"So you're a martial artist, I underestimated you," Liang Dayong's eyes flashed with malice.
"Even so, as the old saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands. Do you think you can beat all my underlings?"
As he spoke.
Liang Dayong's subordinates each grabbed a beer bottle from the coffee table, smashing the bottoms to turn them into sharp weapons.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
"I'm scared!"
A girl burst into tears, terrified.
Everyone else's faces were pale, their eyes filled with unease.
Chen Nan said, "Why don't we let them leave first?"
"Scram, all of you, scram!" Liang Dayong roared.
Although he had intended to have his way with Liu Nana and Chen Hanlu earlier, his good mood had been completely ruined by Chen Nan.
He had to cripple this person; only then could he vent his anger.
The others, as if granted amnesty, quickly ran out of Room 1208.
What saddened Chen Nan was that even Chen Hanlu didn't glance at him as she left, as if his life or death was of no concern to her.
"Chen Nan, I'll give you a piece of advice. You can't afford to offend Master Liang. If you don't want to die, you'd better get on your knees and beg for mercy!" Huang Haoran snorted coldly and resentfully before leaving, trying to curry favor with Liang Dayong this way.
Chen Nan remembered Huang Haoran's plan to get Chen Hanlu drunk and take advantage of her. A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Did I say you could leave?"
"Huh?"
Huang Haoran was stunned.
"Hah, your grandpa!"
Chen Nan kicked a beer bottle, hitting Huang Haoran directly in the abdomen, causing him to cry out and fall to his knees.
Huang Haoran's face contorted, feeling as if all his intestines were twisted together.
The intense pain almost made him pass out, but he still glared with anger, "Chen, it's okay if you hit me, but the problem is you shouldn't have offended Master Liang. Master Liang will definitely not let you, you turtle's egg, off the hook."
Liang Dayong's eyes glinted coldly and he directly ordered, "Go at him together, cripple this guy for me."
"Die, you scumbag!"
Six middle-aged men, holding beer bottles, charged at Chen Nan, shouting.
"A bunch of trash!"
Chen Nan sneered.
These men, despite their robust physiques, were like mere leeks to a cultivator at the Qi Refining stage.
In the blink of an eye.
Chen Nan kicked a marble coffee table weighing several hundred pounds.
"Holy crap!!!"
"Is this a human or a ghost?"
"Run!"
Liang Dayong's subordinates were terrified beyond measure. They had never seen such a ferocious person.
Although three of them reacted extremely quickly, three others were crushed under the coffee table.
The sound of bones cracking.
Wretched cries echoed endlessly.
The pungent smell of blood quickly spread from under the coffee table throughout Room 1208.
"How can this guy be so strong?"
Huang Haoran's eyes were about to pop out.
"Damn you, die!"
Liang Dayong roared, drew a dagger from his waist, and charged at Chen Nan with three of his subordinates.
Although Chen Nan's strength was formidable, they had been in the underworld for many years and were not pushovers.
As the saying goes, a man must fight for his honor. If they didn't cripple Chen Nan today, how could they hold their heads up in the martial world from now on?
Chen Nan raised his leg to kick, but to his surprise, Liang Dayong dodged it clumsily.
"Interesting, I didn't expect you to be a third-rate master."
Chen Nan's eyes twinkled with a playful smile.
Masters in the martial world were divided into third-rate masters, second-rate masters, first-rate masters, and grandmasters, supreme grandmasters.
Supreme grandmasters were absolute top-tier existences.
Although he didn't know how many supreme grandmaster realm powerhouses there were in the martial world, each supreme grandmaster possessed the strength of legendary generals like Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Li Yuanba.
Chen Nan, although not a supreme grandmaster, was someone even supreme grandmasters would look up to.
Liang Dayong roared, "A third-rate master is enough to deal with you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chilling sense of danger lock onto him, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end.
Then.
Chen Nan's shoe sole suddenly grew larger in his pupils. Before he could react, it landed on his cheek.
At this moment.
Liang Dayong's consciousness was in a state of chaos.
His body flew backward uncontrollably, smashing precisely onto Huang Haoran, who had just stood up, clutching his abdomen.
Huang Haoran felt like crying.
Why was it always me who got hurt?
"Die!"
At the same time.
Liang Dayong's three subordinates also appeared in front of Chen Nan, their beer bottles sharp as knives.
As long as they stabbed into Chen Nan's body, he would lose half his life even if he didn't die.
"Scram!"
Chen Nan swept out with a whip kick, instantly sending the three of them flying backward, spitting blood.
"No more fighting, no more fighting! We're willing to apologize!" Liang Dayong's face was covered in blood, swollen like a pig's head. His sunken nose bridge looked particularly ferocious.
However, because Chen Nan had knocked out several of his teeth, his speech was slurred.
Chen Nan casually sat on the sofa, picked up a cigarette, lit it, and then slowly said, "An apology requires the right attitude. If you apologize while standing, I don't seem to see your sincerity!"
Liang Dayong's expression stiffened. Even the pain in his body temporarily disappeared.
He hadn't expected Chen Nan to be so arrogant and bully them into kneeling to apologize.
"Master Liang, how can you let this arrogant guy off so easily? If you do, where will your face go? Won't people in the martial world laugh at you?" Huang Haoran said indignantly, adding fuel to the fire.
*Slap!*
Liang Dayong raised his hand and slapped him across the face, roaring, "You motherfucker, are you trying to provoke me? Do you want to use me as your pawn?"
Huang Haoran said guiltily, "No, no, no, I absolutely have no such intention."
"If you don't, then shut your mouth!" Liang Dayong roared. In fact, he also wanted to cripple Chen Nan, because he had never been so embarrassed since he started his career.
But he knew very well that Chen Nan's strength had definitely reached the level of a second-rate master.
Let alone the few of them, even ten or eight more men would absolutely not be this person's opponent.
As the saying goes, "As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn." Liang Dayong finally knelt before Chen Nan, lowering his head and enduring the humiliation, "Master Chen, I, Liang Dayong, have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. I implore you to be magnanimous and spare us brothers!"
Chen Nan smoked his cigarette and said, "I can forgive you, but I have one condition."
Liang Dayong: "Please tell me."
Chen Nan's eyes were like venom, and he looked coldly at Huang Haoran: "Stomp his balls until they burst!"
*Boom!*
Huang Haoran's scalp tingled, and he looked at Chen Nan in disbelief, his voice trembling, "Brother Chen, your sister and I are classmates. We have no past grudges and no recent enmity. Why are you treating me like this?"