Chapter Sixteen: The Battle for Bodyguards

  Listening to what they said, does this mean we should make way for them? Ma Tong furrowed his brow and thought to himself: If the other party is really Ling Wanqing's younger brother and can discuss things with me properly, then I would be considered a friend of Ling Wanqing's, so I should give him some face. Anyway, my brothers and I have already eaten our fill, but listening to what that guy said, there isn't even a hint of intention to negotiate with us. If I were to yield, wouldn't that make my brothers feel disheartened?

  Just as Ma Tong was hesitating, a loud cry of "Ah!" suddenly came from outside the room. Then Ma Tong saw Yu Bu Sheng, who had gone to the bathroom because he had drunk too much, stumble into the room and heavily bump into another brother who was swaying back and forth while offering a toast to Lü Da Hai. In an instant, the two of them fell to the ground in a heap, rolling around like a tumbleweed, utterly disheveled!

  Ma Tong suddenly stood up and rushed to their side, holding one person in each hand and helping them up: "What's wrong, Notwin?"

  Yu's face was flushed with shame, and it took her a while to catch her breath. She said dejectedly: "I couldn't hold it in and threw up in the corridor just now. I almost hit someone in a wheelchair, but then a man in a black suit came from behind him and kicked me in without warning!"

  "Someone in a wheelchair?" Ma Tong looked puzzled towards the door of the room, and saw that outside the door there was a handsome young man sitting in a wheelchair, with a face similar to Ling Wanqing's but with an unusually pale complexion. He was looking at him coldly, with two men standing behind him wearing black suits, who were obviously elite bodyguards. Sun Manager was standing beside them, giving Ma Tong an apologetic look.

  Ma Tong was the most protective of his younger brother, and if he couldn't even protect his own brother, then what could he do? At this moment, Ma Tong stood up in anger, stretched out his hand to stop Lv Dahai who was about to step forward to argue, and coldly stared at the young man: "Are you Wan Qing's younger brother?"

  The young man furrowed his handsome eyebrows and said coldly, "That's right, who are you? What makes you call Ben Shao Ye's sister Wan Qing?"

  Ma Tong didn't respond, and with a smile, he let out a sigh: "Actually, I was thinking of giving the Tianfeng Pavilion to you because of your sister's face, but now it seems that's not necessary!" As he said this, Ma Tong's expression turned gloomy: "Now, I hope you apologize to my friend immediately!"

  The young man was startled by the ferocity in Ma Tong's eyes, and then he shouted angrily: "Let me, Young Master, apologize to that rude guy? Is he worthy of it?"

  Ma Tong's voice turned cold: "In that case, there's nothing more to say. Who was it that kicked my brother just now? Step forward!"

  Lü Dahai said in a low voice to Ma Tong with some worry: "Tongzi, after all, he is the younger brother of Ling Zong, if we move him..."

  "Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on a disabled person. Besides, we have to give face to Wan Qing, right? But if someone beats our brother, and we don't teach him a lesson, wouldn't that make us look weak?" Ma Tong said calmly.

  Lü Dahai was not a person who feared trouble to begin with, and he had said those words earlier because he was afraid that this matter would affect the relationship between Ma Tong and Ling Wanqing. Hearing Ma Tong say so, he widened his heart and immediately rolled up his sleeves, waiting to confirm the target before taking action!

  At this time, Manager Sun stood up and said anxiously: "Young master, Mr. Ma, we are all our own people, let's calm down, there's no need to..."

  The young man didn't wait for Manager Sun to finish speaking, and sternly rebuked: "Shut up! What right do you have to speak here? Zhao Xiong, go up and try them out, see how much they weigh, daring to ask me to apologize!"

  "Yes, young master!" A bald-headed man stood out from behind the youth, his eyes fixed intently on Lü Dahai, for he had caught a whiff of something dangerous about him. As for the slender Ma Tong, he was completely ignored by him.

  "Was it him who hit you?" Ma Tong turned around and asked Yu Bu Sheng.

  "It's him, Tong Ge, I'm coming!" he exclaimed, struggling free from the people supporting him and about to rush forward, but was stopped by Ma Tong.

  Ma Tong stared coldly at a bald-headed man named Zhao Xiong and said, "Don't go, you're not his match! Let me!"

