Chapter 151: Let's See Who's Tougher
In an instant, Zhang Yang's body was already in front of Lei Tianming. With a twist of the wrist, Lei Tianming let out a pig-like scream as the phone fell from his hand and into Zhang Yang's.
Zhang Yang twisted his arm backward, tossed the phone to the delighted Yang Jing, then drove his knee forward, pinning the tall and muscular Lei Tianming face-down on the sofa amid the screams of countless girls.
His face was pressed against the sofa, unable to move an inch.
"You idiot, kill him!" Lei Tianming screamed in pain, but instead of remorse, he shouted for the two lackeys who came with him to help.
At his call, the two immediately reacted—each grabbed a bottle and, amid the girls' screams, swung it straight at Zhang Yang's head.
But Zhang Yang's reflexes were too sharp for that. He released Lei Tianming, sidestepped, and one of them smashed the bottle against the marble table instead.
"Crack!" The glass shattered everywhere, triggering an even louder chorus of screams from the girls.
"Stop fighting!"
"Go call security!"
The other one swung down too, but Zhang Yang twisted his arm, redirecting the blow right onto the already slumped Lei Tianming, making him howl in agony again.
The one with the bottle froze in shock, and Zhang Yang slammed his fist into his nose. The man instantly blacked out, spun around, and came to with blood gushing from his nostrils.
"You son of a bitch!" The guy who'd broken the bottle wasn't scared in the slightest—if anything, he got more vicious, gripping the jagged neck of the bottle and lunging at Zhang Yang. "Die!"
Judging by his expression, he didn't care if someone died. In a flash, Zhang Yang swung a precise, ruthless side kick right into his neck.
Crack. The man's whole body twisted sideways, crashing hard onto the marble table, shards of glass embedding into his face.
"Aaaah!" This time he actually felt the pain, slapping the table as he screamed in misery.
Lei Tianming froze at the sight—he hadn't expected Zhang Yang to fight this well. He'd thought the three of them could easily humiliate him, but instead…
Just as he was about to make a run for it, Zhang Yang turned around, grabbed his ear, and kneed him square in the balls. As he doubled over in pain, Zhang Yang slammed his head down onto the cold marble table.
"Ah…" The icy surface made him howl. He gritted his teeth and yelled at Zhang Yang, "Do you even know who I am?!"
Zhang Yang glanced at him but said nothing, slapping him across the face.
"I'll kill you!"
Zhang Yang slapped him again!
Lei Tianming immediately shut up, lying there and muttering coldly, "You'd better let me go. We can talk this out."
"Let you go? Weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?" Zhang Yang sneered. "A PhD, a company president—what's the difference between you and a thug?"
Realizing the situation, Lei Tianming finally understood that Zhang Yang was no ordinary fighter. He wasn't stupid, but in front of so many people—especially Yang Jing and their classmates—he couldn't afford to lose face.
"I'm already backing off! If you don't let me go, don't think you'll walk out of the capital alive."
"Oh yeah? Then I'd love to see how you'll stop me." Zhang Yang tightened his grip, making Lei Tianming's face contort in pain.
Pinned beneath the table, Lei Tianming's veins bulged as he groaned, "What do you want before you'll let me go?"
"Simple. Apologize to Sister Yang Jing."
Hearing Yang Jing's name, Lei Tianming immediately reacted and shouted, "Junior, tell Zhang Yang to let go! Don't blame me if things get ugly—ah!"
Before he could finish, Zhang Yang tightened his grip again, and Lei Tianming let out another ear-piercing scream…
Just then, the door burst open. The bar's security guards, along with five or six young men who looked like rich kids, rushed in. A man who seemed to be the bar manager shouted, "Stop!"
Seeing them, Lei Tianming cried out as if he'd just seen his saviors, "Help me!"
Zhang Yang realized these guys were probably his backup—and they didn't look easy to deal with.
"Stop me?" Zhang Yang grabbed half of a broken bottle from the floor and pressed it lightly against Lei Tianming's neck. "Apologize first!"
"You little bastard!" Before the guards could speak, one of the newcomers—a short guy wearing a blazer and a gold chain—shouted, "Let Lei go right now!"
As he spoke, he raised a full beer bottle and charged. Before he got close, Zhang Yang kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying out the door with the bottle still in hand. He landed with a loud thud, writhing in pain and unable to get up.
"Apologize!" Zhang Yang roared, truly furious this time. He twisted harder, Lei Tianming's elbow nearly snapping, veins popping out on his forehead as his joints made sickening cracking sounds.
Seeing this, Yang Jing quickly shot Zhang Yang a look, hinting that it was enough, before things escalated further.
But Zhang Yang's stubborn streak had kicked in. Seeing that Lei Tianming still looked defiant, he prepared to tighten his grip again.
"Alright, young man, that's enough. Don't go too far." From among the group, a man in his forties with a buzz cut stepped forward. His voice was calm but sharp. "Let him go."
Zhang Yang glanced at him and immediately recognized his type—someone like Chen Tianxiong. A powerful aura radiated from him; his eyes looked dull but were actually razor-sharp.
But once Zhang Yang's temper flared, no one—not even Yang Jing—could stop him, let alone a stranger.
"I'll count to three. If you don't apologize, I'll open a skylight in your head… One…" Zhang Yang slowly raised the broken beer bottle, glaring fiercely at Lei Tianming as he spoke word by word.
"You bastard! You've got guts! You won't even give Brother Wang face!" another spoiled brat barked, reaching inside his jacket for something.
But "Brother Wang" stopped him with one hand, his cold eyes fixed on Zhang Yang. "Kid, is this really necessary? It's just an apology. I'll count to three too. If you don't let go, don't blame me for what happens."
Zhang Yang sneered. "Two…"
"One… Two…"
"Then accept your fate." As Zhang Yang said the word "Two," he lifted his hand and thrust downward.
"I'll apologize! I'll apologize!" Before the sharp glass could touch him, Lei Tianming completely broke down, sobbing and screaming, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"I'm trash! Junior, I shouldn't have harassed you! Tell Zhang Yang to spare me!"
Everyone in the bar was stunned, staring blankly at the snot-and-tear-covered Lei Tianming. The usually arrogant man looked utterly pathetic.
Even Brother Wang froze—he hadn't even finished his count. Now the man he'd come to protect had already surrendered before "Three." His face turned stiff. He didn't even know whether to finish the count or not.