Chapter 152: This Guy Is Vicious
Hearing that, Zhang Yang finally let out a slight sigh of relief and slowly lowered the broken beer bottle. When he'd raised it earlier, he hadn't known whether he would actually stab down or not—maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. Who could say?
Either way, he knew both outcomes. If he crippled the guy, there was no way he'd walk out of the capital unscathed. But if he didn't… then he'd be a coward.
Lei Tianming, now free, said nothing and stormed out with his head down. Zhang Yang glanced at Yang Jing, exhaled deeply, and said, "Let's go."
He reached out, took her hand, and headed for the door.
"Stop right there…" As they reached the entrance, that "Brother Wang" and several rich kids slowly surrounded them. The buzz-cut middle-aged man fixed his eyes on Zhang Yang and said coldly, "Not bad, you've got guts. But making trouble in my place—don't you think that's a little disrespectful to me?"
Zhang Yang sneered and shot back, "Is that so? Then tell me—when my sister was being harassed by some unrelated bastards in your place, didn't you have a responsibility to stop it? Did you?"
"You little punk, how dare you talk to Brother Wang like that?" The guy Zhang Yang had kicked earlier suddenly jumped up again, somehow finding an iron pipe from somewhere and running toward him.
Without a word, he swung the pipe down at Zhang Yang.
Before it could land, Zhang Yang, right in front of Brother Wang, snapped his leg out and kicked him again—sending him and the pipe flying out the door before the swing could even fall.
"Bang! Clang!"
The man hit the ground hard, the pipe clattering beside him. He didn't move again.
"Good. Very good." Brother Wang actually smiled instead of getting angry. He clapped lightly and said, "Nice skills."
Then his eyes sharpened, locking onto Zhang Yang. His tone turned cold. "You served in the army?"
Zhang Yang gave him a glance but didn't answer directly. "Didn't you?" he countered.
"Hmph. Since you know, you still dare to act wild in front of me? Arrogant kid. If you want to walk out of here today, fine—draw a line for me first."
Zhang Yang looked at him indifferently and replied, "Who the hell are you? I don't have time to mess around with you."
"Mess around?" Brother Wang's expression turned cold. His fists clenched under his sleeves, ready to strike—but before he could move, a series of screams and the sound of tables being overturned came from outside.
"You bastard, Zhang Yang! Get out here!"
It was Lei Tianming's voice. A moment later, seven or eight thugs carrying machetes stormed in behind him. Like a cornered beast, Lei Tianming waved his blade and roared, "Kill him!"
The rich kids in the room suddenly looked thrilled, while Brother Wang frowned slightly. A security guard leaned close to whisper, "What should we do?"
"What should we do?" Brother Wang sneered. "None of them are good people. We'll just sit back and watch the show."
The whole room erupted into chaos. The girls who had come with Yang Jing screamed, while the rich second-gens who knew Lei Tianming started cheering.
"Cut that bastard down!"
"Beat him to a pulp! Let's see him act tough now!"
Surrounded by so many supporters, Lei Tianming completely forgot his earlier humiliation. Brandishing his machete, he shouted at Zhang Yang, "You son of a bitch, kneel to your grandpa!"
Zhang Yang tightened his fists slightly. He wasn't afraid of the fight—he was worried about Yang Jing getting hurt. The only option was to take out the leader first. Once Lei Tianming was down, the rest would be easy.
But before he could move, a mocking voice rose from behind Lei Tianming's crowd.
"What the hell is this? A bunch of cowards bullying an outsider? You call yourselves men of the capital? You're an embarrassment, damn it."
Lei Tianming froze, furious at the taunting tone. He turned and shouted, "Who the hell said that? Get out here!"
"Your grandpa did. What now?"
As soon as Lei Tianming finished yelling, a thin, frail young man swaggered out of the crowd, holding a beer bottle. His eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and there was mockery and disdain written all over his face.
"You little punk, you tired of living? Get lost!" Lei Tianming barked. The kid looked barely seventeen or eighteen—clearly drunk and looking for trouble.
One of Lei Tianming's men nudged him in the ribs and whispered, "Young Master Lei, that's the useless one from the Li family—Li Momo. We should be careful."
"The Li family?" Lei Tianming rubbed his eyes and looked more carefully at the scrawny youth. His heart sank. Shit, it really was him. Of all people to run into—it had to be this bastard. The Li family wasn't someone he could afford to cross. Even if this Third Young Master Li was considered a useless waste, he was still a Li.
The Lei family had some power, sure—but compared to the Li family, they were nothing. In truth, the Lei family might throw their weight around locally, but the Lis? In the entire capital—hell, in all of Huaxia—one stomp of their foot could make the whole country tremble.
And this guy was the Li patriarch's third grandson, the child of his second son. Word was, he was unloved by both parents and had no interest in family affairs, living a life of booze and women—one of the capital's infamous "Four Wastes." But still… what the hell was someone like him doing here?
Sure, this bar was well-known, but for the Lis, it was hardly high-class enough.
"Oh, so it's Third Young Master Li. To what do we owe the honor?" Lei Tianming tried to test the waters, unsure if the kid was genuinely here to cause trouble or just acting on a whim.
"What, I just don't like what I see. Got a problem?" Third Young Master Li swayed slightly, beer bottle in hand, sneering. "If you've got balls, fight one-on-one. Ganging up like a pack of dogs? Pathetic."
Damn it, he's clearly here to stir shit up!
Lei Tianming was miserable. When had he ever offended this little ancestor? He wouldn't dare mess with anyone from the Li family—useless or not.
The old man Li was known for being extremely protective. Cross one of his grandsons, and he'd wipe out your entire family without blinking.
"Third Young Master, you didn't see what happened earlier. That bastard over there tried to kill me! I can't just let that slide, can I? You've got to understand my position." Lei Tianming tried to sound as respectful as possible.
"Understand your ass. You ruined my drinking mood, so now I'm butting in. What are you gonna do, bite me?" Third Young Master Li glared, leaving no room for negotiation.