Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups
Chapter 464 - 280: Companion, Electric Baton, Ghost

Chapter 464: Chapter 280: Companion, Electric Baton, Ghost

Upon hearing the security report, Xu Hao raised an eyebrow.

He then motioned for his subordinates to stay put, striding alone toward the booth where the chaos erupted.

Before he arrived, his voice was heard first, Xu Hao roared fiercely:

"Damn it, who’s the bastard causing trouble for me?"

The drunks who saw Xu Hao coming over didn’t back down; instead, they became even more arrogant.

One of them, with an empty bottle in hand, probably drunk, cursed at Xu Hao who was approaching:

"Who the hell are you? Meddling in my business? Get lost!"

Saying that, he swung the beer bottle violently, throwing it straight at Xu Hao’s head!

"Ah—"

The crowd around let out a stifled exclamation.

However, Xu Hao’s reaction was astonishingly quick.

He didn’t even pause his steps, and just as the bottle was about to hit his head, he slightly tilted his shoulder.

"Bang!"

A crisp shattering sound echoed as glass shards scattered!

The flying bottle didn’t hit his head, nor did it fall to the ground or injure anyone else.

Instead, Xu Hao caught it mid-air, and with a forceful grasp, he actually crushed it on the spot!

Glass shards mixed with residual liquor splattered, some sharp pieces even pierced his palm, oozing blood.

Yet Xu Hao didn’t even flinch, as if the bleeding hand wasn’t his own.

He even grinned, revealing a menacing smile, staring straight at the drunken attacker.

"You’ve got guts."

Xu Hao said in a deep voice.

In the next instant, before the drunk could react, he struck swiftly!

No complex moves, just crudely lifted the hand that smashed the bottle, still covered with shards and his own blood.

He slapped the drunk’s face with the backhand, forcefully and loudly.

Smack!!!

The slap was incredibly crisp, sounding especially loud amidst the noisy music in the bar, with even a bit of echo.

The burly drunk was slapped fiercely, spinning half a circle on the spot, then staggered backward and fell.

Crash, knocked over the table behind, spilling drinks and plates everywhere.

Blood spurted from the drunk’s mouth, mixed with a few knocked-out teeth, not making a sound, his head tilted, and he passed out completely.

His companions, seeing this, were instantly sobered up, standing dumbfounded, not daring to breathe.

Looking at the slapped drunk, half of his face was bloody, swollen, and disfigured, an utterly miserable sight.

Xu Hao shook his wrist as if he had just swatted a fly.

He lightly kicked the unconscious drunk on the ground, then spat at the terrified companions and scolded with disgust:

"Blind fools! Drag them all out and throw them in the back alley!"

Seeing their boss’s act, a pack of subordinates rushed forward like wolves to carry out the unconscious drunk and his spineless companions.

Other security and waiters hurriedly cleaned up the scene.

Xu Hao, as if nothing had happened, calmly adjusted the collar of his floral shirt.

He even took time to flash a reassuring smile at the bullied waitress.

Then his sharp gaze, full of warning, slowly swept over the surrounding silent guests.

Seeing their fearful reactions, he nodded in satisfaction.

He then turned around, surrounded by a few remaining subordinates, and walked briskly toward the stairs to the VIP area on the second floor.

In the corner, Fang Cheng took in everything quietly, his gaze slightly focused.

Xu Hao’s physical prowess indeed surpassed ordinary gangsters.

No, to be precise, it surpassed the normal human range, more like a formidable mutation.

Perhaps, last time in the club’s ring, both he and I didn’t use full strength.

Or maybe, in recent times, he has made new breakthroughs, getting much stronger.

Watching Xu Hao ascend the stairs, Fang Cheng put down his orange juice, ready to get up and follow, seeking a chance to approach his target.

However, just as he leaned forward, about to leave his seat, his peripheral vision caught a hint of movement.

Fang Cheng’s heart stirred, quickly scanning two inconspicuous corner booths.

Almost simultaneously, two individuals stood up.

They wore ordinary jackets, looking unremarkable, but their eyes locked onto the direction where Xu Hao left.

At this moment, they moved toward the stairs, with a trained caution and swiftness.

Seemingly headed for Xu Hao as well.

Fang Cheng’s action halted abruptly, slightly startled.

Others too?

Who are they? Also after Xu Hao? What’s their purpose?

The situation appears more complicated than expected.

Fang Cheng sat back down, his gaze beneath the brim of his hat grew more profound.

Deciding to stay put for now, and observe what these unidentified individuals intend to do.

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The VIP lounge on the second floor was far from downstairs’ noise, with heavy soundproof doors shutting it off, leaving only luxurious tranquility.

Xu Hao dismissed most of his followers, leaving only two trusted aides, along with several hostesses seated prim and proper, trying to liven up the atmosphere.