Chapter 66 - War God

Luo Yang asked Zhu Li to pass the bank card number to Wu Desheng, and within a moment, Wu Desheng had transferred 100,000 yuan into Zhu Li’s bank account.

After settling the account, Wu Desheng even put aside his phone, which showed the raging fury in his heart.

“Kid, the sight of 100,000 yuan is like sighting your own coffin!

I’m going to knock out at least a set of your teeth!

I’ll teach you how to behave!”

With that, Wu Desheng gave Lu Jing a look, signaling him to attack first.

Lu Jing had long wanted to cripple Luo Yang.

With a leap, his left foot touched down, and his right foot kicked diagonally towards Luo Yang’s head.

Had both Wu and Lu attacked together, Luo Yang would have been cautious, but with Lu Jing attacking alone, it was like sending a lamb into the tiger’s den—and Luo Yang happily welcomed it.

Luo Yang dodged the kick, closed the distance, and grabbed Lu Jing’s right leg with both hands, while using his left foot to block Lu Jing’s left leg, forcing him into an unnatural split.

Concentrating his force in his palms, he slapped both sides of Lu Jing’s temples with a thunderous sound.

Lu Jing’s head twisted sideways, and he fainted on the spot.

“Wow!”

The onlookers let out a simultaneous exclamation of amazement.

That single move had felled Lu Jing, and it was unclear whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing how formidable Luo Yang was, Wu Desheng thought in shock, “Ah!

This is terrible!

This young man is too strong!” He gasped in a breath of cold air.

But then he thought, “How can I boost another’s morale and undermine my own spirit?

I’m big and strong, why should I be afraid of him?!”

Even as he psyched himself up, he still couldn’t calm down.

His hand didn’t shake, but his heart grew timid.

Seeing Luo Yang’s composed and confident gaze, Wu Desheng felt even more intimidated and didn’t dare to rush forward.

Instead, he circled Luo Yang until he reached his back, thinking it was too good an opportunity to miss.

With a loud roar, he pounced, intending to bear-hug him.

Even if he couldn’t take him down, he would hold on tight.

As long as he didn’t let go, he would remain undefeated.

Anxiously, An Yuying, worried that Luo Yang would get hurt, blurted out without thinking, “Niu Zai, be careful!”

Before she finished speaking, Wu Desheng had already closed in on Luo Yang, arms wide to execute a big bear hug.

A moment later, and just in time.

Luo Yang swiftly squatted down to evade Wu Desheng’s bear hug, first slamming his left elbow into his lower abdomen, and then striking with his right elbow, making him cry out with both hits.

Without giving Wu Desheng a chance to catch his breath, Luo Yang half-turned while crouching and hammered his fist into Wu Desheng’s stomach with a thud, pouring all his strength into the punch.

After the strike, Wu Desheng staggered backwards until he collided with the cement parapet surrounding the dance floor, finally sitting down with a thud, sputtering white foam from his mouth, his face pale, clearly hanging onto half a life.

Luo Yang casually walked up to Wu Desheng, looked down at him, and said indifferently, “Thanks for the 100,000 yuan.

Let’s play again sometime.”

All Wu Desheng could do was spit out white foam, with no opportunity to retort.

Then, several young men came up to help Wu Desheng and Lu Jing, meekly exiting the bar.

The sound of a car was heard outside the door, which gradually faded, indicating they had left.

Zhu Li watched Luo Yang intently, her mind full of thoughts, thinking, “This young man is amazing!

Even I, Uncle Zhu, must admit defeat.

Even if my leg wasn’t injured, at most I could only tie with Niu Dali.

He took down Niu Dali so easily, I’m definitely not his match.

It must be fate that led me to meet him.

Ever since my leg was injured, people on the streets have been challenging me, and if this young man hadn’t shown up, I would have been in a tough spot.”

With that thought, her gaze softened even more as she looked towards Luo Yang.

“Lili, what are you staring at so intently?” Chen Jie nudged Zhu Li, giggling playfully.

