(From here on, mainland China will be referred to as the mainland, and some wording will be changed for convenience.)
Sitting in a private room at the barbecue restaurant with the air conditioning running, Wang Xuan found it pleasantly cool. With no one else around to disturb them, he and Shen Leman could enjoy some time alone together.
While he was chatting with Shen Leman, a commotion suddenly broke out by the roadside. He had been too lazy to pay attention at first, but the noise grew louder and louder, until he could not help getting up to take a look.
When he reached the entrance, he saw a man who looked drunk fighting with the underlings watching the place outside. Two others were lying on the ground, and from the way they were dressed, they were his own men.
"Not bad!" Wang Xuan could not help praising him.
"Hey, your men are getting beaten up, and you're standing here cheering. What kind of boss are you?" Shen Leman rolled her eyes at Wang Xuan.
"So what if they get beaten? Nobody's going to die." Wang Xuan did not care and slowly moved closer to watch.
The man was tall, around one hundred eighty centimeters, strong but not fat, with the air of a hardened fighter. Perhaps because he had drunk too much, his reactions were somewhat sluggish, but his footing remained steady. His evasive movements looked highly disciplined, clearly the result of long-term training. His fists were hard, and his attacks seemed to follow a practiced routine. Every strike landed with precision; once he focused on one thug, three punches and two kicks were enough to drop him.
But even the strongest fighter could not defeat a group. After someone grabbed him tightly from behind, he could no longer