Chapter 36: Hero Saves Beauty (Part 2)

  "Damn it, don't give me that look!"; Since he became rich, this was the first time he had met a woman who was so exhausting to deal with, and she didn't care about his wealth or status.

  Being rejected in front of so many people is not only a first for him, but more importantly, Boss Tang feels that he has lost face and can no longer save his dignity.

  So he couldn't help but get angry and raised his hand to slap him.

  For someone of his status, face is much more important than women. After all, women can be found again, but once you lose face, you'll never be able to hold your head up high again. How will people on the road look at him in the future? How will he lead his younger brothers?

  "Who made our boss, Tang, angry?" A woman in her mid-to-late 30s walked out of the elevator, wearing a professional suit that made her look neat and tidy. She was beautiful and elegant, with a poised demeanor.

  "Mr. Tang, calm down! Calm down! It's not worth hurting your body over this!" The charming voice of the young woman continued without stopping.

  Don't hit a smiling face when asking for help!

  Tang Yun was furious, but facing such a smiling beauty, he couldn't lose his temper. He could only withdraw his right hand with a scowl, his face pale, and said coldly: "Manager Yu, the service staff under you are ungrateful, I was just about to teach them a lesson for you. Well, since you're here, this matter is now in your hands, I hope your handling of it will satisfy me!"

  Yu Hong is the manager, kind to people, and has a very good relationship. In the staff, the reputation is not bad, usually which employee has worries all like to pour out to her, in the eyes of the lower employees, Yu Hong is both their leader and their loving elder.

  Tang's affairs she had known long ago, not only did Cui Xiaoli tell her, but other employees also told her.

  For the past month, Boss Tang has been pestering Xiaoli every day, trying to get close to her in various ways. His lecherous nature is well-known, and if Xiaoli were to follow him, she would be ruined for life. If it weren't for the boss constantly intervening, Cui Xiaoli would have already become Tang Yun's prey. Today, it seems that Boss Tang has made up his mind to take Xiaoli away, things are getting a bit troublesome. The boss has been notified, but I don't know if he can arrive in time.

  "Mr. Tang, calm down first and let's talk this through. Come on, let's go to my office and have a cup of tea, I just got some top-grade Da Hong Pao. It seems like the only thing she can do is stall for time until the boss arrives. Yu Hong was well aware that she couldn't persuade Mr. Tang to forgive Xiao Li, nor did she have enough face to do so."

  "No need, Manager Yu. The tea can be drunk another time, this matter must be settled today! Right now, don't drag out the time. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, I wouldn't care. This little girl is going to be decided on!" Mr. Tang's tone was very cold, and anyone could hear that there was no room for negotiation.

  "It seems that Mr. Tang has made up his mind today - he's determined to get what he wants, no matter what! Manager Yu thought to himself: "Xiao Li, maybe this is our fate, we can't escape it. After all, we're just ordinary people."

  Yu Hongxin thought so in her heart, but still held a glimmer of hope on her lips, and smiled at Boss Tang: "Boss Tang, why don't we wait until our boss comes back to talk about it? No matter what, Xiaoli is the boss's employee after all. If you quietly take her away like this, I'm afraid people in the business will gossip behind your back, which won't be good for you, Boss Tang!"

  "Is he your boss? I'll call him boss only if I think highly of him, and even then, I'll just humor him. If he were here, I'd take my people and leave, what could he say?" Tang Yun said with a scowl, his voice low and menacing.

  "This won't do! Manager Yu couldn't help but feel somewhat indignant: "Hong Kong is a society ruled by law, if someone reports to the police, it will probably bring trouble for Boss Tang!"

  What it means is: In this day and age, under the bright sky and in broad daylight, how can you still dare to rob openly?!

  "To hell with the rule of law! The laws in Hong Kong are here to protect people like us who have money! I, Tang Yun, look down on individuals, who dares to report me to the police? Even if there's someone stupid enough to report me, what can they do to me? I, Tang Yun, am connected to both the underworld and the upper world!" Boss Tang burst out laughing, in his eyes Yu Hong's words were like a huge joke.

  "Is it? I'd like to see how you can eat your way through this." Suddenly, a low voice sounded from beside him.

  Tang Yun withdrew his smile and turned his head towards the owner of this voice.

  It wasn't just him, everyone present couldn't help but look at the owner of this voice, wanting to see what kind of reckless person would dare do such a thing.

  Tang Yun found that this was a sturdy young man in his early twenties, although he was not as tall as himself, but he stood upright with an air of righteousness, like a javelin stuck in the ground.

