Besides a group of thugs, the private room also held three or four ladies of the night. It was a deafening mess of shouting and noise.
They had assumed a waiter was bringing in dishes, but when they saw strangers instead, they immediately fell silent.
Someone shouted loudly, "What are you two doing here?"
The tough-looking man ignored him. He stepped forward, swept his gaze around the room, and spoke in a deep voice. "Liu Jianbo, Wang Yonggang, come out for a moment... Don't bring this on yourselves."
"Who the fuck are you?" One thug sprang to his feet, grabbed a wine bottle from beside him, and snarled fiercely, "Are you blind? You dare come in here and make trouble?"
The tough-looking man gave him an indifferent glance and said expressionlessly, "We're only looking for those two. I advise you not to invite trouble."
"Fuck your inviting trouble!" the man cursed, viciously smashing the bottle down.
The bottle whistled through the air, aimed straight at the other man's head. When it was time to strike, he struck without hesitation.
The man raised a hand and shattered the thick wine bottle with a single punch. Then he grabbed the thug, swung his arm hard, and flung the hundred-plus-pound man straight into the private room's wall.
With a dull thud, even the wall trembled. The man who had attacked slid limply down the wall and collapsed to the floor, blood spraying from his mouth.
The thugs present froze for a moment, then exploded. "Fuck... who are you?" "Kid, are you looking to die?"
"Hold it!" someone shouted amid the uproar.
It would have been one thing if anyone else had shouted, but it was Second Monk. The room immediately fell quiet.
Second Monk did not look at the tough-looking man. Instead, he