Inside the nightclub
The crowd watching the spectacle was completely stunned.
Of Song Ren's group, everyone except A Lok, who had been slacking off the entire time, was ferocious.
Especially Song Ren and Yau Kong Ngau.
Yau Kong Ngau moved swiftly, and his attacks were vicious, each strike aimed at a vital point.
If his strength hadn't been so far below Song Ren's, and if he hadn't been wearing brass knuckles, someone probably would've ended up dead.
By comparison, Song Ren was far more eye-catching when he fought.
Especially with the intense drumbeats the sound engineer was playing. The scene grew even more explosive.
Song Ren's ferocity was simply breathtaking to watch.
In front of the bar
Li Yuyao tugged on Cai Shuang Yu's arm, almost jumping up in excitement.
"Wow! That man is so damn hot!"
"Shuang Yu, did you see that? That look in his eyes, those movements—he's so handsome!"
Cai Shuang Yu frowned instead. It wasn't because of Wang Kun, but because she had recognized one of Song Ren's identities.
"Yuyao, I remember now. That man is one of the fighters at Fook Shing Building."
"If I remember correctly, he's already won thirteen matches, and so far, he hasn't lost a single one."
"He even beat three opponents to death in a single bout before."
"He's definitely dangerous."
When Li Yuyao heard that, the light in her eyes only grew brighter. "Isn't that even more interesting?"
Cai Shuang Yu glanced at her. "You'd better not play with fire."
Li Yuyao said nothing, merely giggling brightly.
In the middle of the club
Wang Kun cowered behind the two men. There were still traces of blood on his face, and the knuckles of his right hand were twisted. His earlier arrogance was completely gone, and a trace of