“You two little brats, where did you come from? I could turn a blind eye when you first came in and nothing happened, but now this mess started because of you. You’d better give an explanation for Ma Sanye being taken away!”
As the proprietress finished speaking, the surrounding crowd slammed their tables and stood up, and in an instant, the entire Fengtian Tower was in an uproar.
“Exactly! The proprietress is right! If this guy hadn’t butted in, Ma Sanye could’ve slipped by unnoticed!”
“From the moment these two punks walked in, I knew they were trouble. Why not chop off their hands and feet and toss them into the Grand Canal to feed the fish?”
These folks were true Old Gunners, their words more venomous than the last, yet their expressions remained eerily calm.
Fortunately, Xu Fei and Hell’s Ear weren’t easily intimidated, or they might’ve been scared into begging for mercy by now.
Hell’s Ear felt deeply wronged. After all, it was the old man who cursed at him first.
Besides, Hell’s Ear had no idea the old man was Ma Sanlaizi. If he’d known, he would’ve naturally kept quiet and not started a quarrel that drew the Gong family’s attention.
Hearing the tavern erupt into chaos, Hell’s Ear grew indignant.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, Xu Fei reached out and pressed him down.
“Sit down. Your boss is right here. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it!”
As soon as he said this, someone nearby chimed in with a mocking sneer.
“Look at you, still wet behind the ears, acting like some big shot. Stop embarrassing yourself…”
Before the man could finish, Xu Fei struck like lightning, delivering a fierce kick.
The guy was sent sprawling, crashing to the ground in a heap. What shocked the onlookers was this: despite the man sitting in a chair, neither the table, chair, nor the food on the table was disturbed in the slightest.
Those who caught on realised this young man was no ordinary fighter.
“Ptui! Damn it! I, Er Biaozi, grew up on these streets in split-crotch pants, and no one’s ever dared slap me in the face!”
“You’ve got the guts to make a move, huh? If I don’t get my brothers to tear off both your arms today, it won’t be in line with the rules around here!”
Er Biaozi, the man who’d been knocked down, slowly got up, blood dripping from his mouth, clearly furious.
As he spoke, more than a dozen men from the nearby tables slowly rose to their feet.
Xu Fei, unfazed, extended his fist, inspecting it casually as he spoke.
“Rules? I don’t know what rules you locals have, but I do know one thing: the ones who set the rules are usually the ones with the hardest fists. Do you lot think you measure up?”
“Damn, he’s too cocky! Let’s get him!”
The dozen or so Old Gunners finally lost their patience and charged forward. Xu Fei struck again.
In the blink of an eye, all dozen of them were sent flying, crashing hard onto the floor.
With this move, Xu Fei revealed just a glimpse of his strength, stunning the entire room with his fists.
Er Biaozi, seeing the situation, tried to slip away, but Xu Fei had no intention of letting him off so easily.
“Hold it, Er Biaozi. I’ve got some questions for you. Don’t be in such a hurry to leave!”
