"Ah..."
Su Ke'er, hiding behind Wan Yunting, cried out in surprise. Javan, who had fallen and smashed the table, clutched his chest and rolled over before getting up. His sharp eyes, however, looked at Wan Yunting in astonishment. Based on the speed and agility of his reaction just now, and the force of the kick to his chest, this person was definitely a powerhouse!
"Muay Thai, interesting."
Wan Yunting smiled faintly as he looked at the Thai man and said, "Do you speak Chinese?"
Javan didn't reply because he truly didn't understand Chinese. He was just doing a job for money. He rubbed his chest, stared intently at Wan Yunting, and resumed his attacking stance.
The surrounding diners and the owner of the barbecue stall gathered around, unsure of what was happening.
"Ke'er, you move over there. I'll play with this Thai fellow."
Wan Yunting asked Ke'er to step aside to avoid her getting hurt during the fight.
"No..." Su Ke'er tugged at his arm, her face full of anxiety and fear.
"It's okay, I'm very good at fighting, he can't hurt me."
"Then, be careful..."
With that, Su Ke'er stepped aside and stood with the diners, watching Wan Yunting with worry. Suddenly, she shouted, "Brother Yunting, be careful..."
It turned out that Javan had charged again, leaping into the air and bringing both elbows down towards Wan Yunting's head or forehead. The momentum of his descent greatly amplified the power of the attack. The action was swift and fluid, indicating that Javan's Muay Thai was certainly no joke.
But unfortunately, he was now facing an internal martial arts master in the late stage of Huajin. Javan's external martial arts level could be considered, at most, early Anjin.
Therefore, for this double elbow smash, Wan Yunting only needed one palm. He pierced through the center line of Javan's brought-together elbows, then formed his palm into a fist and directly struck his chin. With the sound of Javan's upper and lower teeth colliding, Wan Yunting's punch sent him flying again. He landed on the ground, staggering back a few steps. Fortunately, his stance was stable, preventing him from falling.
However, this time, he looked at Wan Yunting in utter shock. If the latter could deflect his flying knee to the chest earlier, then him countering the double elbow smash now was no mere coincidence.
"Wow, Brother Yunting is amazing..."
Seeing Wan Yunting knock the man away again, Su Ke'er clapped her hands and cheered. The passers-by and the owner of the barbecue stall also pointed and chatted. It was clear that Javan was Thai, but Wan Yunting, whom he faced, seemed even more formidable.
"Buddy, beat up this Thai guy..."
Instantly, some of the diners who had been drinking cheered loudly.
This amused Wan Yunting. However, he had already surveyed his surroundings and knew that this Thai man had definitely been sent by someone to teach him a lesson. As for who it was, he couldn't quite say yet.
Javan charged at Wan Yunting again. He knew he was facing a master this time, so he unleashed his full strength. He was no longer restricted by rules and regulations as in a competition. Javan was now using Muay Thai's strongest killing moves.
But even so, Wan Yunting still dealt with and resolved them with ease. Thus, everyone could see Wan Yunting smiling, calmly and composedly countering Javan's fierce, potent, and ruthless Muay Thai, creating a stark contrast.
For a time, the surrounding diners cheered and shouted encouragement, as if Wan Yunting and Javan were competing in a ring and they were excited spectators. Everyone had forgotten to call the police.
"Damn it, what Thai champion? He's clearly a phony."
Looking at Javan being repeatedly knocked down by Wan Yunting only to get up and continue fighting, yet unable to harm Wan Yunting in the slightest, Guo Kainian, sitting in his car by the roadside, slammed the steering wheel in anger and cursed. He vowed to have his boxing gym friends expel Javan immediately.
Seeing Javan get up again, his eyes revealing a stubborn and unconvinced spirit, it was clear he also considered this fight a formal match.
"Hey, that's enough. You're not my opponent."
However, Wan Yunting didn't want to play anymore. He said to Javan in Chinese, not caring if Javan could understand.
Javan, who was about to charge, immediately stopped. His stubborn eyes fixed on Wan Yunting. Then, he straightened his body, bowed, and said in Thai, "I lost."
