Chapter 40 - What is black society

Just now, out of desperate concern for Brother Sun Ming, the man remembered that a group of brothers from their college, who got along very well, were gathering on this bar street to celebrate one called “Brother Fei’s” birthday.

Brother Fei was notoriously known as a “bastard” in their circle, someone who could almost strut around the school as he pleased.

They had a decent relationship with him on regular days.

Now that a brother was in trouble, why not ask for his help?

“Brother, Brother Fei and the others are celebrating his birthday at Infatuation Bar.

I think there are quite a few brothers there, why don’t we call them over?!” The man hastily whispered to Sun Ming with an anxious tone.

Infatuation Bar was located mid-way down bar street, only two or three hundred meters away.

Upon hearing this, Sun Ming immediately regretted: Fuck, I was so panicked that I forgot all about this!

Wouldn’t it be easy to kill this kid with Brother Fei’s help?

His eyes suddenly brightened and Sun Ming’s spirits lifted, his eyes blazing with rage as he stared down Su Xuan, “Kid, think you’re so tough, huh?!

If you’re brave enough, stand there and don’t leave!”

“What’s the matter?

You going to call for backup?” Su Xuan feigned a look of surprise as he turned to Sun Ming.

The shouts of the surrounding brothers grew louder as they yelled at Su Xuan and Lin Mengru, “You sluts, dare to call your men out, both of you just wait for me!”

Lin Mengyao’s brow furrowed even more.

Sun Ming and his crew had a notorious reputation at school for their involvement in all sorts of misdeeds: eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, you name it.

Now that they were talking like this, they were likely going to hassle them to the end.

“Ignore them, let’s get out of here fast,” Lin Mengru said, tugging Su Xuan’s sleeve with a tone of worry.

“Don’t worry, I’m here.” Su Xuan whispered into Lin Mengru’s ear, immediately catching a whiff of her refreshing fragrance.

He spoke with an indifferent tone.

His gaze slipped down her neckline into the deep ravine inside, causing a rush of unnatural excitement down below.

Facing this bunch of school bullies who had refused to grow up, Su Xuan genuinely felt disinterested.

Pointing at Sun Ming, he said, “I was going to spare you, but you insulted her.

That’s your biggest mistake.”

Indeed, no one was allowed to touch the woman Su Xuan wanted to protect, not even verbally disrespectful words— it would be a sure road to their demise.

Su Xuan appeared calm, but inside, rage was building: you’re asking for it, and you can’t blame me for what happens next!

Sun Ming whispered a few words of instruction, and one of the brothers stood up with a vicious look, quickly walked away, and dialed Brother Fei’s number with a serious expression.

“Brother Fei?

It’s Ye Zi.

Sun Ming and I are at Free Mood Bar.

Brother Sun got beaten.

Can you come over?!”

“What?

Sun Ming got beaten?

Who has the guts?

I’ll bring the brothers over right now!”

After hanging up, the man grinned fiercely, walking over and helping Sun Ming to his feet.

Minutes passed without any sign of them, and Su Xuan, growing impatient, glared at Sun Ming and the two other men, “You’re wasting my time, you know?”

No sooner had he spoken than a group of imposing young men burst in through the entrance.

Each was fashionably dressed and didn’t look like the typical professional thugs.

The lead brother was wearing a black floral-patterned jerkin with a thick Platinum chain around his neck.

He had a remarkably muscular build, an intimidating face, and tattoos of complex patterns on his right arm.

“Brother, Brother Fei is here!” One of his excited brothers signaled the group with his hand and quickly said to Sun Ming.

About fifteen or sixteen young men rushed over and quickly surrounded Su Xuan and the others.

Seeing their numbers, Lin Mengru felt a natural dread in her heart.

Watching the young men with a cold look, Su Xuan took Lin Mengru’s hand and said with a firm yet indifferent tone, “Relax, nothing’s going to happen.”

“Okay.” Lin Mengru knew it was impossible to escape now and nodded forcefully, though she couldn’t help but feel fear in her eyes.

“Sun Ming, who hit you?!” A tall man stormed up to the group, asking with a ferocious tone, his wine-red long hair particularly glaring under the bar’s lights.

“Forget asking, I did it.”

Before Sun Ming could respond, Su Xuan patted the man on the back and faced him with a mischievous smile.

“It was this fucker!

He took Brother Sun’s girl and hit him!” One of the men by Sun Ming’s side pointed at Su Xuan and told Brother Fei.

Brother Fei swiftly turned around, “You dare hit my brother?!”

As he spoke, Brother Fei suddenly swung his arm, grabbing hold of Su Xuan’s shoulder with a force that would have had an ordinary person begging for mercy from the pain.

“Quit the bullshit.

Get on with it.”

Su Xuan couldn’t even be bothered to glance at Brother Fei, his shoulder moving ever so slightly before a tremendous force easily broke free from Brother Fei’s hefty grasp.

Brother Fei’s look of shock had barely surfaced when the intense fight erupted once again.

An unexpected battle commenced, and as Brother Fei was attacked, more than ten brothers swarmed towards Su Xuan.

Pushing Lin Mengru aside to keep her from getting hurt, Su Xuan stepped on a square table, leaping lightly as his right foot swept the bottles on the table.

Each bottle flew like a precision-guided missile, scattering the men in disarray.

