaze swept over the mess on the ground, finally settling on the bald man kneeling on the ground, trembling.

She exhaled a smoke ring, her voice soft yet sharp.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did you drink a few ounces of horse piss? You don't even recognize my sister Mei's place anymore?"

"You come here to cause trouble and try to steal the girl my customer photographed?"

Baldy was in so much pain that he was covered in cold sweat. When he looked up and saw Sister Mei, his arrogance vanished almost instantly.

He gritted his teeth and pointed at Lin Dawei and the others.

"Sister Mei... this clueless out-of-towner stole my pre-selected number 7! And he even assaulted me!"

"fart."

Mei Jie's face turned cold.

"Once you're inside 'Nightfall,' it's all about bidding based on merit. You think you can force yourself on someone who doesn't have the money?"

She walked up to the bald man in her high heels and looked down at him.

"You're breaking my rules!"

"Even if your boss didn't come today, he'd still have to follow my rules here!"

"Now, take your men and get out of here immediately. I'll have someone settle this loss with your boss tomorrow."

The bald man's face turned pale and then red, he was so frustrated he felt like he was about to explode.

But he didn't dare to talk back.

He knew all too well who the powerful figure behind Sister Mei was; if they really angered her, they wouldn't have a place to stand in the neighboring county.

"You guys are ruthless!"

The bald man, helped up by his two henchmen, glared fiercely at Zhao Pengfei and Lin Dawei, and limped out of the private room.

Mei-jie stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray on the table.

He turned his head away.

The coldness on her face instantly transformed into a charming, spring-like smile.

Her gaze swept around the private room, finally settling on Lin Dawei.

He was the only one in the private room who could fight. She knew the character of Hei Zi and his gang; without some skill, they would have suffered a loss long ago.

Not only that.

When she got close, she always felt that this man exuded an attractive aura.