Coming back to her senses, Zhu Li’s cheeks flushed slightly.

She gave Chen Jie an annoyed glance before she gracefully stood up, gently clapped her hands, and congratulated Luo Yang.

“Come, let’s talk in the private room,” Zhu Li invited.

Immediately after, Luo Yang, along with An Yuying and Qin Piao, went upstairs.

Having seen Luo Yang’s superb skills, Qin Piao couldn’t help but praise softly, “Niu Zai, you were awesome!”

Luo Yang smiled without a word, as An Yuying eagerly reached out to hold his hand.

Luo Yang glanced at her and then firmly took her hand, leading her up to the second floor.

Inside the private room, Zhu Li personally poured red wine for Luo Yang and asked An Qin and the other what they would like to drink.

They said anything was fine, so she also poured a glass of red wine for each of them.

“Niu Zai, congratulations on making 100,000 yuan.” Zhu Li raised her glass.

“Sister Kick, you’re part of this too,” Luo Yang said with a smile.

“No.

That’s your money.

Give me your account number, and I’ll transfer it to you,” Zhu Li said earnestly.

Luo Yang knew that she was generous and not one to dawdle.

Besides, she was a member of the Zhu Family, one of the three major families, so she wasn’t short of money.

He let her transfer the money into An Yuying’s account.

After the transfer, Zhu Li asked Qin Piao a few questions and told her to come work at the bar in the evening.

At that time, Tang Guihua called Luo Yang to discuss partnering in opening a clinic.

Luo Yang then said goodbye to Zhu and Chen.

As they left the bar, An Yuying was still excited, holding onto Luo Yang’s hand all the while.

“Niu Zai, do you know that while you were fighting with them, my heart was about to leap out?” An Yuying said coquettishly.

“Where did your heart leap to?” Luo Yang turned his head to glance at An Yuying’s chest and teased with a laugh.

“I’m not talking to you anymore.

You’re making fun of me.

I really care about you.

Hmm, you’re still laughing.

I’ll hit you.” An Yuying waved her small fists and lightly punched Luo Yang’s shoulder.

Qin Piao saw this and felt a twinge of envy, thinking: “He and An Yuying are really well-matched.

If only I hadn’t been married!

This young man is so charming!

Ah, would he want me?

But then again, even though I’ve been married, I haven’t had children yet.”

With that thought, she also wanted to reach out and grasp Luo Yang’s other hand.

Luo Yang first dropped off Qin Piao at her home, since she had to work at the bar later that night.

Afterward, he took An Yuying to Tang Guihua’s place to discuss the details of opening their clinic.

Once at Guihua’s home, the three of them had an in-depth discussion about the clinic.

It was then that Luo Yang’s phone rang.

“Only you, can take me to get the Journey to the West…”

The message was from Hong Jiaxin, which read: “Luo Yang, you have a night study session later, don’t be late.

I suggest you come early.”

As Luo Yang was reading the message, An Yuying also came over to look.

Seeing the content, she figured it must’ve been from Luo Yang’s class monitor.

“Niu Zai, she seems to care a lot about you,” An Yuying said with pursed lips.

“She’s responsible for tutoring me,” Luo Yang replied with a smile.

“I can tutor you too.

Is she very pretty?” An Yuying inquired with interest.

Before Luo Yang could answer, Tang Guihua butted in with a laugh: “Niu Zai, your wife is getting jealous.”

Over the past few days, An Yuying had indeed taken a liking to Luo Yang, and their relationship was very close, albeit not yet public.

“Guihua, who’s getting jealous?

It’s his choice who he hangs out with.

What can I do about it?” An Yuying retorted with a blushing face.

“Yuying, don’t tell me you’re engaged to Niu Zai?” Tang Guihua teased.

“I’m not talking nonsense with you anymore.

Always making jokes at my expense.

I’m a serious person,” An Yuying protested, her pretty face blushing so much it looked as if it might drip water.

Meanwhile, Luo Yang took the opportunity to reply to Hong Jiaxin’s message, saying he wouldn’t be late.