Chapter 3: The Heartbroken Boy (Part 2)

  After walking back and forth on the pedestrian street for a few rounds, I suddenly felt a bit cold.

  That's right, still wearing a T-shirt at 11 o'clock in the evening and wandering around the street, not feeling cold can only mean that your fat is too thick, it has reached the point where you are invulnerable to swords and guns. A height of 1.8 meters and a weight of over 140 pounds is not considered fat, I rubbed my arm and looked up blankly, looking left and right, and found that there was a very large neon signboard not far away, which was particularly eye-catching.

  "Crazy Bar"?

  Sounds interesting! It seems like I've heard classmates mention it before, but I haven't been inside in years. Why not go take a look around today?

  After thinking it over, I walked there with confidence.

  The entrance of the bar was lined with luxury cars, and people were coming and going. The business seemed to be booming. Many people were entering and exiting, and the hostess at the door was wearing a bright red cheongsam, bowing and shouting commercial slogans every time she saw someone enter or exit, making me feel a bit tired for her. I thought of myself as a good student type in school, occasionally sneaking out to surf the internet, hiding at the library entrance to look at beautiful girls, but I had never been to this kind of place before. At most, I would whistle at pretty girls walking in front of me and then pretend to be innocent, looking around for hooligans.

  Of course, good kids are only relatively speaking compared to those guys around me, otherwise they wouldn't sneak out alone at midnight trying to avoid heartbreak.

  Come on in! I'd like to see just how crazy "Crazy Bar" really is.

  Some unadapted people walked in amidst the welcoming shouts of the hostesses, and as soon as they entered the bar's hall, a huge wave of music mixed with hot air rushed towards them, making my head dizzy for quite a while before I adapted.

  I furrowed my brow and clutched at my heart, is this a damn bar or a disco?

  As I walked in, there was a huge dance floor, with men and women dancing wildly under the flashing lights and loud music. The surrounding area had tables and sofas where people were chatting and resting. There were also two big foreign guys sitting in the corner, silently drinking their wine but drawing attention to themselves. Further inside, there was a bar counter, separated from the dance floor by a railing, with a staircase leading to the second floor next to it, guarded by two men wearing black sunglasses. I knew this from TV shows, probably the private space of the bar owner or something like that...

  I rubbed my slightly dizzy head and walked around the dance floor towards the bar.

  The music here is relatively softer, and my dizzy head feels a bit better. I finally didn't have that almost suffocating feeling from earlier. I can finally take a breath! Now I also understand why the people in the dance pool are so crazy - in that environment, if you don't shout and jump loudly, you'll definitely be suffocated to death!

  I sat on the chair and opened a bottle of beer, drinking alone, I don't know how long I've been sitting there, but there are already three or four empty bottles on the table. Raising my glass to drown my sorrows only made me more sorrowful, yet the figure in the cup was so clear.

  In the midst of sorrow, my back was suddenly and violently bumped from behind. The massive impact caused my head to heavily collide with the beer bottle in my hand. I turned around furiously, only to see two small, colorful people holding up another drunk person who was swaying behind them. One of them shouted: "Can't you be more careful?"

  This shout was like stirring up a hornet's nest, one of them stared blankly for a moment, looked me up and down, and cursed with a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Damn it, can you die from being bumped once?"

  "What did you say?" I was already somewhat angry in my heart, and upon hearing his curses, my tone turned cold.

  That little drunkard's companion handed him over to another companion, swaying and staggering as he came over to me, shouting loudly: "I said hitting you once could kill you! Are you asking for a beating?!"

  With a mouthful of yellow teeth, he spat out foam and, after finishing speaking, proudly poked his finger at my chest.

  A surge of anger rose in my heart as I looked at the little guy who was spouting wine and being so arrogant. I had been holding back a belly full of anger with nowhere to vent it, feeling like my chest was about to explode. I could only hold back my anger, gritting my teeth and saying coldly, "Apologize."

  The people around us seemed to have sensed our intense atmosphere, and they all stopped what they were doing to watch the commotion. The originally lively hall suddenly became much quieter, with many people clenching their fists and secretly urging us to take action.

  With an incredulous expression, he looked around and found that many people were paying attention to them. He became even more arrogant: "What? Apologize? Haha, do you know who I am?"

  The words had barely fallen when a fierce punch came flying over.

  Slow! It's really too slow! I sat on the stage chair, my upper body didn't move, and I kicked up my left foot, kicking his right wrist that was swinging out. Before he could react, I kicked again, this time hitting him in the chest. The force of the blow sent his small body flying over the railing of the bar, landing on the sofa by the dance floor. After a cry of surprise, the crowd that had been watching the commotion immediately scattered, with everyone running far away to watch from a distance.

  The crowd in the dance pool also slowly stopped, with a bewildered face looking this way. After seeing the situation clearly, they all showed excited eyes. The dance pool completely quieted down, and everyone tried to get closer to our direction. Whistles came from every corner of the bar.