  What was most striking were his eyes, from which Tang Yun read that he was a very confident guy, and also that his gaze was very piercing, with a strong penetrative power!

  What made Tang Yun even more perplexed was that his eyes were apathetic towards everything, as if he were the judge who controlled the life and death of others.

  Tang Yun didn't know what it meant, so he involuntarily shivered with a chill.

  "My god, what the hell is this? Where did this little punk come from, daring to interfere with my business?" As a triad leader and a respected figure in Hong Kong, he wouldn't be intimidated by just one glance.

  Tang Yundong calmed down and continued to say, "Kid, you can eat whatever you want, but don't interfere with things you shouldn't. If not handled properly, it will burn yourself." Before the other party's identity was clear, Boss Tang was a bit cautious.

  No three-inch tongue, dare not go up Liangshan! This principle, Tang Yun understands.

  He wouldn't be an ordinary person if he could achieve what he has today.

  "It's like lighting a lamp in the toilet - looking for death (shit)! Are you tired of living? Do you dare to interfere with Tang Laoban's business?" A middle-aged man standing next to Tang Yun glared menacingly and shouted: "If you know what's good for you, crawl over here immediately and kowtow to apologize to Tang Laoban. Maybe your limbs will still be intact. Otherwise, don't blame me when the time comes and you're crippled!"

  Having followed Tang Yun for many years, he deeply understood the nature of Lao Da. From the moment he opened his mouth, this kid was doomed. It's just that Boss Tang liked to plan carefully before acting, and it was precisely because of this reason that Tang Yun could achieve today's accomplishments step by step.

  The middle-aged man's plan is to teach him a good lesson, kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and show off his power. In this way, the little girl may follow Boss Tang obediently.

  Mr. Tang is a well-known nice guy, as long as you wholeheartedly do things for him and get his things done well, he will absolutely not treat you unfairly. This is one of the secrets to his success.

  So middle-aged Hanzi is looking forward to it, if he can make a name for himself like this, he might even be rewarded.

  Alas! Young people full of vigor and vitality are just impulsive! Yu Hong shook her head secretly, unable to help but worry about him.

  "Oh! You're relying on these four pieces of trash?" Zhang Hang's voice was cold and emotionless.

  "Damn it! The sky has turned upside down!" Zhang Hang's words not only shattered his beautiful idea, but also extremely insulted him. The middle-aged man who had just spoken couldn't bear it anymore and swung his fist at Zhang Hang's face.

  "Ah!" Cui Xiaoli on one side couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

  Everyone present could see that if this punch was real, Zhang Hang would not only be unable to get up from the ground for half a day, but his handsome face might also be ruined.

  A gangster, as expected, is ruthless and merciless.

  The middle-aged man's fist was not slow, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zhang Hang. What surprised Zhang Hang was that his fist actually brought up a gust of wind, and before his fist even arrived, the wind had already reached Zhang Hang's face.

  Zhang Hang's heart skipped a beat, really can't see through him, still a master! However, his heart is a bit black, as soon as he makes a move, he wants to take his own life. It's easy to imagine that many people must have been knocked out by his fists.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Hang suddenly felt no need to hold back, and a cold hum: "It seems that your fist is very hard, but I still want to try."

  In a flash, Zhang Hang's right fist met the middle-aged man's punch in mid-air, colliding with a completely unadorned crash.

  Tang Yun and his two subordinates secretly rejoiced, what a naive young man, how could he dare to take Al's punch so lightly! In the Hong Kong underworld, Al was famous for his powerful and iron-like fists! Even the masters of the Hung Hing Society and the Black Dragon Association did not dare to confront him head-on. This young man actually dared to use an egg to knock against a rock, what bravery!

  "Ah!"; Amidst the collision of the two fists, everyone heard a miserable cry.

  Ali's body shape retreated violently, his right hand drooping down, trembling constantly, staring at Zhang Hang in horror.

  This young man is indeed extraordinary!

  Tang Yun and his other two subordinates were stunned: "No way?! Ali is not even his opponent?!" Moreover, Ali was defeated in what he had always been proud of as his strongest aspect. It seemed that Ali's right hand would not recover without at least ten days or half a month of rest.

  Now, it's not just Alde's right hand that's shaking, his heart is also trembling! At least two fingers were fractured in the collision just now.

  Before this, he had always thought his fists were the hardest in the world, like steel and iron.

