At this moment, seeing the scene before him, Wen Shao was overcome with extreme fear.
His face turned pale, and his swollen, pig-like features were etched with terror.
Trembling, he pulled out his phone and dialed an external number.
Meanwhile, the other men and women in the room were paralyzed with fear, not knowing what to do.
Some cried out loudly, while others dared not make a sound, feigning death. Some curled up in corners or hid under sofas and tables.
Others tried to escape, but their legs felt like jelly, rendering them completely immobile, terrified of being beaten or kicked to death by Gao Meng.
At this, Wen Shao, hiding behind a chair, shakily threatened Gao Meng, "You, you be careful, I've already called people... Kneel down and apologize now, and I'll let you off the hook..."
Gao Meng sneered, "Go ahead and call. Let's see who you can call. Anyone who dares to come, I'll cripple them, and you won't get away either!"
Wen Shao now seemed to have found some backing and spoke with a cold laugh.
Of course, he couldn't actually form a cold laugh with his current appearance, as he had been beaten into a pig's head, but the cruelty could still be heard in his voice.
He then declared, "Let me tell you, Li Chong of the Tongmen in Modu is coming. He's Tao Fan's disciple! With him here, you won't fare well. Just wait to die!"
Seeing Wen Shao shaking again, Song Qiao found it amusing and decided to toy with him.
He changed his calm expression to one of disdain and said, "Tao Fan himself had his arm broken by me. What use is his disciple?"
Hearing Song Qiao's words, Wen Shao became furious.
In his eyes, Li Chong was a martial arts expert, an object of his admiration, and his greatest protector. Now, he was being dismissed so casually.
He refused to believe that this pretty boy, Song Qiao, possessed any real ability.
"Keep bragging. Let's see how long you can keep this act up. When Li Chong arrives, he'll take care of you."
"Fine, I'll be waiting!" Song Qiao said, then ignored him and found a clean chair to sit down.
Gao Meng, not wanting to hear any more of Wen Shao's nonsense, stepped forward and, with a direct kick, broke his leg.
Crack!
"Ah~" Wen Shao let out a scream of agony, clutching his broken leg and writhing on the ground.
Gao Meng ignored him, reached out, grabbed his arm again, and dragged him to his father's portrait, forcing him to apologize. "Kowtow and admit your mistake, or I'll break another leg, and then your arms!"
These people desecrating his father's portrait had infuriated her.
"Stop!" At this moment, a loud shout was heard.
Everyone in the room turned to look. The newcomer was Li Chong.
A towering, robust man, powerfully built, with a fierce expression and an aura of immense menace and disdain.
He strode in aggressively, followed by a crowd of subordinates.
Many in the room looked pleased.
Especially Wen Shao, whose face lit up with joy. His savior had arrived!
As expected of someone involved in the martial world, Li Chong took in the scene and immediately knew that Song Qiao and Gao Meng were there to cause trouble.
He looked at Gao Meng with a mixture of excitement and a hint of lust.
Gao Meng glanced at him, then, disregarding him, stepped forward and broke Wen Shao's other leg.
"I wasn't planning to act, but you've angered me!"
Li Chong's thick eyebrows shot up in anger. "Good, you little vixen, showing me such disrespect, slapping my face in front of everyone? Don't think you can be arrogant just because you know a few tricks. If you want to die, I'll oblige! But before you die, I'll have my fun with you!"
He said this with a sinister grin.
At this moment, Wen Shao cried out in pain, "It hurts, it hurts like hell! Brother Chong, kill these two! Hurry, as long as you kill them, I'll give you 1% of the Wen family's business assets! I swear it!"
"Good, you said it!" Li Chong exclaimed with delight.
Then, he turned to the others and said, "You all bear witness to this!"
"Brother Chong, I'll keep my word! Ah, the pain!" Wen Shao almost fainted.
"Woman, kneel down, break your own arm, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, you'll die a gruesome death!" Li Chong told Gao Meng.
This time, before Gao Meng could speak, Song Qiao let out a cold snort, "If you don't want to meet Tao Fan in the underworld, speak again!"
His tone was icy. This man dared to speak to Gao Meng like that, threatening to make her suffer.
Li Chong retorted to Song Qiao, "Who do you think you are? You're going to die too. Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily!"
Song Qiao's aura suddenly erupted, "Oh, really?"
At this moment, Song Qiao no longer seemed like an ordinary person. He transformed into a towering mountain, weighing down on everyone's hearts.
He became like a giant, his presence sharp and unyielding.
Li Chong, at the forefront, was directly subjected to Song Qiao's oppressive aura and was immediately intimidated.
As for the others, though only affected by the periphery of his aura, they also felt immense pressure. Some were forced to their knees, while others dropped the items they were holding, such as knives.
The rich second-generation troublemakers who had been wreaking havoc here earlier, though only grazed by Song Qiao's aura, were all terrified and wet themselves.
Of course, it must be said that Tongmen was indeed a significant sect, and some among them possessed a certain backbone.
Among them, a young man with an ordinary appearance.
He gritted his teeth, brandished the cleaver in his hand, and lunged forward, aiming to strike Song Qiao.
He advanced step by step, enduring Song Qiao's overwhelming pressure.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his face gradually turned pale.
His body swayed precariously, but he did not give up, continuing to move forward, step by step.
Seeing him, Song Qiao nodded inwardly. This was more like how someone from Tongmen should act.
However, it was impossible for him to succeed in attacking him.
So, Song Qiao directed a portion of his aura towards the attacker.
Thud!
The young man immediately fell to his knees.
The cleaver in his hand clattered to the ground.
Then, Song Qiao's aura intensified, pinning the man down so he couldn't even lift his head.
After a moment, Song Qiao withdrew his oppressive aura. "You're not bad. You have some backbone."
The young man looked up in surprise, not understanding why he was being treated this way.
What he saw was Song Qiao's expression of admiration.
However, Song Qiao's next action confused him further.
A foot suddenly loomed large in his vision, and then he passed out.
At this moment, everyone present was in shock.
They simply could not comprehend how one person, with mere aura, could suppress the entire room, especially a master like Li Chong, rendering him unable to make a move.
And throughout this entire ordeal, Song Qiao seemed to pay no attention to Li Chong, showing no fear of any tricks he might pull.