They hailed a taxi, and Mu Xiaoyao took Chen Ergou and the speechless Wang Jiefang to Henglong Square. Along the way, Mu Xiaoyao gave Chen Ergou a detailed report of the situation, neither exaggerating nor hiding any military information, trying to provide him with an accurate account. Wang Jiefang also asked Xiaoyao to demonstrate the moves of that fierce man, and they finally came to a conclusion: "Dog brother, it seems like he has some Choy Li Fut style, his movements are swift and powerful, can knock down a 170-pound guy with one hand, and his short-range power is already terrifying. He's a tough opponent, and I'd say that this woman's boxing skills have reached a certain level, making her almost invincible in close combat."

  Xiao Yao's face turned pale, and he increasingly regretted dragging Chen Er Gou into this whirlpool. When they arrived at Heng Long Square, Chen Er Gou told Xiao Yao to wait on the first floor of the square while he and Wang Jie Fang rushed towards M2 bar. The first thing that caught their attention was Zhang Xiang Xiang's trembling and fearful figure in the distance, with a large group of beaten-up friends in front of her, including her boyfriend Gu Ke. These people still had some backbone and didn't pull out all the stops to resolve the situation, but they were just a bunch of useless rich kids who didn't know any influential people. The helpers they called over were only there to warm up the pretty-faced long-haired young man. If they had charged forward together, Gu Ke wouldn't have lost so badly, but everyone was trying to save face and no one wanted to be the first to back down.

  The M2 bar had many customers who wanted to gather around to watch the commotion, but they were all shouted back by a loud-voiced young man with long hair and a girl in a cheongsam dress. After fighting for half a day, only the young man was left standing in the middle of the corridor, with a somewhat majestic aura. Although Zhang Xiang's girlfriend was frightened by this one-sided fight, she couldn't help but feel a twisted admiration for the "one-night-seven-times" young man. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, men often worship the stars, while women choose to kneel at their feet.

  There were more than 20 people on Gu Ju's side, but over a dozen of them had been knocked down by that young man. Zhang Xixi really couldn't think of anyone in the circle who was used to going to bars and racing cars who could take down the pervert in front of her. She suddenly saw Chen Erdog standing in the corner, hesitated for a moment, lowered her voice and frowned: "What are you doing here? Do you still feel like it's not embarrassing enough? This time it's not Cai Huangmao's gang of little rascals, that guy is basically a professional fighter. You'd better go back and guard Xiaoyao, this place doesn't need your help, otherwise Xiaoyao will blame you for dragging her down."

  "Just take a look." Chen Ergou smiled and said, he really didn't plan to eat his fill and rush to the scene with a swollen head like a fool.

  "I've had enough, I reckon you guys can only come up with this much, no need to waste any more time on you. The guy should just knock his head three times and admit defeat, if he thinks he's a shemale, then get the hell out of here quickly, I promise not to beat him up." That guy laughed wildly.

  Really angry, Gu Ju strongly endured the pain and struggled to get up, ran a few steps and kicked one foot towards that arrogant opponent whose fighting level was far beyond his imagination. As a result, he was easily swept away by that guy with just one foot, then flashed out of his hand and grabbed Gu Ju's collar, pulling him back suddenly, head hitting head, bang! Poor Gu Ju fainted and fell to the ground with a slight concussion, estimated to be unavoidable. Zhang Xiangxiang was immediately scared to tears, ran over and sat on the ground hugging Gu Ju's body, crying heartbreakingly. The perpetrator who remained unmoved added insult to injury: "This girl is not bad, why don't you start with her?"

  Zhang Xixi spat out a mouthful of saliva, raised her head and glared at the young man with bloodshot eyes, scolding him recklessly: "Uncouth bastard, dead pervert!"

  As soon as these words came out, Gu Ju's gang felt a chill run down their spines. The face of that ruthless and poisonous pervert, which would normally make women envy its beauty, revealed a sinister smile. Meanwhile, the three men and four women behind the young man looked at Zhang Xixi with eyes that seemed to be staring at a dead person.

