Ten minutes later.
The Iron Blood Gang members helped the heavily injured, blood-spitting Liu Hong away, without a trace of their earlier arrogance.
Several black [Saiwei] sedans sped off like homeless dogs, as though terrified they would be kept here the very next second.
Witnessing this scene, Lu Chao finally came back to his senses.
The entire bar was exceptionally quiet. Every customer who had stayed behind still wore expressions of shock or excitement.
He subconsciously looked several meters to his side.
Chen Junhao's open black suit was slightly stretched over his broad frame, his burly body casting a swath of shadow across the floor.
Chen Junhao looked utterly calm, with a cigarette still clenched between his lips.
Yet when Lu Chao looked down, he saw that the hard tiles beneath Chen Junhao's feet had been shattered in every direction, cracks spreading several meters. A booth not far away had been flipped upside down, its hard marble table split into pieces and debris scattered all over the ground.
Three moves!
He had used only three moves to severely injure Liu Hong, beating that Iron Blood Gang hall master—a seasoned Professional Grade expert—until he could not stop coughing up blood.
"How strong... is Brother Hao?"
His gaze deepened as he watched the other man calmly exhale smoke, countless guesses surfacing in Lu Chao's mind.
A Professional Grade peak with over sixty points of Vitality?
Or had Brother Hao already reached the Elite Grade?
As he pondered, Chen Junhao waved a large hand and began issuing follow-up orders.
The injured security guards and waiters each received a generous sum for medical expenses and compensation, then were taken to a clinic by designated personnel for treatment.
The smashed tables and chairs were gradually cleared away, while every customer who had remained was comped