The night was falling, and the crescent moon was hanging high.
The nightlife in Zhonghai City was especially lively. With neon lights flickering, music and dance celebrations, the swelling crowd showcased the charm of the never-sleeping city.
The Bauhinia Club was located on a relatively bustling street, bringing together entertainment projects such as KTV, sauna baths, and beauty salons.
Though not a top-notch club, it could surely be ranked among the medium grades.
With beautiful women like clouds, it was a good place for men.
Another weekend, the club was bustling.
The staff was so busy that they simply had no time to rest.
However, there was one young man in a waiter's uniform who did nothing, and he was chilling comfortably on a sofa in the lobby.
With a cigarette in his mouth, legs on the coffee table, blowing clouds of smoke, watching the women coming in and out of the club, a smirk of a nonchalant smile floated on his mouth.
"Hmm, these legs are not bad, long and straight, only a pity that she isn't very pleasing to the eyes, grudgingly give her seventy marks!"
"Huh? This one is quite pretty, but her figure is a bit out of shape, a barely pass of seventy-five marks!"
"Ah, there are quite a lot of women, but real goddesses are hard to find!"
The young man shook his head and sighed despicably.
Just then, a wave of frantic footsteps could be heard.
"Xun, there is trouble in the Rose room!"
"Brother Fang! It seems like the other party is not to be trifled with, what should we do?"
"Brother Xun, it seems we'll have to rely on you in this situation!"
Suddenly, several waiters and security guards hurriedly rushed over, both men and women, their faces filled with anxiety.
"Trouble?"
A smirk crossed Fang Xun's face, he wickedly smiled and said, "Perfect, I was just getting bored. Let's go see who's causing the commotion."
As he spoke, Fang Xun stubbed out his cigarette, got up from his seat, and headed in the direction of the Rose Hall.
"Haha! With Brother Xun stepping in, this issue is as good as solved!"
"Oh, definitely. Last month, Brother Xun resolved several incidents. He is the guardian deity of our club!"
The waitstaff and security followed after him, now with renewed confidence.
Soon, Fang Xun and his entourage arrived at a KTV room on the first floor called the "Rose Hall."
At a glance, one could see the entrance of the room was crowded. Club security guards, waiters, hostesses, and other curious onlookers were present.
Seeing Fang Xun's arrival, the staff blocking the door automatically stepped aside, respectfully calling out "Brother Xun."
Fang Xun nodded in acknowledgment and walked into the room.
Inside the room, four rich young men wearing branded clothes and watches were sitting on the couch with their legs crossed, all sporting haughty expressions.
Two security guards and a waiter were bleeding from their foreheads and glass shards were scattered about.
A girl in her twenties, who was somewhat attractive, was huddled in the corner, shivering. Her clothes were torn, and you could clearly see the imprints of five fingers on her face.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xun immediately understood.
After all, he had encountered several incidents like this over the past month.
Zijing Club was fairly legitimate. The women who worked there would accompany you for drinks, but they would absolutely not provide any improper services.
However, there were always some audacious fellows who liked to play with fire.
Fang Xun took out a cigarette, and a security guard nearby immediately lit it for him.
Then, Fang Xun stepped forward, glanced at the four men sitting on the couch, and calmly said, “Who laid his hands on her? I'm giving you a chance to admit it.”
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four men on the couch darkened instantly.
They had assumed that the person to come would be the person in charge of the club. But to their surprise, it was just a waiter.
What angered them further was that this mere waiter seemed even more arrogant than them. How could this be tolerated?
“Damn it! A freakin’ waiter dares to act arrogant in front of us! Are you seeking death?”
A man wearing a black Givenchy shirt, who was quite handsome, suddenly stood up and yelled at Fang Xun.
On his way here, Fang Xun had learned some details from the security guard.
The man standing before him was named Chen Junfeng, the son of Chen Huatai, the chairman of Huatai Real Estate.
Moreover, Chen Junfeng's uncle was the chairman of the Zhonghai Yun Shield Security Company.
Although it's only a security firm, it's known to harbor a bunch of fierce individuals, and is intricately connected with various forces within the Central Sea.
For this very reason, the Chen family in Central Sea is wealthy and powerful, something the ordinary people wouldn't dare to provoke.
Nevertheless, in the eyes of Fang Xun, these so-called powers and privileges mean nothing.
The philosophy his master had always imparted to him was — strength is the ultimate truth.
Fang Xun has always staunchly believed in this philosophy.
Moreover, before he left, his slightly orthodox yet mostly unorthodox master said something very domineering.
"Kid, go wreak havoc in this world of mortals. No matter what happens, your master will shoulder it for you!"
That very statement made Fang Xun fearless.
After all, his master was mysterious and powerful, most likely unmatched by anyone else.
These thoughts merely flashed across his mind.
Fang Xun squinted his eyes slightly, puffing out a mouthful of smoke towards Chen Junfeng’s face, "Were you the one who did it?"
"Yes, I did it!" Chen Junfeng replied harshly, "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Fang Xun met Chen Junfeng’s gaze, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Apologize to them right now, and then sever your own arm. That's how we’ll settle this matter…"
"Hahaha, did I hear that right? Did this guy get his brain pinched by a door? He even dares to ask Young Master Chen to apologize to these guys and demand him to break his own arm?"
"I guess this guy's brain isn't just squeezed by a door, it has holes in it!"
"Offending Young Master Chen, I bet he's not going to see tomorrow's sunrise!"
The other three rich young men sitting on the couch immediately burst into laughter, looking at Fang Xun as if they were looking at an idiot.
The guests outside the door who were there for the commotion originally thought that Fang Xun had come to apologize and to minimize the matter.
Who would have thought that this guy would dare to stand up to Young Master Chen.
Is he really stupid or does he have some backing?
Chen Junfeng laughed insidiously, staring fiercely at Fang Xun, "You jerk, dare to say that again?"
"Apologize and chop off an arm."
Fang Xun coldly spat out six words.
"Apologize my ass!"
Chen Junfeng roared angrily, picked up the bottle of wine from the table, and fiercely smashed it towards Fang Xun's head!
Swoosh!
A sonic boom!
However, at the moment Chen Junfeng smashed the wine bottle, Fang Xun casually lifted his left hand and directly caught Chen Junfeng's wrist!
His speed was so fast that no one could react in time!
"This..."
Chen Junfeng was stunned instantly, his pupils dilated, looking as if he had seen a ghost.
How did this guy grab his wrist, being so close to him and with such a quick move?
After all, he's been trained too!
"It seems you don't want this opportunity..."
Fang Xun softly said, raising his gaze to lock onto Chen Junfeng.
Just being stared at by Fang Xun, Chen Junfeng felt like falling into an icy cavern, even feeling like he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, ready to rip him apart at any moment!
He tried to break free, but Fang Xun's hand was like an iron clamp, impossible to escape from!
Cold sweat started to flow from Chen Junfeng's forehead.
Swallowing nervously, Chen Junfeng growled, "You can't touch me, my father is Chen Huatai, my uncle is Chen Kangming!"
"Oh?"
Fang Xun squinted and smiled, "So what?"
As he spoke, a cruel smile crawled onto the corner of Fang Xun's mouth, his left hand, like a dragon's claw, instantly closed. Just as he was about to snap Chen Junfeng's wrist, a delicate voice yelled from outside the door!
"Fang Xun! Stop!"
Before the echo of the voice died down!
*Crack!
A crisp sound of bone fracture echoed throughout the private room!
Chen Junfeng's wrist... was broken!
