Chapter 105: Whose Legs Are You Going to Break?

"Little brat, I didn't expect us to run into each other again so soon. Let's see who is going to protect you now!" The muscular man from the plane, accompanied by four identical muscle-bound companions, surrounded Zhou Xuan and Mactour, speaking in an extremely arrogant tone.

Earlier that morning, the four of them had been utterly depressed. Overawed by Sister Yu's formidable presence and not daring to cause trouble at the airport, the four had sneaked away with their tails between their legs, only to feel deeply humiliated afterward.

Because of this, the four of them had arranged to meet another friend at Sanlitun to unwind and hit the bars.

The muscular man never imagined his luck would be so good as to run into the little brat from the plane here, and that woman was nowhere in sight.

"Hmph, even if that woman were here, so what? Brawls are an everyday occurrence in places like this." Thinking along these lines, the muscular man and his friends resolved to teach Zhou Xuan a thorough lesson.

As the muscular man finished speaking, the other four flexed their robust chests and physiques. Such well-toned muscles drew squeals from the surrounding women. However, seeing that these five men were looking for trouble with Zhou Xuan and his companion, not a single person stepped forward to intervene.

Everyone wore the expression of spectators waiting for a good show, while a few cast sympathetic glances at Mactour's handsome face. They simply could not fathom how Zhou Xuan and Mactour had managed to provoke these five fellows; it looked like they were about to get severely beaten.

The stark contrast in strength between Zhou Xuan's duo and the five muscular men left everyone clicking their tongues in astonishment. More than a few older women cast interested gazes toward Zhou Xuan, finding it utterly bizarre that such a young boy was stirring up trouble in a bar.

Just as Zhou Xuan and Mactour were locked in a standoff with the five muscular men, several people in a third-floor private VIP room were watching the scene below with great enthusiasm.

Wasn't one of them an incomparably stunning woman, none other than Sister Yu? The ladies beside her were also genuine beauties with slender figures, all of goddess-level caliber.

One had to admit that if these women descended to the main hall below, ninety-nine percent of the women in the dance hall would instantly be eclipsed.

"Sister Yu, is this the very interesting little brother you were talking about? He doesn't look like much, does he?" asked a woman of twenty-four or five, dressed in an ultra-short skirt, as she looked down at Zhou Xuan.

Sister Yu smiled sweetly. "Heh, you mustn't underestimate this little brother. Look how calm he is; he certainly doesn't take those five pieces of trash seriously."

"Sister Yu, is that for real? Shouldn't we send someone down to help? What if this very interesting little brother gets beaten up? You'll be filled with endless regret then!" another woman dressed in a long white dress, radiating the aura of a dignified and refined lady, reminded Sister Yu.

Sister Yu remained completely unfazed by the teasing. "Then let's wait and see. I believe this little brother's martial arts skills are extraordinary. He left that muscular man completely helpless on the plane, after all."

"Haha, extraordinary martial arts. Sister Yu, which kind of martial arts are you referring to?" The woman in the ultra-short skirt blinked and smiled meaningfully.

The woman in the long dress chimed in with teasing remarks as well. "Oh right, the airplane lavatory is a great place to practice martial arts. Sister Yu, you must have already tried it out, otherwise how would you know this little brother's skills are so formidable?"

Sister Yu laughed, "Are you girls asking for a beating? That's not what I meant!"

As they spoke, Sister Yu and her sisters began playfully scuffling, an ungracefully lively sight. Fortunately, this was an upscale private VIP room, sparing others the spectacle.

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Looking at the five men before him without a shred of regard, Zhou Xuan said indifferently, "I spared you on the plane, yet you still dare to hunt me down. You must have grown tired of living."

"That's right! Do you even know who I am?" Mactour finally forced himself to speak up. If he took a beating here, it would be disastrous. After all, there were five muscle men on the opposite side, and his own side definitely couldn't win a physical fight.

With a sharp *crack*, Mactour was sent flying by a slap from the muscular man from the plane, crashing sideways into a seat.

Zhou Xuan made no move to help Mactour; it was high time Mactour learned a lesson. The man had leaked information to Sister Yu, so how could Zhou Xuan ever feel secure doing business with him in the future?

"Get lost! The little brat is who I'm after, or I'll break your dog legs!" After shoving Mactour aside, the muscular man from the plane strode right up to Zhou Xuan.

"Little brat, today I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

"Heh, are you sure you want to do this?" Zhou Xuan asked expressionlessly.

"Sir, please refrain from this. If you want to fight, take it outside," the nearby bartender chimed in with a reprimand.

Instead of compliance, he was met with another slap from the muscular man. "Damn it, I run with Brother Qiang! What's wrong with beating someone here? Boys, give this kid a thorough beating today. This kid has a lot of strength, so watch yourselves."

"Haha, with that scrawny frame of his? Brother Wang, you must be joking."

"Come, come, a single punch will drop him."

Listening to Brother Wang, the other muscular men completely dismissed Zhou Xuan.

The onlookers sharing the peanut gallery were also overwhelmingly pessimistic about Zhou Xuan.

"It's over, he's doomed. This little brother is probably going to lose an arm or a leg."

"Sigh, what a pity. Why aren't the bar security guards coming over yet?"

"Didn't you hear? They run with Brother Qiang; the bar probably doesn't dare interfere."

Zhou Xuan stood up, pulled Mactour behind him, patted his shoulder, and smiled. "Brother Mai, relying on family background is never as good as relying on yourself. If you are nothing but trash, even if you belong to the Mai family, people will just assume you aren't valued by your clan. They'll beat you, and that's the end of it. If it were your older brother, that would be a different story."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, shifted his stance sideways, and lashed out with a swift kick from his left leg, landing squarely in the stomach of the muscular man from the plane. The muscular man flew four or five meters, crashed heavily into the sofa of a neighboring booth, and then rolled onto the floor.

Zhou Xuan turned around, curled his finger at the remaining four men, and provoked, "Come on!"

To be honest, Zhou Xuan's attack had been so fast that the four men hadn't even reacted before Brother Wang went flying. Stunned by this sudden turn of events, their momentary hesitation allowed Zhou Xuan to take down an opponent without resistance.

"Ah!"

With a loud roar, one of the muscular men lashed out with a fist while the other three flanked him from the left and right, throwing punches as well.

Undaunted by the danger, Zhou Xuan dodged left and right, delivering instantaneous punches and kicking with the speed of the wind. Following four loud thuds, all four muscular men crashed directly into the crowd, drawing shrieks of alarm as the dance hall music ground to a halt.

A sudden, heavy silence descended upon the spacious hall, followed immediately by women's screams and men's shouts. It was only then that the bar's security guards finally arrived fashionably late.

"What's going on here? How dare you start a fight here? Do you know whose territory this is?"

Without even glancing at the guards, Zhou Xuan sat back down, took a sip of his drink, and smiled at Mactour. "Brother Mai, between me and your brother, who do you think is stronger?"

Mactour, meanwhile, wore a bewildered expression, clearly dumbfounded by Zhou Xuan's display.

The lead security guard's expression shifted when he saw the men sprawled on the floor, and he hurried over to help the muscular man from the plane back to his feet, asking with concern, "Brother Wang, are you alright?"

Clutching his aching stomach, Brother Wang roared, "Why aren't you finding me a doctor, and grabbing this kid? I'm going to break his legs!"

Just as everyone thought Zhou Xuan was finished, the crowd suddenly parted. Sister Yu walked through like a god of gamblers entering a casino, her face frosty as she addressed the head security guard.

"Whose legs are you going to break?"