Huayu98: Starting with mentoring pop divas

Accustomed to women's submissiveness, the few M-husbands were stunned by Rose's explosive behavior.

When they finally realized what was happening and rushed forward shouting, "You filthy woman! You're rebelling!" they discovered that something was wrong.

Marilyn, the one Xiao Wei teased Li Shuo for "potentially being no match for him," was the first to grab a folding chair and stand up, her voice booming.

"Rebel then! I've had enough of you bloodsucking filthy curries!"

After shouting that, he joined the battle.

This action was like lighting a fuse!

Almost simultaneously, Diana, the woman by the window who was rumored to be very good at "arguing," moved, her sharp high heels striking the lower body of the small leader who was struggling to get up and whose head had been blown off by Rose Guitar.

With a scream, the leader knelt down again.

The extent to which Diana's "excess body fat" jiggled wildly showed how heavy that kick was!

However, Li Shuo and Sun Yanzi, who were watching from the corner, couldn't help but exchange a glance, as if they remembered something, and blushed.

"Sisters! Let's kill them!"

Diana's long-suppressed anger erupted instantly, igniting the scene.

A dozen or so women grabbed whatever was at hand: bowls, plates, stools, condiment bottles.

Screaming and cursing, they pounced on the enemy, while those unarmed began scratching, and the scene immediately descended into a chaotic melee.

suddenly!

Li Shuo, who was protecting Xiao Wei and Sun Yanzi, looked at the scene with astonishment and sighed at how terrifying it was when women became ruthless. His eyes suddenly turned cold.

They noticed several men wearing matching black T-shirts ignoring the chaos and rushing straight towards them.

The "VIP Protection Procedure" is an instinctive response among the "Hong Kong Island Flying Tigers" ability rewarded by the system.

He shoved Xiao Wei next to Sun Yanzi and hissed, "Squat down!"

The person was now stuck between the newcomer and them.

His eyes swept across the table, and he grabbed a pair of wooden chopsticks with his right hand and gripped them tightly.

The first person to rush over was preempted by Li Shuo, who precisely grabbed the wrist of the person with his left hand and twisted it at the joint, while simultaneously hooking and kicking the person's weight-bearing leg from a low position.

The moment the other person lost their balance and groaned, the chopsticks in his right hand pierced the nerve under his armpit with precision, like short thorns.

The man felt a numbness on one side of his body and was then twisted and forced to the ground.

The second person was already close enough, looking surprised, and was about to shout, "No..."

Li Shuo gave him no time to react, lifting his arm with his left hand and flicking his right chopsticks upwards with lightning speed, the gathered chopstick tips stabbing into his trachea half an inch below his Adam's apple.

The strike was precise and controlled; the opponent's eyes bulged out, and he staggered backward, clutching his throat with both hands.

Li Shuo stepped forward and delivered a sharp knuckle strike to the side of the neck, ensuring that the man would lose his mobility for a short time.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only a few seconds.

Those who wanted to get closer were startled by his skill and stopped in their tracks.

And then, that was it...

Because Li Mingyao hurriedly pushed through these people and leaned out, followed by an old man in a floral shirt, and then a group of about a dozen people, who had begun to control the chaos at the scene.

The old man in the floral shirt ignored the sporadic fighting behind him. He first stared blankly at the two men lying on the ground groaning, then looked at Li Shuo, who had stopped fighting and stood still, as if to confirm something. Only then did he turn to look at Li Mingyao, his tone strange.

"Mingyao, is this the son you mentioned on the phone, the one who's 'introverted since childhood and unable to protect himself,' the one you told me to bring people to protect?!"

Li Mingyao was also stunned, his mouth agape, unsure of what expression to make.

Li Shuo scratched his head awkwardly: "Sorry, Dad... I thought they were with those 'tooth cage men'..."

Li Mingyao snapped out of his daze, and without asking his son anything, he cleared his throat and introduced, "Li Shuo, call him Grandpa Nian. He helped our family a lot in Singapore..."

He didn't say it explicitly to his son, but the meaning was conveyed.

"Grandpa Nian! Hello!"

Looking at this boy who was just like a "wolf cub," ruthless and vicious, now he greets you politely and respectfully.

The old man walked halfway around, clicked his tongue twice, and teased, "You, as a father, still know your child from when he was wearing open-crotch pants, don't you? That skill... tsk tsk!"