  The young man who was scolded as a sissy grabbed Zhang Xixi's hair and tried to pull it up, but felt something was off and instinctively blocked with his left arm. He stumbled and almost fell over, releasing Zhang Xixi, who was like a furious woman, baring her teeth and claws. The young man glared at the stranger, a country bumpkin dressed in cheap clothes, about 1.75 meters tall, slightly hunched over, who had nearly taken advantage of him. He turned his anger towards this tactless guy, shook his arm, clenched his fists, and sneered: "You dare to play sneak attack with me? Let's see how I'll play you to death."

  Finally calming down, Zhang Xixi looked up and glanced at the man who had come to her rescue, Chen Ergou. He was a rural man she had always looked down on, someone who might never be able to make a name for himself in Shanghai, a country bumpkin. She had previously thought him narrow-minded and lacking in sophistication, but now, seeing his pale and gaunt face, she felt an inexplicable sense of security. She wondered why Gu Kuang's gang, who always acted like they were the best, couldn't bring her this feeling. Chen Ergou didn't boast or explain anything; he just slightly bowed his head and looked at the opponent who had threatened to cripple him. Zhang Xixi suddenly realized that an unremarkable, mediocre man could have an astonishing outburst in certain critical moments.

  However, Chen Ergou did not appear to be a big killer like in some gangster movies. He was tired of dealing with his opponent's swift and fierce attacks. The guy who had an overwhelming presence used his left wrist bone to block Chen Ergou's punch, and then his right hand popped out almost at the same time, releasing all his explosive force onto Chen Ergou's chest, making him gasp for air, unable to breathe properly, not giving him any room to turn around. The opponent who was advancing inch by inch presented a straight line, with his right fist directly striking Chen Ergou's head. Chen Ergou could have dodged the attack by shaking his head, but just as he was about to raise his wrist to counterattack his opponent's neck, that guy not only didn't punch back but also opened his palm like a knife and slashed at Chen Ergou's neck with lightning speed, with great force and momentum, sending Chen Ergou flying far away, almost falling to the ground.

  One wave of attack had not yet subsided, and that guy was again approaching him, his hands moving swiftly like lightning, slapping Chen Ergou's ribcage. After stumbling back, he found that this annoying guy had already grabbed onto his hastily thrown punch. Chen Ergou felt that the guy's arm seemed to be exerting no strength at all, his wrist incredibly agile, not giving him any opportunity to attack the joints. Chen Ergou retreated again and again until he was finally smashed into the corridor wall by a single punch, with a thread of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was never good at one-on-one fights, and was completely unversed in any techniques or tactics. Facing this expert who was both swift and steady, Chen Ergou was utterly powerless to fight back.

  Zhang Xixi didn't see any hint of despair or defeat on Chen Erdou's face, instead he was still slightly bowing his body, a very strange posture. Chen Erdou hadn't even wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like those of a wounded wolf. Zhang Xixi thought that Chen Erdou seemed to be the only one who could remain standing after suffering several heavy blows in a row.

  The elegant beauty behind the long-haired young man wore a modified cheongsam with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, the pattern was rich and vibrant, but it even more set off her innate cold and elegant temperament, as if she were an ancient classical lady who didn't eat worldly smoke and fire. She looked slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting that someone could still be unscathed after being hit by a companion's knife and inch-fist.

  She is not like Zhang Xiangxue, who has grown up to be a spendthrift and only knows how to indulge in luxury. She knows the details of Xiongzi's character, understands his explosive force and aggressiveness when fighting. In his place, he might be considered one of the top-notch, but not necessarily the number one or two sharp knife-like figures. However, taking on a dozen ordinary men at once wouldn't put him in an embarrassing situation like being overpowered by a strong crossbow. Actually, she thought this was a very uninteresting thing from the start, without any suspense, just like an adult playing with a kindergarten kid, purely for fun.

  "Continue?"

  The handsome man nicknamed Bear cub gave a provocative hook of his finger at Chen Ergou.

