My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 314 - 211: Cutting Off My ’Supply Line’?

Chapter 314: Chapter 211: Cutting Off My ’Supply Line’?

Originally, he only wanted to keep a low profile as a Central Dispatcher, but he ended up taking action...

For some reason, seeing Hu Dazhi’s face, especially when he was trying to sneak an attack, his anger surged. Before he knew it, the bottle had already left his hand.

Meng Lang knew that he was not "fighting alone" just now...

Impulse is the devil!

Does this qualify as doctors who can’t heal themselves?

Last time it was a lifesaving grace, this time it was a grudge for a broken leg.

It’s said that if you owe a favor, you repay it, and if you hold a grudge, you avenge it.

As the person involved, I really didn’t have much of an opinion.

But even if it’s a public place, couldn’t you knock before entering, showing a little basic respect for my body?

Alas! This unavoidable, time-transcending love and hate...

While I sighed, the battle before my eyes had pretty much ended.

The thugs on the ground were strewn all over, most of them groaning in pain, and the few who could barely move were desperately kicking their legs back, trying to get as far away as possible from the few death gods before them.

Meng Lang wasn’t surprised by this outcome.

After all, it was a collection of elites from several "instances"; the lineup was luxurious!

Ah Xing and Brother Biao could each fight back alone, not to mention now they were joined by Yan Weiwei and Fan Shigang, these two well-trained fighters.

With Southern Boxing and Northern Kicks, and himself as a controlling guard, the opponents could hardly stir up any trouble.

Meng Lang had only two tasks, to control the "casualties" on his side, and the "casualties" on the other side.

After the fight, Yan Weiwei dusted off her hands.

"Tch! Just got warmed up and they all went down, not satisfying at all!"

Glancing around, she noticed a cut on Fan Shigang’s arm which was dripping blood, and she frowned immediately.

"What happened?"

"Oh! Got slashed with a piece of broken glass bottle, it’s nothing!"

Fan Shigang said indifferently, glancing over in Meng Lang’s direction.

It was unclear whether Brother Meng’s "ruse" was working or not.

"A little scene like this and you’re already injured, your skills need more polishing!" Yan Weiwei retorted with her sharp tongue.

However, looking at Fan Shigang’s expression, she seemed quite satisfied.

Then she turned to look at the two "allies" who suddenly joined the battle from behind and focused her gaze on Ah Xing.

"Nice Five Ancestor Fist there, thanks!"

"Hehe! Just learned it for a few years from my master," Ah Xing chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

"Beep-do~ Beep-do~"

Just then, the shrill sound of police sirens came from outside the bar, and Meng Lang checked the time.

Yep! Captain Wang is responding to the call, still so punctual!

Looking at the messed-up bar, he confirmed they had "protected" the scene well, making it easier for the police to clean up.

After thinking it over, he smeared the residue of the red wine on his lips...

...

"Brother Meng, how did you get hurt?"

Wang Zhao Ping looked at the "fresh red" on Meng Lang’s lips, surprised.

"Alas! I didn’t expect it. We live in a harmonious society, yet there are still such vicious evil forces. If harassing someone doesn’t work, they resort to beating them up.

No! It was practically an attempt to kill!

Officer Wang, you have no idea, at that moment, more than twenty people were beating the few of us, even using broken glass bottles!

We had several girls with us, and these guys even beat the women.

Look, my gums are loose, and look at my friend’s wound. If it were any deeper, he could have been crippled!"

Meng Lang, possessed by his acting skills, began to show off his acting chops.

Wang Zhao Ping looked at the wound on Fan Shigang’s arm and twitched his lips.

Crippled? Such a shallow wound probably won’t even leave a scar!

"Officer, it’s unjust! It was them who started it!"

Hu Dazhi looked utterly miserable as he cried injustice.

At this point, his head wound had been roughly bandaged, not bleeding much, but his face and hair were sticky and matted with red wine, making him look extremely wretched.

He certainly hadn’t expected that just casually harassing a woman would get him into such trouble!

Cheng Biao and Ah Xing, who joined the fight halfway like Cheng Yaojin, could be ignored, but that man and woman using their legs could fight several opponents each.

Those kicks, one kick per person, were definitely from trained fighters!

It’s rare to encounter even one such expert normally, but today he had bumped into a whole group...

He even started to suspect whether tonight’s event was a setup by Brother Biao, who had gathered these experts in advance, then lured him in with a beauty!

Looking at the group, which included the weakest and most harmless-looking young man who knew the responding officer, he suddenly felt uneasy.

"Officer, my brother just wanted to ask this lady for a drink, at most it was a flirtation—a very normal act. But they started beating us up directly.

We kept cool, not wanting to make a fuss, but those few were relentless, they were hitting to kill!

Look at how few of them got hurt? Now look at us, we’re all beaten up!

My head will probably need quite a few stitches, and several of my brothers have broken ribs!"

As the saying goes, a long illness makes the best doctor.

Hu Dazhi, who frequently danced on the edge of criminality, knew today’s incident must not be defined as unilateral "provoking trouble."

The best outcome would be it getting defined as mutual combat, with the police then mediating.