He patted Li Mingyao on the shoulder.

The latter blushed and quickly squatted down to check on the two people on the ground. After confirming that they had only temporarily lost their ability to move and were not seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and apologized.

"Uncle Nian, I'm so sorry, the child was too rough. I'll compensate you for the medical expenses..."

"Alright, alright," the old man waved his hand.

"Indeed, the scene just now frightened the child. Fortunately, he knows what's important. Let's deal with the immediate matter first. There's no need to make a big fuss and call the police."

Looking at the scene again, most of the women had bruises, but nothing serious.

Those Indian men fared worse, their faces bruised and swollen...they were held down by the old man and kicked a few times from time to time.

These are actually just some low-level secret societies and petty thugs.

Here's a joke: Singapore never admits to having any "gangster" forces, but it does have Southeast Asian "associations" and "mutual aid societies" with a large number of long-established Chinese; and the next level down are the "branches" of some global forces.

At the very bottom are these kinds of secret societies and their associates.

"What should we do with these people?" the old man asked Li Mingyao, his eyes glancing at Li Shuo, clearly trying to curry favor.

"Grandpa Nian, thank you for your trouble!" Li Shuo said calmly. "These women were forced into a corner and are rebelling. Please ask your people to let them go."

The old man raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at Li Mingyao.

Li Mingyao nodded slightly.

"Alright, I'll do as your young master Mingyao says." He gestured to his subordinates and released the women to leave.

Li Shuo walked up to Rose and handed her a slip of paper with her contact information written on it.

"Take Xiaowei away from here first and settle her in. Contact me later using this number, and I'll arrange what we discussed before."

Rose took the note, her hands trembling slightly. She had been prepared for the Singapore police to come and arrest her and detain her for a few days.

She never expected that this boy, whom she initially looked down upon, would have such a powerful Chinese force protecting him.

So, were all the things he promised before true?

She thanked him in a low voice first, and after her impulse subsided, she decided to leave this place of trouble first. She was just about to take Xiao Wei's hand and leave.

As a result, Xiao Wei shook her hand and hurriedly ran to Li Shuo's side.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Li Shuo looked at her anxious little face, smiled, and squatted down.

"Why are you only asking my name now?"

Xiao Wei was a little embarrassed.

"Because... I didn't know if I'd ever see you again. I remembered your name, and if I don't see you again, I'll keep thinking about you, which is really annoying!"

The naive yet sensible... straightforward yet pitiful logic softened Li Shuo's heart.

He looked Xiaowei straight in the eye, his tone gentle yet clear.

"Your brother's surname is Li, the Li of the wood radical. His given name is Shuo, the Shuo of the 'sparkling' radical. Okay, you don't need to worry about that anymore. Just remember that. Hurry up and go back with your mother."

Having learned her name, Xiao Wei was satisfied and nodded vigorously.

She left holding her mother's hand, but couldn't help turning back every few steps, her big eyes filled with reluctance, until her figure disappeared into the night outside the food court.

In a short while, the women with disheveled makeup and messy hair left one after another, but their eyes involuntarily drifted toward Li Shuo.

Diana, in her red dress, tossed her loose curls and gave Li Shuo a look that carried a hint of weariness; the plump Marilyn also made no attempt to hide her admiration for the handsome young man, clicking her tongue twice as if she were appreciating something rare.

They knew perfectly well that they could never have any interaction with a young master who clearly came from an extraordinary background.

But... so what? I'll give this handsome young man a flirtatious look, so that he'll at least remember that there used to be a group of people like this here. What's wrong with that!?

Not long after, from the direction of the even-numbered alley across the street, one of the henchmen who had slipped away when he sensed something was wrong led a few more decent-looking Indian men and their men to hurry over.

They were the people who managed the Indian community in this area, and they wanted to get rid of the arrested M men.

The leader stepped forward, intending to negotiate with Uncle Nian.

Just as this group of people entered the food court, Li Shuo's gaze inadvertently swept over several young men who looked like followers behind them, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

One of the familiar mixed-race faces was frantically lowering its head, trying to shrink back.

Damn it! Isn't this the "good friend" who framed him for hiding contraband and then disappeared without a trace?!

So this Raj was hiding in the tooth cage!