  Chen Ergou spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his body suddenly collapsing like a bow, with incredible speed. He didn't rush to throw punches or kicks, seemingly wanting to engage in close combat with his opponent, who was extremely skilled at close-range fighting. As expected, he was soon hit by a powerful cannon-like blow that contained immense internal force, and he fell backwards like a kite with a broken string. Just as his opponent thought he had the upper hand, Chen Ergou's legs suddenly kicked out, striking his opponent's abdomen with lightning speed. Both men fell to the ground almost simultaneously. This was truly a crazy fighting style that could kill 800 enemies but harm oneself 1,000 times. This time, Chen Ergou couldn't get back up, while his opponent simply rubbed his belly and stood up against the wall. It was clear that Chen Ergou was far inferior to him. The man cursed, "You've capsized in a ditch."

  He was just about to get rid of the guy who made him lose face, when Wang Jiefang, a quiet and unassuming man, calmly stepped in front of Chen Ergou. The young man, who had never felt such a strong sense of crisis before, couldn't help but pause for a moment, sizing up Wang Jiefang with interest. At this time, Chen Ergou also managed to get up, but after taking a deep breath, he felt a sharp pain and gritted his teeth, saying: "It seems I'm not going to get any advantage from this encounter, looks like I'll have to admit defeat."

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  In the eyes of proud Shanghainese, no matter if you are from Beijing or Guangdong, you are a country bumpkin. They never hide their pride in being Shanghainese and are used to looking down on outsiders with disdain. The only people who can make Shanghainese not look down on them seem to be those from other provinces who stand at the top of the power pyramid or are renowned businesspeople in this city, who are extremely wealthy, not just ordinary rich people. Apart from these, everyone else is excluded by Shanghai.

  A young man got off a train from Heilongjiang to Shanghai in the late afternoon, and was immediately surrounded by a large crowd of onlookers who were shocked by his enormous size. He was over 1.9 meters tall, with a robust build that made him stand out like a crane among chickens wherever he went. Even if he wore a pair of old-fashioned thick-soled shoes and a worn-out, patched-up outfit that had faded to white from repeated washing, he would still have been an intimidating figure who could make people feel suffocated just by looking up at him. However, the silly grin on his face completely destroyed the dignity and aura that he was born with, making many people feel both disappointed and relieved at the same time. Soon, most of them had a look of disdain on their faces, thinking to themselves: what else can this foolish laborer do besides wasting the country's food?

  The fool in everyone's eyes held a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, and wherever he went, people would voluntarily make way for him. He studied the Shanghai map inside the train station for nearly half an hour, no one thought he could understand it, and no one dared to approach him, after all, if they were pinched to death by this seemingly mentally ill big fool, they would really die unjustly.

  After a series of transfers, taking three buses, he finally arrived at Ami Restaurant. If Zhang Shengli were present, he would be astonished that this big guy spent almost half the time and took fewer buses, with a shorter route. This would likely make Zhang Shengli, who had been wandering around Shanghai for years, feel unbelievable. When he walked into Ami Restaurant carrying a large sack, the owner's wife didn't dare to speak up, while the owner himself craned his neck to look at him before slipping away into the kitchen. Zhang Shengli, who was dozing off in the corner, stared at this giant for half a minute before jumping up and exclaiming: "Foolish Riches, how did you get here? Haven't you been sold out yet? This is really weird, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me!"

  "Looking for Er Gou." Dumb Big Guy opened his mouth and laughed hehe.

  Then Zhang Shengli took him to the SD bar, where they ran into Wang Huze squatting at the entrance of the bar smoking secretly. As soon as he heard that they were looking for Chen Ergou and that he was Chen Ergou's own brother, he jumped up on his toes and looked up at this giant of a man with a red face and said: "Big guy, can you fight? I think Ergou is in trouble this time, he's busy fighting with someone else, if we don't go now it'll be too late."

  Chen Fugui smiled and nodded, but Zhang Shengli didn't notice anything unusual. However, Wang Hu remained sensed a chilling feeling from Chen's seemingly shallow and simple smile.

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