  Nowadays, why does urban life make so many people lose their original kind and simple nature, under the banner of reality, neon lights and high-heeled wine glasses, leaving only a lost heart!

  Another little guy saw his companion being kicked down, and immediately threw the drunken companion aside, howling and rushing over. From more than a meter away, he kicked me with one foot. I stretched out my left hand and grabbed his bare foot, pulling it back fiercely. The opponent's entire body rushed towards me, then I swung out my right fist and hit him in the chest. This punch was both heavy and ruthless, and in this noisy environment, a crisp "bang" could be heard. His entire body fell to the ground with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood and unable to move. The blood mist in the air looked particularly eerie under the flashing lights.

  The onlookers around let out a shrill scream, whistles and cheers erupted once again.

  I gazed coldly at the two people on the ground, and my current state of mind seemed a bit overexcited. There was an indescribable surge of energy in my heart that kept rising up, and my originally gloomy mood had also become much more pleasant with these few punches and kicks! I thought back to when I first started practicing martial arts, even you two can't beat me, it seems like the past twenty years of my life have been lived in vain!

  When I was young, under the training of my old father, my fist and footwork were not bad, but there were very few people who knew my bottom line. Everything comes from the rules passed down by my ancestors that hide in the city. These punches also prove that what I said to comfort others before - if you're not satisfied, just hit me two punches to vent your anger - makes sense!

  Things didn't end there, as the two fell down, seven or eight people dressed in the same way immediately ran over and surrounded me. One of the leaders looked at his fallen companions, cursed loudly, and charged at me.

  "Stop!"

  With a loud roar, the other party suddenly stopped in their tracks. A security guard-like giant of a man appeared, wielding a baton and pushing through the crowd. His large, cold triangular eyes easily inspired fear. The giant walked into the empty space in front of us and bellowed again: "If you want to fight, take it outside, don't cause trouble in the store!"

  "Brother Tiger, it's not us who are causing trouble." The other party immediately stopped and stood aside, shouting: "It's this little brat who is causing trouble. He hit my brother, can I just ignore it?"

  "That big fellow stopped in his tracks, looked around and said: 'Cut the crap, what's going on that I don't know about? You dare to cause trouble in Ninth Master's shop, are you tired of living? How many heads do you have? Get out of here, old man!"

  The other party looked at Da Han, opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. He glared at me fiercely and shouted "Let's go!" before leading his men in carrying the two who had already fainted out of the door.

  The big fellow watched them leave the bar, then turned around and snorted at me: "Kid, you've got a mean streak! You'd better behave yourself too, don't think you can cause trouble here just because you're handy with your fists!"

  I gave him a disdainful glance, turned my head and picked up the wine bottle to take another swig. The big man let out a cold snort and shouted loudly at the crowd: "Nothing's wrong, everyone keep playing."

  The crowd that had gathered to watch the commotion couldn't help but let out a collective sigh as things wrapped up so anticlimactically, and they continued on with their revelry. The bar once again returned to its usual bustle, as if nothing had happened at all. However, what I didn't know was that in the corner of the bar, two pairs of eyes that were originally cold and unfeeling now shone with a fierce light.

  Having a fight, I indeed feel much more comfortable, proper venting is really good for the body and mind! Next time when comforting someone, just let them come up and throw two punches, guaranteed to relieve their anger! Only this way seems a bit too masochistic.

  The girl who sold the wine looked around and whispered to me, "Sir, you're still a student, right? The few people you just fought are notorious locals, their big brother is not easy to mess with, they've lost so much face, they must be going to call for backup, you'd better leave quickly!"

  I looked up at the girl with a look of urgency, and my originally cold heart couldn't help but feel a little warmth. I smiled and said to her: "Thank you, it's okay, for people like them, even ten or more punches wouldn't be a problem."

  The girl may have thought I was bragging, shook her head and sighed, no longer speaking, turned around to greet other customers.

  After having a few bottles of beer, my head was already feeling a bit tipsy. I patted my wallet and found that there were only tens of yuan left. At this time, the people in the bar had also become very few, so I reluctantly stood up, took a look at the clock on the wall, and it was already after 1 o'clock in the early morning of the next day.

  I patted my butt and walked out of the store with a swagger.

  I had just walked out of the store when a gust of cold wind blew over, and I shivered involuntarily. The temperature difference between inside and outside was really too great, and I hugged my shoulders to rub my body covered with goosebumps, suddenly thinking of a very serious problem.

  Where am I supposed to go now? It's so late, I won't be able to get back to school. I only have a few dozen yuan on me, not enough for a hotel. Can't help but regret getting drunk and feeling down, didn't think it would end up like this. Luckily, I still have a bank card with over a hundred yuan left, my last resort.

  But... is there an ATM around here?