Chapter 153: Punches to the Flesh, Just Do It!
"A Lang, be careful!"
Wang Yuyan's face turned pale with fright. After loudly warning Lin Lang, she instinctively hid in the innermost corner of the private room, trembling, looking extremely scared.
"Everyone, stop fighting!"
"Don't you just want autographs and photos? I'll cooperate with you for photos!"
Cang Guoming's expression also changed instantly, and he secretly groaned. He never expected to encounter such a violent incident caused by local ruffians in Shanghai.
"Ming Ge and Miss Wang, don't be afraid!"
Seeing that a violent incident was unavoidable, Chu Tiannan immediately grabbed a red wine bottle from the dining table and shielded Cang Guoming and Wang Yuyan.
A close-quarters, fist-to-flesh battle was about to erupt.
AI-generated arrogant bikers
Facing the dozen or so hooligans who were attacking him, Lin Lang showed no sign of retreating. His eyes were as sharp as knives. His body leaned slightly forward, his legs spread shoulder-width apart, his hands clenched into fists, and his muscles tensed, like a tiger poised to strike.
Lin Lang's figure flashed, and like a ghost, he met the enemy head-on, swinging his right fist to smash fiercely into one of the hooligans' faces.
"Bang..."
Lin Lang's punch was extremely fast and powerful. The hooligan had no time to react. He only felt a blackout before falling heavily to the ground.
The hooligan, who was tragically knocked to the ground by Lin Lang's punch, had his head buzzing. Due to a severe concussion, he instantly lost his fighting ability.
"Holy motherfucker!"
"Brothers, get him! Swarm this pretty boy!"
More than a dozen tattooed biker hooligans swung their fists and viciously pounced on Lin Lang, who was outnumbered.
Facing the dozen or so menacing hooligans who swarmed him, Lin Lang stood firm like a pine tree, his gaze like a torch. He just sneered, his steps not moving an inch.
"You little shrimps, don't waste my time. Just come at me all at once!"
Lin Lang's movements were as fast as lightning. A Muay Thai assisted flying knee struck one of the hooligans squarely in the face. With a miserable scream, the opponent flew backward like a broken kite, his body hitting the floor heavily, blood gushing from his nose and mouth, unable to get up for a long time.
Wang Yuyan and Cang Guoming both stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what was happening. They never expected Lin Lang, who looked like a pale scholar, could actually fight one against ten without backing down.
Immediately after, Lin Lang dodged a sneak attack from a hooligan and, taking advantage of the momentum, kicked him in the stomach. The hooligan grunted, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground, rolling in pain.
"Ouch... it hurts so much!"
Black Three, who was standing at the entrance of the private room watching the fight, had just been arrogant and domineering. Seeing Lin Lang fighting one against ten without being at a disadvantage, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Lin Lang, a man of few words but ruthless, gave the opposing force no chance to breathe.
Lin Lang moved like the wind, weaving through the narrow private room. Every strike was precise and vicious. His fists and feet rained down on the local ruffians, each punch and kick accompanied by a series of shrill screams.
"Brothers, don't be cowards, let's get him!"
Lin Lang dodged a front kick sideways and then unleashed a Judas Elbow. With a "crack," the hooligan whose nose was tragically broken by Lin Lang's elbow fell to the ground, blood gushing from his nose and mouth, wailing miserably.
Lin Lang narrowly blocked the fierce attacks of several hooligans and suddenly used a sweeping leg, tripping two hooligans closest to him.
"Motherfucker!"
"Brothers, beat him to death!"
Lin Lang quickly raised his hand to block a swinging wine bottle. Then, Lin Lang fiercely kicked the hooligan who was swinging the wine bottle, sending him flying to crash against the wall of the private room, spitting blood and collapsing in pain.
"If you don't believe me, keep coming. I'll send you unfortunate brothers to the orthopedic ward together."
Lin Lang moved agilely among his enemies, flexibly using various combat techniques, making it impossible for his opponents to defend against him.
"Go to hell, motherfucker!"
A hooligan holding a dagger viciously stabbed at Lin Lang's abdomen, but Lin Lang sidestepped, perfectly avoiding the sneak attack.
Immediately after, Lin Lang instantly used a grappling technique, fiercely breaking the wrist of the knife-wielding hooligan. After a miserable scream, he was slammed to the ground by Lin Lang with an over-the-shoulder throw.
"How dare you hurt my brother, damn your grandma!"
Lin Lang deftly dodged a heavy punch, while simultaneously unleashing a Vajra Arm, directly sending the opponent flying backward to fall heavily onto the floor.
Lin Lang's fists were as swift as lightning, each strike carrying the sound of breaking wind, making people feel endless power.
In the small space of the restaurant's private room, Lin Lang's movements were unrestricted. He bravely used various combat techniques, with throws, over-the-shoulder throws, and back throws appearing endlessly. Though outnumbered, he held a distinct advantage.
Each time Lin Lang knocked down a yellow-haired biker, it caused a dull thud, as if the entire room was trembling.
In the close-quarters melee, Lin Lang's eyes were as sharp as knives. His breathing was steady and powerful, as if he would never tire, launching relentless attacks.
At this moment, Lin Lang perfectly demonstrated what it means that offense is the best defense.
In this fierce battle, Lin Lang displayed extraordinary combat ability. His movements were as fluid and natural as flowing water, every move and every stance containing endless killing intent.
