Chapter 82: You Slap His Face, He Slaps Your Face

Chapter 82: Chapter 82: You Slap His Face, He Slaps Your Face

"Buddy, just go," Wang Chenning told the middle-aged man, his face blank. "Get out of here while you still can."

He was being kind. If the middle-aged man had simply left, he could have avoided further embarrassment.

But he knew that wasn’t going to happen.

"Goddammit! Get the fuck away from me!" The middle-aged man finally snapped back to reality, his face twisting into a vicious snarl. He gave Wang Chenning a hard shove, then roared at Luo Yuqing, "You fucking bitch! A whore who dares to hit people? I’ll show you... I’m going to fucking end you..."

Before he could finish, Wang Chenning grabbed him by the throat and threw him more than two meters away.

"Some people just don’t know what’s good for them," Wang Chenning sighed, dusting off his hands.

The man thought his neck was about to snap. He never imagined Wang Chenning could toss him aside with his bare hands. His legs gave out in terror, and he collapsed to the floor with a THUD.

He scrambled to get up, but in his panic, he slammed his head right into a pillar. He let out a pained shriek and collapsed again.

Wang Chenning sat down next to Luo Yuqing and asked quietly, "Is he one of Mo Dawei’s men?"

"I don’t know, but he’s definitely no saint!" Luo Yuqing took a sip of her drink, smiling at Wang Chenning. "Anyway, the trouble’s started now, so neither you nor he can expect to stay out of it!"

"Luo Yuqing!" Zhao Xiao’an demanded angrily. "Are you just that bored? Why are you always stirring up this kind of trouble? Just think about it! How many times has this happened lately?"

"I’m helping your little boyfriend get some payback, and you’re blaming me for it?" Luo Yuqing, who had been all smiles for Wang Chenning, put on a stern face for Zhao Xiao’an. "This bar is getting a new owner tonight. Aren’t you interested in watching the show?"

"Huh?" Zhao Xiao’an froze for a second, her mind immediately jumping to the Liyuan Clubhouse that Wang Chenning had taken from Li Mingchao.

’So this was their simple, brutish method for getting things done?’

Just as Zhao Xiao’an was about to ask another question, the middle-aged man whom Luo Yuqing had slapped came over, this time with a posse in tow.

"That’s them! Motherfuckers!" The middle-aged man pointed menacingly at Wang Chenning and Luo Yuqing. "How dare they mess with me! All of you, go! Beat the guy to a pulp and bring the women to me."

"Brother Xu, you’ve got great taste. These two broads are total knockouts. Hahaha! Looks like you’re in for a good time tonight," a skinny guy beside him cackled. "They look like nice girls out looking for a thrill, not hookers. This is perfect. How about it? We have a little contest—we each take one and see who lasts longer?"

"No problem! When have I ever lost to you?" the middle-aged man laughed loudly. "I want the one with the huge tits. I’m gonna ride her all night long! That fucking bitch dared to slap my face. Just you watch how I’m gonna slap her back later."

After listening to their filthy exchange, Luo Yuqing’s expression turned icy. She ordered Wang Chenning, "Take care of them properly. Show no mercy."

Wang Chenning nodded and advanced on the group.

Luo Yuqing sensibly pulled Zhao Xiao’an into a corner, staying out of Wang Chenning’s way.

"Luo Yuqing, you’re insane!" Zhao Xiao’an said, at a loss for words as she was squeezed beside her. "Can’t you play more civilized games? You’re always making Wang Chenning get into fights. What’s the point? Aren’t you worried about ruining his reputation, and your own? Do you really have to play so dirty?"

Luo Yuqing was completely unfazed. "He said a couple of days ago that he’s been training in martial arts his whole life. He needs to stay active, or his skills will get rusty. So, I’m just doing my best to create opportunities for him!"

Zhao Xiao’an retorted irritably, "He was joking, and you actually believed him!"

Luo Yuqing paid her no mind. "Well, his skills are incredible regardless. And don’t you worry, I’ve got people arranged for today. This will be over for him in a minute."

Meanwhile, Wang Chenning had already engaged the group of men.

The men looked intimidating, but none of them were trained fighters. Wang Chenning, on the other hand, was swift and decisive. He took them all down in just a few moves.

The middle-aged man and the skinny guy who had been spouting trash about a "competition" were terrified by the display and immediately tried to flee.

Wang Chenning picked up a nearby liquor bottle and smashed it hard against the skinny guy’s shin.

The skinny guy shrieked in pain and went down with a THUD, tripping the middle-aged man behind him and sending him sprawling.

Wang Chenning strode over, grabbed each of them by their collars, and dragged them back.

He threw the two men down hard in front of Luo Yuqing.

"Weren’t you full of swagger just now? Talking about having a ’competition’ with us?" Luo Yuqing ground her heel into each of them before adding with a cold sneer, "How about it? Why don’t you have your little contest right here?"

"Ma’am! Sir! We wouldn’t dare!" the middle-aged man scrambled to beg for mercy. "We’re sorry, we’re so sorry! We’ll pay for the damages!"

The skinny guy also pleaded, "We’re so sorry, everyone. We were just joking around. Please, don’t take it seriously."

"Joking?" Luo Yuqing sneered. "Who do you think you are to joke with me? You actually dared to mess with *me*?"

Then she barked, "Slap yourselves. Don’t you dare stop until I say so!"

The middle-aged man and the skinny guy exchanged glances but didn’t slap themselves. They just kept pleading for mercy.

Wang Chenning walked up and squatted in front of them. "Can’t bring yourselves to do it, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Alright, how about this: you slap his face, and he slaps yours. The first one to land ten slaps is free to go. Otherwise, neither of you is leaving tonight!"

As he spoke, he hauled both of them up and drove a fist into each of their stomachs.

The pathetic men doubled over, clutching their stomachs in pain.

Luo Yuqing shot Wang Chenning a devastatingly charming smile before roaring, "I’ll count to three! If you don’t start hitting each other, then don’t blame me for what comes next!"

’Stirring up trouble with this guy is actually really fun. He knows just how to play along.’

’He’s such an interesting man. I bet he’s just as cooperative in other things... I’ll have to test that theory sometime.’

Wang Chenning leaned in and whispered in the skinny guy’s ear, "If you knock him unconscious, you won’t have to get hit at all."

The skinny guy shuddered. An overwhelming will to survive obliterated his sense of reason.

He suddenly surged to his feet, swung his arm, and slapped his companion without a moment’s hesitation.

It was a heavy blow, sending the middle-aged man staggering to the ground.

Seeing his own buddy strike him, his face burning from the blow, the middle-aged man flew into a rage. He scrambled to his feet, charged the skinny guy, pushed him back, and landed a hard slap across his face.

The skinny guy stumbled but immediately fought back. He kicked the middle-aged man to the ground, then pounced on top of him and slapped him viciously.

And just like that, two men who had been good friends were now brawling on the floor, trading blows.

Just then, a group of security guards rushed over, brandishing their batons. The leader waved his nightstick and yelled viciously, "What do you think you’re doing? You dare cause trouble in here? Stop right now! Get on the ground with your hands on your head, or don’t blame us for what happens next!"

As the security guards were shouting at the middle-aged man and the skinny guy to stop, several men in black suits also charged toward them...