From Igniting Talent to Becoming a Demon God Section 22

Shattered glass mixed with liquor sprayed everywhere, and the jagged spike was gripped in his hand, pointed at the two people across from him.

The two young girls were clearly startled, their faces full of terror as they tried to back away. Quite a few customers around them turned to look, most wearing expressions of eager amusement.

"Fuck, still trying to run?"

With a curse, seeing that the two were about to flee, the yellow-haired young man's anger surged. He raised the broken bottle and stabbed the sharp end forward.

Tap!

At the critical moment, a powerful hand reached out and pressed down on his wrist.

"Sir, fighting is strictly prohibited in the bar."

The black suit clung to his body, outlining the traces of muscle beneath.

Lu Chao spoke seriously, hoping the other party would not make things difficult for him.

But.

"Piss off!"

Seeing that the person who had come was only a security guard, the yellow-haired young man cursed angrily. His right arm, gripping the beer bottle, tried to struggle free as he stabbed forward again.

"Sir..."

"Fuck your mother!"

His face flushed an ugly red. Seeing that his right arm could not break free, the yellow-haired young man grabbed another beer bottle from the table with his other hand and smashed it hard toward Lu Chao's head.

"You dare stop me!"

"I'd like to see how many hits you can—"

Bang!!

The beer bottle exploded in midair!

A punch like a hurtling stone tore through the air, sending liquor and shards of glass scattering everywhere.

The yellow-haired young man froze slightly. Then he saw Lu Chao's gaze turn faintly cold. Lu Chao's left arm followed the motion upward, his fist turning into a claw as he seized the man's hair in one grab.

Without the slightest politeness.

In the next instant.

Thud!!

A crisp sound echoed through the bar, and the nearby booths fell briefly silent.

The yellow-haired young man's head was slammed onto the hard metal table of the booth. He passed out on the spot, a thread of blood flowing down from the hair at his forehead.

Pairs of eyes looked over, their expressions varied, though most were surprised.

The two scantily dressed girls, still cowering, stared with wide eyes, trembling in silence.

Clatter!

At last, the jagged beer bottle in the yellow-haired young man's hand fell limply and struck the floor.

Lu Chao released both arms and raised a hand to tug at the collar of his suit shirt.

"You hurt?"

In the bar hall, his security colleague arrived a step late. Glancing at the glass shards and alcohol stains on the floor, he asked with concern.

Lu Chao shook his head lightly. He felt no discomfort at all; instead, he felt as if some of the negative emotions from this period had been vented along the way.

After that, there was no disturbance.

Following the rules, he and his colleague carried the yellow-haired young man away and dumped him by the back entrance of the bar.

His fair-weather friends were also driven out together.

"Th-thank you."

"Could I add you as a friend?"

The two scantily dressed girls thanked him repeatedly, even blushing as they tried to add Lu Chao's contact information.

In response, he shook his head and found an excuse.

Then Lu Chao once again passed through the crowd, returned to the corner, and quietly observed the booths throughout the bar.

"This kid..."

On the second floor of the bar, Chen Junhao, who had witnessed the whole scene, bit down on his cigarette and smiled.

The black shirt he wore looked especially sharp on him. He stood at the end of the corridor, overlooking the hall and taking in everything below.

"Not bad. He's got some guts."

"Ah Qiang, what do you think? I told you he'd do, didn't I?"

"Xiao Chao has a good sense of restraint." Zhou Qiang, the security manager standing behind him, nodded, his expression approving. "In this past month, he's made a move three times in total. Every time, he knocked them out just right, but never to the point of serious injury."

"Speaking of which, Brother Hao, why not let Xiao Chao join the Hongyi Society too?"

He somewhat admired Lu Chao's character, and the way he handled things was reliable too.

If someone like that could be brought under them, he would definitely be useful to Brother Hao.

"No."

Yet Chen Junhao only shook his head lightly.

"Gang matters aren't suitable for them to get involved in."

He did not say more, merely set down his cigarette, as if unwilling to dwell on that topic.

Zhou Qiang looked thoughtful at that and did not press further.

Before long, his earpiece buzzed with movement.

"Brother Hao, Master Xu is here."

In a corner of the bar.

Lu Chao patted the dust from the chest of his suit and stood there quietly.

A farce had ended very simply.

The bar's back door slowly closed, and the spoilsport was forcibly driven away.

Colorful lights shone everywhere, and the bar once again returned to its previous lively state.

"That guy brought it on himself."

"This is Brother Hao's turf, and he still dared to act up..."

Xiao Yang, dressed as a waiter, appeared and came to his side, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he looked at the closed back door.

After spending a full year here, he had seen plenty of similar incidents, so he naturally understood just how wrong that yellow-haired young man's actions had been.

"It's only because Brother Hao is kindhearted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left that easily."

"Oh right, you're not hurt, are you?"

Coming back to himself, Xiao Yang then looked at Lu Chao and sized him up from head to toe.

He was still holding a tray in his hand, as if he had only just finished delivering drinks to other customers.

"I'm fine."

Lu Chao shook his head lightly, indicating that he had not been injured.

Xiao Yang was somewhat surprised at that. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he had heard the general story and knew that Lu Chao had subdued that rather vicious yellow-haired man all by himself.

Is practicing martial arts really that useful?

A thought rose quietly in his mind, shaking the opinion he had once held in low regard.

He had seen Lu Chao every day before and had not thought much of it.

But now, looking closely.

At some unknown point, the other man's lean frame had grown a little more robust, filling out his suit along with it. His shoulders, back, and chest traced a smooth line.

Together with his close-cropped haircut and sharply defined features, his entire person looked steady and capable, full of vigor and spirit. Compared to before, the change could not be called small.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chao asked, sensing that Xiao Yang's gaze was a little strange.

"No, nothing."

Xiao Yang shook his head, his gaze flickering, but in the end he suppressed that thought.

There were too many difficulties in practicing martial arts; he had heard other security staff or customers mention it more than once.

Only reaching Combat Grade counted as achieving something modest. Ah Chao had perhaps taken some muscle-building powder, which was why he was seeing effects for now.

As for whether he could truly make something of himself in the future, that was probably still another matter.