Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 949 - 950: Take Action

Chapter 949: Chapter 950: Take Action

Jinglin Zuoye raised his chin and said, "Hey, what do you have to say now? Do you want money? Or do you want your life? But I can tell you one thing—no matter what you want today, those twin sisters must stay here."

Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan’s faces were filled with anger. Miao Xuanxuan even furiously shouted, "You scumbags!"

Nick Kush blatantly stared at Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan and said, "Now I’ll give you a chance. If you two beauties decide to stay with us for some quality time, we might consider letting this guy go."

"You’re full of shit!" This crude outburst came from both Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan, who were too enraged to hold back and let it explode out of them.

Song Xiaodong pressed down on the two women’s legs, then squinted and said sharply, "Let me tell you something—we in China have a saying: ’If someone wrongs me, I will retaliate.’"

"Alright! Alright! Since that’s the case, I won’t be polite with you. Grab him for me!" Nick Kush’s face turned cold as he waved his large hand dramatically.

The four men, as towering as black obelisks, immediately closed in on Song Xiaodong. Each of them smirked cruelly, and two of them extended palm-sized hands toward Song Xiaodong’s arms.

In the eyes of Nick Kush and Jinglin Zuoye, Song Xiaodong was nothing more than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. With these four hulking men, any one of their arms looked thicker than Song Xiaodong’s legs. Handling him would be like bullying a sheep for them.

But while the imagination was picturesque, the reality was shockingly brutal. Song Xiaodong split his hands apart, grabbing the wrists of the two black men first. With a sharp twist downward, a crisp *crack* resounded twice as he broke their wrist bones.

Continuing the motion, he stood up and spun his body. The arms of the two black men passed over their shoulders, and with a forceful backward strike of both his elbows, he slammed directly into their abdomens.

The two black men felt as if their stomachs were struck by thousand-pound hammers. With a groan of pain, their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The whites of their eyes glared starkly against their dark faces, making them look even more exaggerated.

Their legs buckled, and they instinctively dropped to their knees in front of Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan. The two women, still seething with rage, didn’t even think twice before raising their feet and kicking out simultaneously, hitting the men squarely in their faces.

Their kicks, fueled by long-suppressed fury, carried a surprising amount of power. With the two black men utterly incapacitated, the sharp sound of impact rang out as they collapsed backward onto the ground.

Song Xiaodong pressed his hands down on the backs of the fallen men and leaped into the air. Both his feet shot forward, aiming directly at the chests of the other two black men behind them.

These two had anticipated the attack and instinctively crossed their arms in front of their chests to guard themselves.

But their defense was futile. The power in Song Xiaodong’s kicks was beyond imagination. They felt as if the bones in their arms had snapped under the force. The impact didn’t stop there—it carried through to their chests, causing immense pain and a suffocating pressure. As they were sent flying backward, they had already lost consciousness.

The two unconscious bodies slammed right into Jinglin Zuoye and Nick Kush, sending all four of them sprawling onto the floor. The black men, each weighing over 200 pounds, pinned Jinglin Zuoye and Nick Kuyang down, causing them to scream miserably as they struggled to free themselves.

Song Xiaodong landed gracefully, then strode over to Nick Kush. With a swift jump, he planted both feet firmly on the bodies of the two unconscious black men. A muffled groan escaped both Jinglin Zuoye and Nick Kush as the weight pressed down, leaving them gasping for air. They flailed desperately, but it felt like a mountain was crushing them, making escape impossible.

Nick Kush gritted his teeth, forcing out a defiant growl, "What are you trying to do? This is Las Vegas, not China. If you dare lay a finger on me, there’s no way you’re walking out of Las Vegas alive!"

Song Xiaodong’s expression darkened as he stared at him coldly. "I came to your casino just to have some fun. Winning or losing doesn’t matter to me. But your casino conspired with this scumbag to cheat me. I could’ve let that go. But threatening me? And even daring to target my wife? Unforgivable."

Miao Qingqing, who had been fuming moments ago, suddenly calmed down when she saw how truly enraged Song Xiaodong was. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, saying, "Honey, let it go. We came here to relax and have fun. It’s not worth getting upset over people like them. Besides, these last couple of days have been so great—let’s not ruin it."

Her words were like a bucket of cold water, cooling Song Xiaodong’s anger. He stepped off the two black men and remarked indifferently, "Fine. I’ll let them go this time."

Nick Kush and Jinglin Zuoye finally wriggled out from under the two black men, their faces riddled with fear. Song Xiaodong’s strength had exceeded their wildest expectations. None of the four black bodyguards had stood a chance against him.

Jinglin Zuoye backed toward the door, abruptly pulling it open. With a barked command, three men from the casino, his companions, rushed in.

Jinglin Zuoye’s fear vanished instantly. He sneered, "You think knowing a bit of Kung Fu makes you invincible? Let me show you how powerful Greater Japan’s Karate really is. Break both his arms and legs for me. No, better yet—cripple his fifth limb as well. Make sure he can never touch a woman again in his life!"

One of the three men lunged forward with a leap, his movements far superior to those of the four black bodyguards.

These three were no ordinary fighters. Their skill levels were on par with the opponents Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi had encountered deep in the jungle. Normally, with abilities like theirs, they could dominate any fight.

The first man stepped toward Song Xiaodong, sneering arrogantly, "Come on then. I’ll give you the first move." His demeanor oozed condescension.

From the back, Jinglin Zuoye gloated, "Kid, didn’t you say you’re good at fighting? Show me then! Isn’t Chinese Kung Fu supposed to be unbeatable? Let me teach you a thing or two about the superiority of Greater Japan’s Karate!"

But Song Xiaodong simply clasped his hands behind his back, his tone icy: "Do you honestly think your Japanese Karate can measure up to Chinese Kung Fu? What an ignorant fool, blind to the greatness of the world."

To someone who dared to look down on Chinese Kung Fu, Song Xiaodong would use an even more arrogant method to make him understand the undeniable power of it.