Lin Lang, with his max-level comprehensive combat skills, was like a war god descended, moving freely in the chaotic fight. Despite being outnumbered, Lin Lang remained calm, constantly searching for his opponents' weaknesses and delivering fatal blows.
Lin Lang sometimes punched, sometimes kicked, sometimes elbowed, and sometimes kneed. Every move was a steady, accurate, and ruthless attack. Fighting one against ten, he left the opposing hooligans with no power to retaliate.
Finally, after a fierce battle, more than a dozen biker hooligans were all beaten by Lin Lang and lay scattered on the ground, their faces full of pain, groaning incessantly.
Some hooligans curled up, rolling on the ground in pain.
Some hooligans clutched their broken arms, screaming miserably.
Some hooligans had bruised and swollen faces, several teeth knocked out, and were screaming in agony with blood gushing from their noses and mouths.
Half of the hooligans were even directly knocked unconscious by Lin Lang, who struck with extreme ruthlessness.
Lin Lang's self-defense counterattack, where he was outnumbered, was simply a feast of violent aesthetics. Every one of his movements was full of power and beauty, making people's blood boil.
Cang Guoming and Wang Yuyan were both so shocked that their mouths hung open. They had never seen someone so capable of fighting outside of a movie, which completely refreshed their perception of Lin Lang.
It's no exaggeration, the scene of Lin Lang's passionate fight against ten people was even more enjoyable than watching a kung fu movie.
Especially Wang Yuyan, her eyes sparkled with admiration as she watched Lin Lang single-handedly wipe out more than a dozen hooligans, causing her pupils to tremble with shock.
Chu Tiannan was so stunned his scalp tingled. He never expected Lin Lang to be so good at fighting, chasing more than a dozen hooligans around the private room by himself, teaching these yellow-haired bikers a lesson in minutes.
"Holy shit!"
Black Three clearly didn't expect to encounter a tough opponent like Lin Lang. Seeing his subordinates being knocked down by Lin Lang in no time, it was a truly tragic sight.
The little punk girl, Huang Cuicui, was scared out of her wits, hiding behind her boss, Black Three, and weakly said, "Brother Three, we've met a tough one today, should we run?"
"Damn it!"
"If I leave my brothers and run, how will I ever make a name for myself on the streets again?"
Black Three, sweating profusely and feeling extremely guilty, was still brandishing a switchblade, looking as if he wanted to scare Lin Lang away.
Lin Lang pulled out a comb from his body, arrogantly combing his hair while looking at the knife-wielding Black Three, mercilessly mocking, "Fighting is just fighting, damn it! I hate it when people mess up my hair the most."
Black Three looked at Lin Lang in disbelief, somewhat intimidated, and asked, "You, you, you... who the hell are you?"
"I'm someone you can't afford to provoke!" Lin Lang walked step by step towards Black Three, a cold look in his eyes.
"You... don't come any closer!" Black Three's voice trembled as he continuously retreated with the knife.
"Brother Three, I'm so scared! Brother Three, good luck! I, I, I... I'm out of here!" Huang Cuicui, already terrified, ran off and disappeared in a flash.
Black Three couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, this niangmenr is so disloyal!"
Lin Lang's lips curled into a cold smile as he slowly approached Black Three, provoking him, "Weren't you so awesome just now? Why are you a coward now?"
Black Three kept shaking the switchblade in his hand, sweating profusely as he threatened, "Don't you fucking come any closer! Believe it or not, I'll go in with a white knife and come out with a red knife, and let some blood for you!"
"Heh heh~ You're really good at showing off. If you've got guts, stab me with that knife!" Lin Lang's laughter was full of disdain and mockery.
Anger rose from his heart, and malice grew in his courage.
Black Three, enraged and humiliated, veins bulging on his forehead, his expression becoming distorted and ferocious, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, suddenly hardened his heart and swung the knife in his hand, stabbing fiercely at the bare-handed Lin Lang.
"Go to hell!"
Lin Lang, however, was unhurried. His figure flashed, and he easily dodged Black Three's fatal stab, mercilessly mocking, "A little shrimp trying to be a big boss and take on little brothers, I'm truly amused!"
"Damn it, today your Grandpa Three is going to take your dog life!"
Black Three was so furious that smoke seemed to come out of his seven orifices. Like a mad beast, he glared with fierce eyes, letting out a low growl, and continued to swing his knife at Lin Lang as if his life depended on it.
Lin Lang moved agilely, toying with Black Three, constantly changing his stance and position, always maintaining a certain distance from Black Three, and always managing to perfectly dodge Black Three's knife at critical moments.
Seeing this, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but worry for Lin Lang, and loudly warned, "A Lang, be careful!"
Lin Lang, however, replied proudly, "Just a little shrimp, nothing to fear!"
Black Three was almost driven to death by anger after hearing that. After attacking with the knife for a long time without success, he became increasingly anxious, and his movements gradually became disorganized, wildly swinging the knife at Lin Lang.
Lin Lang seized the opportunity, suddenly sidestepping Black Three's chop, then grabbed his arm, pulling and throwing fiercely, using an arm-lock over-the-shoulder throw.
With a dull "thud," Black Three was slammed heavily onto the dining table in the private room.
The originally sturdy dining table immediately shattered into pieces, with splinters and tableware flying everywhere. Black Three, having been thrown through the table, lay on the ground, clutching his stomach in immense pain, his face contorted, letting out agonizing screams.
However, that wasn't all. Lin Lang then kicked Black Three in the stomach again, sending him flying to crash against the wall, then sliding to the ground, curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably, already in dog-like pain!