  Is there a fist in this world that is harder than steel? Now the answer has been found, yes, it's the one from just now.

  Ali's forehead was covered in cold sweat, his mind a complete blank, the intense pain coming from his right hand telling him that all of this was real. He stared stupidly at his opponent, who seemed completely unaffected, without moving.

  Surprisingly, his other two companions had already formed a encirclement around Zhang Hang at the moment he threw his punch. They were seasoned veterans and their coordination was seamless.

  Just as Ali was repelled, another big man behind Zhang Hang also hit Zhang Hang's back hard.

  Since open methods don't work, let's try covert ones. Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of deceitful tactics in war!

  Not to mention being a gangster, as long as it can achieve its purpose, of course, it will not hesitate to use any means.

  These, Zhang Hang lazy calculations.

  He saw his body not retreating but advancing, condensing a mouthful of vital energy on his back, without lifting his head or furrowing his brow, and went forward to meet him.

  A solid fist hit Zhang Hang's back, but strangely, the person who threw the punch was knocked back three steps, then shook his painful right hand, staring at Zhang Hang in shock.

  Incredible! What's this guy's background?

  Just now his own fist seemed to have hit an iron plate, and he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely. As the back of his fist touched, a strong force suddenly surged into his right arm, pushing him backward.

  "Now it's my turn." As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hang's figure had already appeared in front of that big man, and he punched him heavily on his shocked face.

  "Ah!" The big man let out a miserable cry, his body flying three meters away, splattering blood all over the ground. Fresh blood kept gushing out from between his fingers, and his nasal bridge was completely ruined.

  Zhang Hang didn't stop moving and took two strides across, arriving in front of Ali.

  Zhang Hang drew a gourd in the same style, but Ali only felt that there was a fist constantly enlarging in front of him. In the end, his face hurt and he followed in the footsteps of that big man.

  To deal with them, there is no need for Zhang Huan to use too many fighting skills. The most primitive, direct and effective weapon - the fist - is enough.

  Seeing two companions almost simultaneously fall to the ground and lose their combat effectiveness, a third middle-aged man did not dare to fight with his bare fists again. He immediately pulled out a sharp dagger from his pocket and viciously stabbed Zhang Hang.

  When Zhang Hang saw the dagger, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. This was a special forces dagger from the United States, extremely sharp. If it were to slash at his hand, as long as the position was accurate, it could easily cut off an entire arm. However, his technique was not professional, typical of a street fighting style.

  What a shame for this dagger!

  Zhang Hang guessed one thing right, this dagger was given to him by a member of his gang named Wang Gang.

  In a gang shootout, dozens of people ambushed Wang Gang and his men. Since Wang Gang was the strongest, most people surrounded him and attacked fiercely. Just as Wang Gang was on the verge of collapse, he arrived in time to save Wang Gang's life.

  Afterwards, the two became sworn brothers of different sexes. At that time, Wang Gang gave him this dagger to show his sincerity. At the same time, Wang Gang told him: As long as it is an opponent who can recognize this dagger at a glance, you should not provoke them easily, and even more so, do not fight with others easily; once you start fighting, if the opponent can easily take the dagger from your hand, then you should immediately escape or admit defeat! Because facing such an enemy, you have only one dead end.

  He never quite believed this.

  Now that he has drawn out this dagger to fight, his confidence has increased a lot all of a sudden, as if his brother Wang Gang is beside him cheering him on.

  However, the hint of surprise in Zhang Hang's eyes did not escape his notice. Had he recognized this dagger? Or was it a clever move, as he suddenly changed his stance and stabbed at Zhang Hang's dagger, only to change his attack mid-way from a stab to a thrust, with the knife tip trembling lightly, ready to attack the enemy from any direction at any time.

  Zhang Hang's eyes changed, such a professional team's hand movements appeared on a thug's body, how could it not be surprising! However, this action was obviously still a bit stiff, he simply did not grasp the essence of this action.

  It seems that his master is a decent opponent after all.

  Zhang Hang dodged sideways, lowered his shoulder and easily avoided the dagger's blade.

  Without giving his opponent a chance to breathe, he flashed out his right hand in a standard grab motion and immediately clutched his opponent's right wrist.

  "Ah!"; The opponent was in pain, his right hand loosened involuntarily, and the whole person was like a lobster arched there, unable to move.

  Zhang Hang stretched out his left hand and caught the falling dagger in his palm. The entire movement was clean and efficient, without a hint of hesitation, as if he were picking up chopsticks to eat.