At the alley’s BBQ stall, a table was packed with people.
The leader, shirtless, sported a thick gold chain and a dragon tattoo across his shoulder, barking orders.
Below him sat six or seven young guys, all in white tank tops, tight pants, and trendy shoes, proper delinquents.
Most notably, they all had shaved heads, making a racket.
Nearby tables of older guys frowned, visibly annoyed.
The dragon-tattooed leader shouted, “Why’s it so slow? Where’s the beer? If it doesn’t come soon, the skewers will be gone.”
Aunt Zhou, forcing a smile, said, “Right away, boss.”
Zhou Yuqing, helping after school with her ponytail and apron, hurried over with six or seven mugs of draft beer.
Now, the dragon-tattooed leader and his crew weren’t focused on the beer.
Zhou Yuqing was pretty, petite, and the perfect girl-next-door.
The group’s stares made her nervous, and she timidly said, “Boss, here’s your beer. This extra one’s on the house.”
The dragon-tattooed leader perked up.
Grinning with yellow teeth, he grabbed her wrist, “Don’t go, little sister.”
“Stay and drink with me. I’ll give you a thousand yuan.”
Zhou Yuqing’s eyes filled with fear, instinctively pulling back.
But how could she match the bald guy’s strength? Her wrist turned red.
Aunt Zhou rushed over, pulling her daughter back, smiling apologetically, “Boss, let’s not. My girl’s still young.”
“How about this table’s on the house?”
“Yuqing, go home.”
The lackeys stood, shouting, “What? You looking down on our boss?”
“Think our boss can’t afford a few bucks?”
The dragon-tattooed leader didn’t let go, his face cold, “What? Think I’m beneath you? She’s staying.”
Zhou Yuqing, never having faced this, had teary eyes, desperately pulling away.
Just then, a guy from another table couldn’t take it, standing to curse, “You drinking some booze and forgetting your name?”
“She’s still in high school. Have some shame.”
Blood boiling, his friends couldn’t hold him back.
The dragon-tattooed leader, fired up, raised a beer bottle to smash the guy’s head.
But a hand caught it steady. Jiangnan stood there, smiling.
“What the hell?”
“Where’d this bald kid come from?”
“Brother Jiangnan?” Zhou Yuqing’s red eyes locked on him.
Somehow, she felt less afraid.
“You little punk, where’d you pop up from?”
“Wanna meddle too?”
Jiangnan grinned, “Boss, it’s me.”
“Don’t you get it?”
He pointed to his bald head.
The dragon-tattooed leader blinked, confused, “Bald? What, you wanna join our Bald Gang?”
Jiangnan, feigning shyness, said, “Heh, I’ve long admired your reputation, just never had the chance.”
“By the way, what’s your name, boss?”
The dragon-tattooed leader: ???
You wanna join the gang, admire my name, and don’t even know it?
[Resentment points from Wang Qiang +666!]
“Strong Bro. Tsk, Strong Bro. My bad memory.”
Wang Qiang sneered, “Wanna join? Fine. Go teach that punk a lesson, and you’re in.”
No idea where this idiot came from.
Messing with me, hmph.
Jiangnan smiled, “Easy.”
He grabbed the bottle, slung an arm around the righteous guy’s shoulder, and forced him to sit.
The guy cursed, “You little traitor, so young and already rotten.”
Jiangnan didn’t care.
He pointed at the bottle.
The righteous guy froze.
“What’s this mean?”
Jiangnan: “See? This is green. Right.”
Then pointed to a plate.
“This is white.”
“The beer in the glass? Yellow, or in English, yello.”
The nearby diners were gobsmacked.
What kind of slick move was this?
Wang Qiang: …
You think I meant show him colors literally?
I meant crack his skull.
You’re actually showing him colors?
Yello? Yell your third uncle.
[Resentment points from Wang Qiang +999!]
[Resentment points from Righteous Guy +666!]
[Resentment points from Zhou Yuqing +521!]
…
“You messing with me, kid?”
“You’re asking for it.”
Wang Qiang lost it.
As he stood, Jiangnan swung the bottle back, smashing it on his bald head.
*Bang.*
Glass flew, blood streaked his face.
The sudden strike startled everyone.
This kid’s ruthless.
Cracked Strong Bald’s head open. Damn.
Jiangnan pointed at the bleeding Wang Qiang.
“See? What color’s this?”
Righteous Guy: “Red… red?”
Jiangnan, pleased, said, “There you go, right color.”
“Get him. Waste him,” Wang Qiang yelled, clutching his head.
His lackeys, eyes blazing, smashed bottles and lunged at Jiangnan.
Jiangnan, quick, grabbed a wrist, twisted hard.
A kick sent the guy flying seven or eight meters, crashing into the alley wall.
[Skill triggered: Hand-to-Hand Combat.]
[Current level: Hand-to-Hand Combat: LV1.]
[Add skill points?]
[Current skill points: 123.]
Jiangnan paused.
So this is the skill system that drained my money.
Skill points from the stall fees.
“Add them. Max it out.”
[Added 100 skill points. Remaining: 23.]
[Hand-to-Hand Combat: LV100.]
[Auto-upgraded: Hand-to-Hand Combat (Mastery): LV1.]
Instantly, a flood of knowledge poured into Jiangnan’s mind.
His eyes lit up.
So that’s how you fight.
Facing a stabbing bottle, he sidestepped, grabbed the guy’s head, and smashed a knee into his face.
Nose shattered, blood everywhere.
In moments, seven or eight delinquents were groaning on the ground.
Wang Qiang was stunned.
Jiangnan slapped him, spinning him three times, half his teeth flying out.
Zhou Yuqing covered her mouth, shocked.
Brother Jiangnan’s this good at fighting?
So bold.
It felt like watching an action movie.
Seven or eight guys, not one touched him. A few punches and kicks, all down.
“Haha, satisfying. These loud drunks are annoying as hell.”
“Kid’s got moves.”
Jiangnan scratched his head, grinning, “Keep eating, brothers. Don’t let this ruin your night. I’ve got business with this punk.”
He grabbed Wang Qiang’s waistband.
The 200-pound guy was lifted effortlessly.
The lackeys looked terrified.
They’d messed with a tough one today.