  As a hot-tempered person, Lü Dahai originally wanted to go up himself, but thinking of Ma Tong's current strength, he shouldn't be at a disadvantage. Moreover, it wouldn't be good to lose face in front of his brother, so he didn't say anything and retreated a step, standing behind Ma Tong.

  "You?" Zhao Xiong's eyes were filled with disdain.

  The young man said with an even more disdainful tone: "Are you sure? With your build, I estimate that you'll be crippled by Zhao Xiong in no time, and then you'll come crying to my sister? However, I can assure you that my sister is absolutely on my side!"

  Ma Tong said with a hint of playfulness: "You guys are quite sharp-tongued, but I don't know if your kung fu skills are as sharp as your tongues. What if I win?"

  The young man sneered and laughed: "If you win, this young master will not let you have a place to stand! But this is an impossible thing!"

  Ma Tong shook his head and said: "Add one more condition, if I win, you must apologize to my brother in person!"

  The young man's face sank: "No problem, but if you lose, not only will you have to give up the Tianfeng Pavilion, apologize to me, but also crawl out of the Lingyun Great Restaurant!"

  Ma Tong smiled: "A gentleman's word?"

  "It's hard to catch up with a team of six horses!"

  Under the young man's command, Manager Sun used his smooth talk and freebies to clear out a private room next door. After the staff had removed the decorations inside, Ma Tong and Zhao Xiong stood face-to-face in the center of the room, while the others surrounded them. Fortunately, the private rooms at Lingyun Restaurant were very spacious, so they didn't have to worry about the two men not having enough space to fight without hurting anyone nearby.

  Zhao Xiong's left fist was in front, his right fist was behind, and his feet were in a fighting stance, staring intently at Ma Tong. However, Ma Tong had his hands clasped together, standing carelessly on the spot, without even a hint of preparation, causing Zhao Xiong's originally calm state of mind to undergo some subtle changes.

  Actually, Ma Tong wasn't underestimating the enemy, because before the duel, Lv Dahai had already secretly instructed him: "This Zhao Xiong must also be a special forces background, and still one of those elite who have seen blood. You mustn't be careless, your fighting skills are definitely not his match. To defeat him, you must first provoke his anger, make him lose some judgment, and then rely on your current super-strong anti-strike ability to fight a defensive counterattack. As long as you can seize one opportunity, with your strength, you will definitely be able to make the opponent instantly lose combat effectiveness!"

  So Ma Tong's current attitude of looking down on Zhao Xiong with a look of disdain, completely not putting him in his eyes, is entirely to provoke the other party and deliberately do so!

  As expected, the anger in Zhao Xiong's eyes grew stronger and stronger. As soon as the young man shouted "Start", Zhao Xiong rushed towards Ma Tong like a fierce tiger coming down from the mountain, his right fist flying straight at Ma Tong's face!

  Although it was just a simple right straight punch, when Zhao Xiong executed it at this moment, it was as swift as lightning and actually brought up a fierce gust of wind!

  Who would have thought that this burly-looking bald man could run so fast!

  Lü Dahai, who was watching from the sidelines, changed his expression and began to worry: This Zhao Xiong is indeed an elite among elites. Even if I were to go on stage myself, I'm afraid my chances of winning wouldn't be more than 50%!

  If it were in the past, Ma Tong would probably not be able to see Zhao Xiong's fist clearly and would have been knocked down by this punch. Even if he could see it clearly, his body reaction would still not keep up with his eyes, and he would still be knocked down by the other person's punch. But now, Ma Tong is no longer the Ma Tong of the past!

  Ma Tong's gaze locked onto Zhao Xiong, and in Ma Tong's eyes, Zhao Xiong's speed wasn't as fast as it seemed to others. When Zhao Xiong threw a punch, he even had a strange feeling: that was, he could clearly sense the time, landing point, and even the angle of Zhao Xiong's next left fist!

  So, Ma Tong was very confident at this time. Facing Zhao Xiong's fierce attack, Ma Tong did not retreat or block it, because he knew that whether retreating or blocking would inevitably lead to the opponent's subsequent attacks like a storm. Therefore, Ma Tong not only didn't retreat but instead took a step forward in a flash of lightning, dodged into Zhao Xiong's arms, avoided his attack and countered with his right shoulder using an "Iron Mountain Lean" to heavily collide with Zhao Xiong's left shoulder!