Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 251 - 252: Who Ruined My Good Fortune?

Chapter 251: Chapter 252: Who Ruined My Good Fortune?

Zhao Zhifei and his group had originally wanted to come over and persuade the others, but seeing how joyfully they were drinking, it seemed they were completely dismissing Jin Long. Everyone couldn’t help but shake their heads secretly and curse Wang Xiaoqiang and his friends for not knowing their limits.

Especially seeing Song Xiaodong actually kissing Miao Xuanxuan there, it frustrated them even more. Had these people gone mad? In such a situation, they still had the mood to be affectionate.

Suddenly, the entrance became chaotic, and then a group of people strode in, led by Mad Bull, the bald big man.

"My God, Mad Bull has come!"

"Who is Mad Bull?"

"Man, you don’t know? Mad Bull is one of Jin Long’s most capable underlings, immensely strong, like a crazed bull, that’s why he’s nicknamed Mad Bull. Moreover, this guy is extremely ruthless; if anyone falls into his hands, he would break all of that person’s arms and legs with his bare hands."

While everyone whispered among themselves, they scattered in all directions, and the tables around Song Xiaodong and his group also cleared out instantly, making them stand out significantly.

As Mad Bull entered, he indeed carried a formidable presence and was quite pleased with everyone’s reactions.

He walked straight up to Song Xiaodong’s table, and seeing Song Xiaodong and Miao Xuanxuan still kissing, Mad Bull’s eyes nearly popped out. He kicked over a table next to him and shouted loudly, "Fuck, do you fuckers know you’re about to die and here you are, enjoying a kiss of death?"

The sound of breaking bottles finally startled Miao Xuanxuan awake. She separated from Song Xiaodong, turned her head, and seeing Mad Bull’s bald head, she frowned, slammed the table, and commanded authoritatively, "Are you sick? Don’t you know ruining someone’s moment is as low as being born without nuts?"

Mad Bull’s eyes widened in shock, and even his followers were taken aback, looking at Miao Xuanxuan as if she were a monster. She might be pretty, but her words were too fierce.

Li Gang and Wang Xiaoqiang were also nervous when Mad Bull entered, their legs growing weak. Miao Xuanxuan’s outburst suddenly made them feel utterly inadequate. They thought, "Even a woman can stand up like this; how can we be so spineless?" Then they simultaneously gave Miao Xuanxuan a thumbs up, shouting, "Sister-in-law is mighty!"

Miao Xuanxuan, arms around Song Xiaodong’s neck, twisting her butt, complained, "Dongzi, this guy is really annoying, get rid of him quick."

Song Xiaodong laughed, saying, "Alright!" Then he glared at Mad Bull, saying, "Are you guys Jin Long’s underlings? If you want to fight then hurry up, if not, get the hell out."

Mad Bull was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, rubbing his bald head, saying, "Interesting, it’s been years since anyone dared to be so arrogant in front of Mad Bull. Just for that gutsy attitude, I have to commend you guys."

Song Xiaodong, arms around Miao Xuanxuan’s waist, said, "You’re not worthy yet."

"Fuck! Who is this little bitch talking big?"

"Exactly, you’re saying Mad Bull talking to you isn’t worthy? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Kill him! He simply doesn’t know how high the sky is!"

Mad Bull’s followers immediately glared and roared, used to strutting around under Jin Long’s banner. Now that someone dared to belittle them, it was absolutely unbearable.

"It’s really noisy, annoying like flies." Song Xiaodong stood up while holding Miao Xuanxuan.

Miao Xuanxuan let go of the arm around Song Xiaodong’s neck and stepped aside, saying, "Dongzi, don’t be polite with them, you can tell they are not good people."

Mad Bull extended his hand and motioned to silence his followers, his bull-like eyes fixed on Song Xiaodong as he slowly said, "It’s alright for a young man to be a bit reckless, but being too reckless will only lead to losses."

Song Xiaodong stepped forward two paces, stopping just two meters away from Mad Bull, and said, "I’m not one for trouble, but if someone provokes me first, I won’t be polite with them."

Mad Bull’s face contorted into a grim smile and said, "Do you know how I’d deal with you if you ended up in my hands?"

Song Xiaodong, with a disdainful curl of his lip, said, "Don’t worry about that, you won’t get the chance."

Mad Bull laughed heartily and said, "Very good, very good! Then I’ll just have to show you if I get the chance. My men say you can fight pretty well; today I’ll challenge you to a one-on-one."

"Good!" Song Xiaodong simply blurted out one word.

"Haha... This idiot actually challenging Mad Bull one-on-one, that’s just hilarious."

"Now this will be fun. Let’s see how Mad Bull tortures him."

"I haven’t seen Mad Bull beat someone down in a long while, finally, I can enjoy it again."

The surrounding followers were all immensely excited, having full confidence in Mad Bull.

Mad Bull clasped his hands together, the knuckles cracking loudly, then twisted his neck, cracking it again, and said, "It’s been a long time since someone was worth my effort. I’ve got rust on my bones; you’re just the right person to help me loosen up."

As Mad Bull paused, Song Xiaodong remarked coolly, "Done playing tough?"

Mad Bull’s face darkened, and his eyes widened fiercely as he shouted, "It seems you want to die early. Well, I’ll grant that wish for you." He then threw a heavy punch towards Song Xiaodong’s chest.

Being one of the most belligerent fighters under Jin Long, Mad Bull was indeed very strong. Not only did he possess natural power, but he had also trained in Kung Fu. His physique was tough as if made of bronze and iron, which certainly justified his arrogance.

The fist, as big as a bowl, felt like it could break bones with a single strike.

To everyone’s eyes, even though Song Xiaodong was capable of fighting, he was no match for Mad Bull—not in the same weight class at all.

While others thought this way, even Li Gang and Wang Xiaoqiang were worried. The only one confident in Song Xiaodong was Miao Xuanxuan.

"Dongzi, don’t embarrass me, okay? If you handle this, I’ll agree to anything tonight."

"Good! Tonight you won’t escape!" Song Xiaodong spoke loudly and directly threw a punch towards the incoming fist of Mad Bull.

The crowd’s eyes widened in shock. What was he doing? Going head-to-head like this was insane—like using an egg to smash a rock.

Mad Bull was also taken aback, but his face soon twisted fiercely. He loved this kind of confrontation. He could already imagine the scene after their fists collided—the opponent’s hand bones completely shattered.