"Kid, you're dead!" Ah Mao glared at Yang Feilong, a cold smile on his face.
"Mess with us, and we'll make you regret it," Hei Zi added, his expression turning brutally fierce.
Facing seven or eight members of the theft ring charging at him, even though they were all armed with clubs or bricks, Yang Feilong showed no fear. Instead, he instantly closed the distance to Ah Mao and Hei Zi, slapping them hard across the face, twice each.
The two were stunned. Damn it, our guys are here, and you still dare to make a move?
"Kid, daring to bully our people right in front of me! Kneel down and apologize now, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, even if we cripple you, you'll have to take it because you started this!" The leader, known as Brother Ji, said to Yang Feilong, his voice filled with rage.
However, in Yang Feilong's eyes, this man's expression seemed somewhat hollow and lacking conviction.
Indeed, although they all looked ferocious, they could at most beat Yang Feilong up.
This was because some of them were known to the police, and they didn't dare to cause too much trouble, lest it become very problematic and even result in heavy losses!
But this matter couldn't be let go just like that. The other party had to kneel and apologize, so that when they let Yang Feilong off, their dignity wouldn't be compromised.
"So wishy-washy, just fight," Yang Feilong said with a hint of impatience.
"You..." Upon hearing Yang Feilong's words, Brother Ji was instantly enraged. "You're refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
*Whoosh!*
Then, wielding a club, he directly swung it at Yang Feilong.
But Yang Feilong's hand shot out, grabbing the swiftly descending club. With a sharp tug, Brother Ji stumbled forward in shock, completely unprepared for the ferocity of this seemingly refined young man!
*Bang!*
Yang Feilong sharply drove his knee into Brother Ji's stomach. The latter doubled over in pain, collapsing like a limp noodle.
*Slap!*
Then, Yang Feilong smashed him with the club, knocking Brother Ji flat on the ground.
"Damn it, he dares to hit Brother Ji! All of you, charge!" one of the subordinates roared.
"Kill!"
The others also yelled, charging at Yang Feilong.
*Bang!*
Yang Feilong ducked, evading a club swing, and simultaneously swung his own.
*Bang!*
It struck the man's arm, who cried out in pain as his arm swelled. When another man's club came down, Yang Feilong deflected it, causing the weapon meant for him to hit the head of someone nearby.
"Damn it! I told you to hit this kid, why are you hitting me?" someone whose head was struck yelled in pain.
"I didn't mean to!"
"Ow! Damn it, chief, why are you smashing me with a brick?"
"I was aiming for this guy, he dodged..."
These people looked fierce, but in Yang Feilong's eyes, they were far inferior to the thugs he had encountered yesterday. Even with weapons in hand, they lacked discipline and fought purely on instinct.
For Yang Feilong now, fighting these people was like a father playing with his son.
In a short time, these individuals were in a sorry state in Yang Feilong's hands.
"A bunch of rabble!" Yang Feilong thought to himself.
Not far away, a crowd had gathered to watch.
Although night had fallen, everyone was in high spirits.
"This kid is really amazing, fighting ten people alone and not even getting hurt!"
"Awesome, there's no other word for it."
"So handsome and so skilled, I think I'm in love with him!" a woman said to her friend, her eyes shining.
"Don't be silly. If you were his girlfriend and he beat you, I wouldn't be able to stop him!" her friend teased with a smile.
"Oh, stop it! He looks like the kind of warm guy who's great to his own woman but ruthless to outsiders!" the woman scoffed.
"Just kidding. But with such good looks and fighting skills, do you think there's a high chance of becoming his girlfriend?" the friend said with a grin.
"I can't do it alone. How about we both pursue him? Together, I don't think many men could resist us. What do you say?" the woman suggested, her eyes gleaming.
Her friend: "..."
People nearby who heard the young woman's bold suggestion couldn't help but glance at her. Upon seeing her, they were quite surprised. While not a stunning beauty, this woman was definitely a top-tier cute girl. And what's more, she looked no older than seventeen or eighteen.
The other was slightly older, perhaps around twenty.
"The world is changing, and people's hearts are no longer pure," a middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh. "If I had a daughter like that, I'd tie her up at home and beat her half to death!"
