Hearing these words, Madam Shen was instantly shocked, and then her eyes filled with disgust.
She truly couldn't believe someone could be so shameless.
However, thinking of this, she couldn't help but let out a cold snort. Looking at Song Qiao, she then turned to Han Yong, who was eager to try, and said coldly,
"Knock him out and throw him out!"
With that, she turned to leave, while Han Yong cupped his fists respectfully.
"Yes! Madam!"
As he finished speaking, Han Yong was about to act, but Song Qiao called out at that moment.
"Wait a moment!"
Hearing Song Qiao's voice, Madam Shen's lips curved slightly as she turned back to look at Song Qiao.
"What is it? Are you regretting it? If you apologize to him now, it's still not too late."
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao laughed heartily, shook his head gently, pointed at Han Yong, who was currently frowning, and said with a smile.
"I think if you let him fight me, you'd better wait on the side. If you leave, this matter will be difficult to handle."
Difficult to handle?
This statement made Madam Shen sneer. She gave him a deep look.
Han Yong clenched his fists and was about to strike. Madam Shen raised a hand and stopped him. Han Yong coldly stared at Song Qiao, gritting his teeth.
Under Song Qiao's smiling gaze, Madam Shen asked.
"What's so difficult to handle? Do you think there's any chance for you to compete with him? I don't think you know Han Yong's strength, but it's okay, you'll know soon enough."
While Madam Shen was speaking, Han Yong had already made a fist-clenching gesture towards Song Qiao.
However, Song Qiao paid no mind to this small gesture. Song Qiao shrugged his shoulders and followed Madam Shen, still smiling, not angered at all.
"Because there is no comparison between him and me. If you leave, who will collect the body?"
Madam Shen's expression was blank.
"Your friend will come to collect your body. If you're not at ease, you can find someone to call the authorities for you."
Hearing this, Song Qiao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, revealing a row of white teeth as he grinned.
"I'm not talking about myself, but your subordinate."
"I've said it before, I never hold back when I hit people. If I can't control myself and kill someone, it will be troublesome."
*Swish*—
The moment the words fell, the atmosphere in the entire bar seemed to drop several degrees, and others were so intimidated by Madam Shen's sudden aura that they dared not speak.
Some even marveled inwardly, truly worthy of a conglomerate.
Madam Shen's face was ashen, her chest heaving slightly, as she stared fixedly at Song Qiao, gritting her teeth.
"You audacious brat, you really dare to speak!"
Speaking each word deliberately, Madam Shen looked at Song Qiao's confident expression and, in her rage, laughed.
"Fine, I'll stay here. Beat him to death. I want to see how he gets beaten to death today!"
Upon receiving the order, Han Yong quickly nodded, his face extremely gloomy, and he punched his fists together.
Looking at Song Qiao, he had never encountered such an arrogant person. In front of a taekwondo world champion, he dared to be so presumptuous.
"Arrogant brat, today you will definitely pay a heavy price for what you said and did!"
"I don't think so. Come at me. Since your master thinks so highly of you, this dog, I'll let him see how his dog gets beaten to death."
Watching the verbal sparring between the two, Cui Haoze couldn't have been happier, his lips practically splitting to his ears.
Han Yong was a ninth-dan black belt. This Song Qiao was truly foolish, not only offending Madam Shen but also enraging Han Yong to this extent.
In this case, no matter how skilled Song Qiao was, what good would it do?
He would only end up with no burial place.
At that time, they wouldn't even need to prepare the hundred million yuan in compensation. It would be fine to seize Song Qiao's company and then kidnap all the women around him and play with them one by one.
As he was thinking this, Han Yong was completely enraged. He let out a low roar, stomped on the ground, and leaped into the air. He twisted in mid-air and swung his foot towards Song Qiao's face.
All this happened in a flash.
The speed was so astonishing that the onlookers were all amazed.
"So powerful, truly worthy of being a champion!"
"Mr. Song is truly something, to clash with a world champion. No matter how skilled he is, can he possibly defeat him?"
"What a shame for Mr. Song, so young and accomplished."
"..."
Amidst the various voices, Cui Haoze also looked smug, tilting his head slightly and looking at Song Qiao with his nostrils flared.
He's finished!
Song Qiao is finished!
"Hmph—"
Just then, a muffled grunt suddenly sounded, and then a figure flew backward, crashing into the wall.
Following that, the crowd erupted in an uproar, and Cui Haoze looked in that direction, only to find that the one who was thrown out was Han Yong!
"What happened? He actually slapped Han Yong away with one palm. Is that the strength a human can possess!"
Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, Han Yong stirred slightly, but the pain all over his body was unbearable, his face contorted, and he cried out in agony.
"Ah—"
The heartbreaking screams made everyone present unable to bear to look, and they subtly turned their heads away.
Madam Shen took a step forward, her red lips parted, but she said nothing.
However, Madam Shen's expression was now as black as the bottom of a pot.
Letting out a sigh, Madam Shen looked at Song Qiao, her face filled with anger.
Han Yong's current appearance was extremely disheveled, his face covered in blood, his clothes stained red, and blood constantly flowing from his mouth.
He was completely unlike his previous composed self.
He struggled to stand up, his eyes scarlet as he glared at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao chuckled softly, slowly retracting his palm.
"Taekwondo is a world-renowned martial art. This martial art not only relies on leg strength but also on upper body strength."
He paused slightly, then looked at the struggling Han Yong, narrowing his eyes.
"With your strength, you still have a long way to go. I don't think your taekwondo ninth-dan black belt has much weight. Did you buy it?"
"Bastard!" Being the world champion was Han Yong's greatest honor. Being mocked like this by Song Qiao was something he could not tolerate.
He roared in anger and attacked again.
This time, his attack was much more elaborate. In mid-air, his legs changed positions continuously, and his moves were particularly vicious, directly targeting Song Qiao's lower body.
The onlookers suddenly felt a chill in their lower regions.
In their hearts, the same thought appeared simultaneously.
Song Qiao is finished!
But the next moment, Song Qiao looked at the person who was inches away, chuckled softly, shook his head, and casually threw a punch.
*Bang*—
Han Yong didn't even touch Song Qiao's clothes. In front of everyone's eyes, he was sent flying by a punch, crashing into the wall again, and falling to the ground, completely defeated!