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Chapter 313 - 210 "Taunt" Skill Max Level_3

Chapter 313: Chapter 210 "Taunt" Skill Max Level_3

"Xiao Lu, Xiao Lu, who would have thought that on my first bar visit I’d actually encounter a group fight scene straight out of a TV drama? So cool, right?"

Ou Lu looked utterly helpless.

"That’s why I said we shouldn’t come to places like this. Let’s just leave... and maybe call the police on the way."

"Come on! Just watch a bit longer, just watch. Speaking of which... why do I feel like that woman in the red ancient costume looks familiar?"

Ou Lu looked but didn’t find Lin Haitang familiar.

It was instead a man standing next to her... whose back seemed somewhat familiar.

...

Meanwhile, Brother Biao and another, who had been keeping an eye on Hu Dazhi and his group, also caught this scene.

"Isn’t that... Xiao Meng, right?"

"Hey! It really is! Why is the master also here?"

"Seems like Xiao Meng is in trouble."

"It’s Hu Dazhi again... Will this guy ever quit? Haunting us like a ghost! Let’s go, grab some weapons!"

"Huh? Can we really get involved?"

"Nonsense! Hu Dazhi’s not bothering us but went after the master instead, what does that tell you?"

"What does it tell you?" Ah Xing was clueless.

"Are you dumb? In TV dramas, whoever leaks the heavenly secrets always invites divine retribution, right?

It’s obvious the master is taking the hit for us!

Can we just stand by and watch?"

Brother Biao, once analyzed, seemed fierce as a tiger.

And believe it or not, this somewhat dubious "heavenly secret" theory was actually pretty close to the truth...

"Right!" Ah Xing slapped his forehead!

The two exchanged glances and immediately rushed into the crowd...

...

"Brother Dazhi! These guys don’t respect you at all, they even dared to make a move!"

Seeing Hu Dazhi coming over with his men, Lip Piercing thug immediately felt like he had found his backing.

The very next moment.

"Slap!"

"Useless! You can’t even handle this small matter!"

Lip Piercing thug covered his stinging face, after a moment of stunned silence, his face turned from green to white.

Hu Dazhi didn’t bother with him and swept his chilling gaze over everyone.

His eyes lingered on Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang, unable to hide a trace of greed.

"Heh heh! Ladies, my subordinate was out of line, I apologize on his behalf.

But... when you hit a dog, you have to look at the owner. You hit my people, shouldn’t you at least give an explanation?"

"Knowing it’s your dog, yet letting it bite around, don’t you know ’not leashing your dog is like being walked by your dog’?"

Meng Lang was sweating buckets!

He was now sure that much of the credit for today’s uproar escalating into a group brawl must be credited to Yan Weiwei’s mouth!

"Weiwei!" Lin Haitang hurriedly grabbed Yan Weiwei, fearing the situation was about to worsen.

Indeed, hearing these words, Hu Dazhi and his group’s faces immediately darkened.

"Ungrateful!"

Hearing their boss’s words, the minions immediately readied themselves and surrounded the place.

"Haitang, Meng Lang, you two step back!"

Yan Weiwei broke free from Lin Haitang and stepped forward fearlessly.

Fan Shigang positioned himself unflinchingly by Yan Weiwei’s side, guarding the flank, his face even showing some excitement.

Watching Yan Weiwei’s majestic "heroic" back as she faced millions, Meng Lang felt somewhat emotional.

It had to be said, being the physical powerhouse of the group, she was indeed very reliable at critical moments, especially when her "taunt" skill was at max level...

You see, almost all the thugs were heading her way...

"Master, the two allies you marked are approaching, estimated to arrive at the battlefield in 3s!"

The sound from the wireless headset made Meng Lang immediately feel at ease.

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, he suddenly rushed out with arms spread wide.

"Don’t hit, don’t hit, let’s talk this out, folks!"

"Meng Lang, get back here!" Lin Haitang next to him reached out to stop him, but it was already too late...

"Kid! Begging for mercy now is too late!"

The lead thug, Lip Piercing, seemed to want to regain his lost face, his eyes showing a fierce light as he threw a fierce punch right at Meng Lang’s face!

The next moment, the world slowed down...

"Ah!"

A scream, and with a punch to his face, Meng Lang spun two and a half rounds in place, luckily Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang immediately caught him, barely stopping him from falling flat on his face.

"Meng Lang!" Lin Haitang exclaimed.

"Damn it!" A flash of anger crossed Yan Weiwei’s expression.

Everyone present felt that the punch was really hard, especially since it made him spin two and a half rounds...

But only Lip Piercing, looked at his fist somewhat astonished.

Did I just... hit him?

Where’s the reaction force?

"Retreat!"

Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang, furious, were about to step forward when they suddenly heard this word by their ear, not comprehending before they were pushed hard backward by Meng Lang in their arms.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Somewhat dazed, they were pushed back several meters by Meng Lang until they were backed against the booth behind them, stopping when they could retreat no further.

Seeing the gang continue to advance, some guys even started grabbing chairs and bottles.

But Meng Lang suddenly pulled back his hands, slipped through between Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang, and returned to stand beside a stunned Lin Haitang.

"Alright, go ahead and fight now!"

It was Meng Lang’s words that instantly snapped Yan Weiwei and her companion out of their daze.

Though they had no idea what he was up to, both were clearly not the "thinking type," and charged directly at the gang.

"Thud! Thud!" Two sounds, two thugs were sent flying backward, instantly causing chaos at the scene.

"Damn it, they dare to fight back, attack!"

The thugs were furious.

At the same time, two figures suddenly burst from the crowd’s periphery...

"Bullying with numbers, take this punch from Laozi!" "Thud!" "Ah!"

"Damn it, I didn’t come looking for trouble, and you dared to come to us? Brothers, let’s beat them together!"

The sounds of collisions, screams, and Hu Dazhi’s somewhat frantic curses filled the chaotic scene.

Men and women scattering, the thunk of flesh against flesh, tables, chairs, and miscellaneous items flying, the shattering of wine bottles creating splashes of bright red...

In the background, Meng Lang, reflected in his eyes, observed a chaotic brawl scene.

However, in his eyes, everything seemed to move in slow motion, even the deformation of faces from punches was visibly clear...

He entered the "brain overdrive" state for the second time.

This "God’s perspective" still felt very peculiar to him, even a bit intoxicating.

It was as if nothing could escape his eyes...

Fan Shigang launched a sweeping kick, instantly sending two thugs into a "floating" state.

Ah Xing threw a straight punch, blooming a thug’s face with blossoms.

Brother Biao moved very slyly, always chopping at thugs beaten by Ah Xing to snatch the final hit, delightedly stealing the show.

Yan Weiwei’s long legs moved as if they were at 0.2 speed in a 0.1 speed slow-motion, her explosive power unmatched wherever she passed.

Even in the distance, Hu Dazhi was "slowly" picking up a wine bottle next to him, his face grim as he eyed Yan Weiwei, the most threatening in the crowd.

Seizing the moment Yan Weiwei turned to face another opponent, he slowly raised the wine bottle behind him, seemingly about to throw it the next moment...

Then the next moment...

"Thud!" A wine bottle exploded instantly on his forehead, and he fell backward.

KO!

Shaking off the red wine on his hand and seeing Lin Haitang’s stunned face looking at him, Meng Lang helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"Sometimes we use violence not because we’ve given up on reasoning, but to reason with idiots..."