"..."
The young woman heard the middle-aged man's comment and couldn't help but scoff. She didn't bother wasting words on him and instead gazed intently at the handsome figure.
What's the point of arguing with people when watching a handsome guy fight is so much more interesting? She had never imagined that handsome men weren't all just for show.
Indeed, many good-looking people were skilled at putting on a show and acting cool, but when it came to fighting, they were like paper tigers.
Seeing such a skilled and handsome guy was truly a breath of fresh air.
Yang Feilong, naturally unaware of his new admirer, threw a punch that turned the last standing man's eye into a panda. The man stared at Yang Feilong in terror and retreated, seeing his comrades all on the ground. He felt that standing there was a mistake and should have gone down in the chaos earlier, which would have saved him from many blows.
Now, he couldn't just fall over from a distance, could he?
*Bang!*
Then he saw Yang Feilong kick him. His eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed; his chance to lie down had arrived.
But why did this kick feel so heavy? His mind raced. He hoped he wouldn't be kicked and crippled. Should he dodge?
However, in the end, he didn't dodge. In reality, he couldn't dodge even if he wanted to; the kick was too fast. He was directly sent tumbling to the ground.
So painful!
Such a heavy kick. Clutching his stomach, he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. He would have been better off just falling down earlier.
This kick almost made him throw up his dinner from the previous night!
Brother Ji looked at Yang Feilong with terror in his eyes. Throughout the fight, he had stood up three times but had been knocked down four times.
He was still lying on the ground.
"Is that all? Call out all your people! Every single one, if you have ten, bring them all. I'll catch them all in one go," Yang Feilong said calmly.
"Brother, what kind of deep-seated hatred is this? Is it worth such a formidable expert like you to make such a big fuss?" Hearing Yang Feilong's intention to catch them all, Brother Ji was on the verge of tears.
He, the dignified Brother Ji of Baimalu Road, had never suffered such a great loss. Today, he had been defeated, and this fight had completely ruined his reputation!
Even now, he still didn't understand how his two subordinates had offended such a skilled fighter as Yang Feilong.
"Your men stole my bicycle. I came looking for it, but you refused to admit it, talked back, and even threatened me. What kind of enmity is this?" Yang Feilong asked with a cold smile.
Hearing this, Brother Ji glared at Ah Mao with anger. If looks could kill, Ah Mao would have been torn to shreds.
"Brother Ji, that... that bicycle was his," Ah Mao explained weakly from the ground. "I, I..."
He wanted to say something, but for a moment, he didn't know where to begin.
Because it was a long story!
How could he have imagined that the owner of a random stolen bicycle would be so formidable and find him so quickly? Most importantly, how could he have found him so precisely? He now felt completely bewildered and could only attribute it to Yang Feilong's extreme luck. As for someone betraying him? He thought it unlikely, as his "performance" was usually average most months, not enough to make anyone jealous and betray him.
"Brother, how about this? I'll return the car and pay you ten thousand yuan. We'll let this matter go, how about it? After all, you haven't suffered any loss." Brother Ji took a deep breath. He really wanted to beat Ah Mao half to death, but for now, pacifying the anger of the person in front of him and putting this matter behind them was paramount.
Admitting defeat was necessary, as he couldn't possibly win against him, and the fact that Yang Feilong could find him suggested he had some influence. Honestly, Brother Ji was now terrified looking at Yang Feilong!
He had seen capable fighters before, but never anyone this capable!
"Return it? Compensation?" Yang Feilong grinned. "Then ask the police if they'll agree. They seem to be here!"
At that moment, a group of people rushed over, more than a dozen in total, all wearing official uniforms.
"Wild chicken, you people are suspected of organized theft. You are now under arrest. Confess and be treated leniently; resist and be treated severely..." The leader was an exceptionally beautiful female police officer.
Brother Ji was dumbfounded.
When did the police arrive so quickly?
Furthermore, had the police in their area changed?
Generally, a street was patrolled and managed by a specific team, and it was rare for police officers to cross regional jurisdictions.
They had spent a lot of money bribing the police team in their district before, and everyone had turned a blind eye. But why were none of those officers here today?