But Wan Yunting, Su Ke'er, and the surrounding diners couldn't understand Thai. However, seeing Javan's gesture, they understood what he meant.
Seeing this, Wan Yunting smiled and then sensed something. He turned his head to look towards the roadside, where a BMW car was turning around to leave. Wan Yunting's eyes narrowed, but due to the headlights, he couldn't clearly see the faces of the people inside.
From this, it could be inferred that this must be the person behind it!
Guo Kainian, in the car, saw that Javan couldn't defeat Wan Yunting and decisively turned the car around to leave.
Javan frowned upon seeing this. Wan Yunting, observing him, became even more certain that the person in the car was the one who sent him to teach him a lesson. However, Javan didn't understand Chinese, or even English. Therefore, Wan Yunting waved his hand at him, saying, "You can go."
Javan didn't understand, but when Wan Yunting waved his hand again, he understood what he meant. He clasped his hands together, bowed respectfully to Wan Yunting again, and then turned to leave.
After all, Javan was a legitimate boxer, and it was his first time doing something like this. If his boss hadn't asked him to, he wouldn't have come. But through the fight with Wan Yunting, Javan clearly understood the gap between them. Therefore, he knew when to stop and showed deep respect to Wan Yunting.
For martial artists admired strength, and Wan Yunting was the first strong person Javan had encountered in China.
"I'm sorry, boss. I'll pay for the damaged items." Wan Yunting turned to the barbecue stall owner and smiled apologetically.
"It's fine, my friend. It's just one table and a few stools that were broken. You don't need to pay. Just continue to patronize my business in the future."
The owner of the barbecue stall was also a straightforward person. Wan Yunting and Javan's fight was so exciting that it felt like a boxing match to everyone. Therefore, the owner and the diners were happy and had no intention of blaming him.
"Thank you, boss."
Wan Yunting admired the owner's business acumen, but he still had to pay for the food that had been overturned from that table during the fight.
"Officer Niu, help me investigate a license plate!"
Wan Yunting took out his phone and called Niu Qiuling directly, saying, "Yue A53h68, can you help me check the identity of the owner?"
It turned out he had remembered the license plate number of Guo Kainian's BMW. Niu Qiuling, who was at home, was taken aback and asked after remembering the license plate, "When are you coming back?"
"Um, later. That's all for now."
Wan Yunting hung up the phone, but Niu Qiuling raised an eyebrow because she heard a girl's voice on the man's end...
"Brother Yunting, who was that Thai guy? Why did he want to fight you?" Su Ke'er asked.
"I don't know yet."
Wan Yunting shook his head and smiled at Su Ke'er, "Don't worry, I've already asked the police to help investigate. Once we find out who sent someone to cause trouble for me, we'll have the police arrest them directly."
"Okay, it's best if the police arrest them directly. You're not allowed to fight anymore." Su Ke'er pouted, having been extremely worried earlier.
"Alright, no more fighting."
Wan Yunting squeezed her flushed, rosy, and cute little face, then smiled, "That's about it."
"Okay, let's go."
Su Ke'er got up. Wan Yunting paid the bill, and while the owner wasn't paying attention, he added an extra five hundred yuan. Then, he called a designated driver to take Su Ke'er back to Southern Hospital first.
At the dormitory building, the two couldn't help but share some affection before Su Ke'er reluctantly went upstairs to rest. Wan Yunting took a taxi back. When he opened the door and walked in, he saw Niu Qiuling sitting on the living room sofa in her pajamas, watching a soap opera.
"How is it? Did you find out?"
Wan Yunting closed the door and changed his shoes, asking.
"I found out."
Niu Qiuling turned to look at him and said, "The owner's name is Guo Kainian, and he is the son of the chairman of Guo's Group."
"Guo Kainian?"
Wan Yunting walked over and sat down beside Niu Qiuling. He raised an eyebrow, trying to recall who this person was, as he didn't have a strong impression of him...
"Young Master Guo!"
Suddenly, he remembered the manager's shout of "Young Master Guo" at the 89 Bar last time. Wasn't that the group of rich second-generation heirs who were with Han Yuze and the others?
"Heh, so it was him."
Understanding who Guo Kainian was, Wan Yunting's lips curved into a sinister smile...