Song Wenwen lowered her head shyly, only daring to glance at Nai Khun a few times. She thought to herself that the young man in front of her was not only handsome and dashing, but also had an extraordinary temperament. He was clearly more powerful than Gui Zai Fang, but he did not bully others. Instead, after teaching Gui Zai Fang a lesson, he took the initiative to apologize to her. Thinking of this, Song Wenwen felt that her previous words to him were a bit too vulgar.
"However, your bodyguard injured my man, and I can't let him leave with you so easily. So, please allow me to teach him a lesson." Nai Khun gave Song Wenwen a smile, then pursed his sharply defined lips, looked at the bewildered Gui Zai Fang him, and made a provocative beckoning gesture.
Gui Zai Fang felt that he had lost a move earlier because he was careless and underestimated his opponent. Now, looking at the young Nai Khun, he no longer dared to regard him as a delicate pretty boy with no calluses on his fists. He knew that the two kicks that had attacked him earlier could not have made him lose on the spot without more than ten years of hard training.
Thinking of this, Gui Zai Fang's eyes were fixed on Nai Khun's legs. Nai Khun noticed Gui Zai Fang's gaze and made a beautiful upward stance, standing up straight and still, slowly raising his right leg to the top of his head. He slightly lifted the hem of his right trousers with both hands, revealing the skin and flesh of his calf, which was covered with dark calluses.
Not only was Gui Zai Fang stunned, but even Song Wenwen, who had been secretly watching Nai Khun, couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah," clearly startled by the dark, calloused skin on Nai Khun's legs.
Nai Khun loosened his grip on his trouser leg and suddenly launched an attack. Caught off guard, Gui Zai Fang initially dodged Nai Khun's aggressive offensive, taking two steps back to avoid the brunt of the attack before beginning his counterattack. However, after witnessing the marks left by Nai Khun's legs from years of hard training, Gui Zai Fang dared not engage in a direct leg clash with Nai Khun again. Instead, he tried to find opportunities to strike Nai Khun's upper body or other parts of his body.
However, Nai Khun's legs were so honed through rigorous training that they resembled two iron whips, and his moves were so sharp that there was almost no opening for Gui Zai Fang to launch an attack. Moreover, Gui Zai Fang had already handed over the Tiger Claw Short Knife to his companion. Without a weapon, the skills he had learned from his Dad would be much less effective. Therefore, although Gui Zai Fang was eager to regain his lost face, he did not have a suitable opportunity.
However, soon, Gui Zai Fang realized that he seemed to have found the Thailand guy's weakness. Although Nai Khun's leg techniques were fierce, his stamina was lacking. After the two kicked and fought for a while, Nai Khun's breathing began to become heavier, which made Gui Zai Fang start to pay attention to the speed of Nai Khun's kicks. Sure enough, it seemed to be a little slower than at the beginning. Nai Khun seemed to be a little slower in retracting his kick towards him.
Gui Zai Fang immediately took the opportunity to close the distance with a step, rushing in front of Nai Khun before he could retract his leg. He was thinking that he finally had a chance to use his close-range fighting and grappling skills. However, as soon as he stood firm, before he could exert Gui Zai Fang force, he felt a sharp pain in his ribs! The pain was so intense that all the strength he had just accumulated dissipated in an instant!
Just as Gui Zai Fang closed in, Nai Khun had somehow produced a small Thai boxing sword in his hand. The blade extended from between his middle and ring fingers and was already deeply embedded in Gui Zai Fang's body. Nai Khun released the sword, leaving it inside Gui Zai Fang's body. Seeing Gui Zai Fang try to pull it out in pain, taking a few steps back and adjusting his shirt cuffs and collar, Nai Khun spoke up, in a tone of admonition:
"If I were you, I wouldn't have pulled it out so recklessly. This fist-shaped sword has jagged edges. Go to the hospital and have a doctor operate to remove it. Don't blame me for being unreasonable. I was just venting my anger for my man. You cut his blood vessels, and I'll stab you. That evens things out."
At this moment, Gui Zai Fang's men stepped forward to help Gui Zai Fang up. Several of his nimble men had already drawn their weapons, waiting for Gui Zai Fang to give the word before they rushed forward to swarm and chop down the Thailand!
After all, judging from the number of people on both sides, the group of "Gui Zai Fang" still had the advantage.
Gui Zai Fang stared wide-eyed, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. If it were him encountering Nai Khun and his ilk, he would have already declared a fight to the death. However, he was now accompanied by Song Wenwen and Wu Xiu'er, one being Boss Song's younger sister and the other Boss Song's goddaughter. Both of them were people that Lam Kong had carefully instructed him not to make any mistakes.
Thinking this through, the Gui Zai Fang decided to simply back down. At worst, he would escort Song Wenwen and the other girl back, then tend to his wounds before causing trouble for the Thailand.
It's clear that although Gui Zai Fang is young, he's not stupid. He didn't act impulsively because of his defeat. However, before he could even say anything about retreating, Song Wenwen, who saw Gui Zai Fang's men brandishing their weapons and preparing to fight to the death, spoke up first. Song Wenwen was worried that Nai Khun would be attacked and injured by so many people, so she said with a stern face, "You've already lost! Isn't that embarrassing enough? Let's go! You always say you're strong enough, but when it comes to actually fighting, you can't win. All you know is how to bully the few with the many!"
Song Wenwen's words extinguished the last bit of courage in Gui Zai Fang's men. Gui Zai Fang's face turned ugly. He had originally wanted to say a few harsh words to Nai Khun, but after hearing Song Wenwen's words, he simply waved his hand to his men with a dark face, signaling them to retreat.
Gui Zai Fang was quite tough; with a fist-shaped sword stuck in his side, he actually didn't pull it out, nor did he ask for help. He just held the hilt of the fist-shaped sword in one hand and turned to leave with great effort.
Song Wenwen and Wu Xiu'er also turned to leave, but Nai Khun smiled at them from behind and said, "Miss, my name is Nai Khun. May I ask your name?"
Song Wenwen turned and glanced at Nai Khun, then said shyly, "My name is Song Wenwen."
After saying that, he took Wu Xiu'er's hand, who was already terrified, and quickly left.
Watching the group disappear from sight, Gui Zai Fang Song Wenwen, Nai Khun finally looked away. "I wonder which gang Big Brother in Hong Kong has two daughters. It's a pity my father told me to keep a low profile, otherwise, why would he let them go so easily? He could have taken them to a hotel, played with them until he was tired of them, and then sold them to Macau for a profit."
"Speaking of which, Hong Kong is a great place; no wonder my father chose to do business here."
Chapter 490 Di Junda and Tan Jingwei (Part 1)