“University students should study hard instead of learning to fight,” Su Xuan said effortlessly knocking away the four men who lunged at him, gritting his teeth.

The brawl lasted no more than five minutes.

The patrons scattered in every direction, and all that could be seen was one man being attacked by a crowd at the site of the clash; tables and chairs were broken and overturned, accompanied by the constant sound of breaking bottles…

“No, no…” Brother Fei lay on the ground, his neck in the tight grip of Su Xuan, who held a broken bottle in his hand.

The sharp end pointed at Brother Fei’s head, making his face go pale with fright and his body tremble violently.

Of the ten plus young men, several were thrown quite a distance, with the majority lying on the ground near Su Xuan, two of them with bloody, open head wounds.

“When someone calls you, do you just come running?

Don’t you have a brain?” Su Xuan’s anger hadn’t subsided as he calmly asked, frightening Brother Fei into sweating profusely.

Brother Fei’s heart exploded like a nuclear bomb, shaken to his core: Who is this guy?!

His skills are so impressive!

“Are they filming a movie or something?

That lead actor is amazing!

Are they using wires for the fight scenes?” A woman, dressed scantily and drunk, her eyes unfocused, laughed and asked her boyfriend upon seeing the fight.

If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn’t believe what was before them.

Su Xuan alone, surrounded by enemies, managed the fight with ease, as if he was starring in an action movie.

Brother Fei was scared half to death, pleading in a low tone, “Big, Big Brother, I was wrong, it’s my fault for not recognizing a great man, I shouldn’t have come!”

Sun Ming and two brothers huddled in a corner, witnessing everything.

No one dared to make a sound, fearing that Su Xuan would notice them and they would lose their lives.

“How do you suggest we settle this?”

Su Xuan, unrelenting, pressed a beer bottle against Brother Fei’s chest, demanding an answer.

A little more force, and Brother Fei would be reporting to King Yan.

“Big Brother, you say, whatever you say goes!” Brother Fei’s shaky voice answered, full of panic.

Not having thought of a good way to deal with these vermin, Su Xuan tossed away the beer bottle but then noticed men in matching black uniforms closing in from all directions; things were turning sour.

A flicker of surprise in his eyes, Su Xuan guessed in silence: Could these be the reinforcements they called for?

That shouldn’t be, they didn’t look like it.

A middle-aged man nearly one point nine meters tall pushed through the crowd, walking toward Su Xuan with a somber face.

Wearing a florid shirt, his right thumb adorned with a jade ring, his black sunglasses now hanging from his pocket, a Cuban cigar in his mouth, he exuded the air of a leader with each step he took.

“Who’s causing trouble on my turf?” The middle-aged man asked, his short slicked-back hair gleaming, as he calmly scanned the crowd.

Just minutes ago, the boss of the Free Mood Bar had received a call from the manager about a fight breaking out.

Wu, known in the underworld as “Brother Five,” rushed over with a group of enforcers.

“Me.”

Su Xuan replied expressionlessly, meeting Wu’s gaze.

The bystanders took several steps back.

Two men who were regulars at the bar couldn’t help but comment, “That guy’s a goner!

Brother Five is gangland, and he’s wrecked Brother Five’s place.

He’s in deep trouble now!”

“What’s ‘gangland’?” Su Xuan held back a laugh and turned to ask, startling the two men into silence.

Wu didn’t immediately fly off the handle.

Eyeing this young stranger he had never met before, he asked with a cold tone, “Do you know who I am?”

“Sorry, I don’t.”

Su Xuan didn’t give Wu the face he expected, thinking who the hell knows you, do you think you’re a celebrity or something?

The slim male manager hurried over to Wu and quickly briefed him on what had happened.

Wu listened patiently, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Su Xuan.

The rock music in the bar suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere became exceptionally quiet.

Lin Mengru, standing near the bar, hadn’t taken her eyes off Su Xuan for a second, seeing him now as a towering figure in her heart.

“I’ve got the gist of it,” Wu said, discarding his cigar and circling his eyes, “I don’t care what beef you have with each other, but causing trouble on my turf, have you thought about the consequences?”

“I haven’t thought about it,” Su Xuan replied indifferently, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re the boss, right?

I didn’t want to cause trouble; they started it, and I was acting in self-defense.”

Bug-eyed and slack-jawed, Brother Fei, seeing the situation take a turn, had a vile thought and sidled up to Wu, pointing at Su Xuan, his voice full of grievances, “Boss, this kid’s talking nonsense!

He started it, hitting our brother first, and that’s when we fought back!”

“Don’t slander me!” Su Xuan glared at Brother Fei, “Are you trained in Sichuan Opera?

Changing faces so quickly?”

“Stop!”

Impatiently waving his hand, Wu pointed at the scattered chairs and broken glass on the floor, and said with an intimidating tone, “For all this mess, you’ll pay the full price.”

“I don’t have any money.”

Su Xuan’s blunt statement nearly made Wu spew blood, his eyes narrowing with a smirk suggesting a challenge.

“Then you’ll pay with your life!”

Wu’s words resonated with authority, and the enforcers around him, understanding the hidden meaning, six men in black uniforms charged at Su Xuan.

Xingyi Fist felt quite comfortable, and today seemed like another opportunity to practice, Su Xuan thought with a sneer.

“I’m in a good mood, I’ll spar with you guys!”