Feng San had taken the students from the Martial Arts Hall to neighboring Beining City for a competition that day. The youngsters had all done quite well, so with a wave of his hand, he took them out for a big meal to celebrate.
But during the meal, the youngsters got carried away with their horseplay and annoyed the people at the next table.
Feng San had no choice but to apologize.
He apologized and gave them every courtesy, but they refused to let it go and even got physical.
Hitting Feng San was one thing, but they even tried to hit the children.
Feng San had originally planned to take a couple of punches without fighting back and let the commotion blow over. But when they dared to go after the children from his hall, his already fiery temper snapped. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed them, and gave them a savage beating.
He kept reminding himself that he was the head of a hall, after all, and could no longer act as willfully as he used to.
But tonight, he broke that rule anyway.
Two punches per person left the entire table sprawled like dead dogs.
In the end, he paid the bill and personally drove all the children home.
He had thought that would be the end of it.
But in the dead of night, five or six burly men broke into his home, covered his head, and beat him senseless. After the beating, before Feng San could even figure out what was happening, he watched them ransack his home for valuables. Then they dragged him to an abandoned factory.
A fire was burning inside the factory, and three people were already waiting there.
Feng San's head was covered, but when they threw him onto the floor,