Winning the Crowd's Applause

"So you're Cheng Dongxue? I'll teach you to act so cocky..."

The man who had bumped into Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. His voice rang with anger as he glared at Lin Xiaofei. Without another word, he swung his hand at her face.

Lin Xiaofei flinched and ducked her head.

"Uh..."

The man's fleshy face twitched. Zhang Yang had caught his raised hand, and the two were now struggling against each other's strength.

"Zhang Yang..."

Frightened, Lin Xiaofei hid behind Zhang Yang, looking utterly helpless.

"You should've checked who I was before trying to hit my woman."

Zhang Yang's strength was impossible to gauge—at least for the man before him. It was like a three-year-old trying to measure the strength of a sturdy adult by wrestling him.

Zhang Yang easily forced the man's arm down, then flung it aside.

"Ah—"

It had only been a light toss, yet the fleshy man grabbed his shoulder with his other hand and cried out in agony. Beads of sweat the size of peas sprang onto his forehead.

The other men frowned in confusion. Zhang Yang had barely moved his hand. Did it really hurt that much?

Zhang Yang had a fair idea who these people were. Whoever they were, they had come looking for trouble.

"I don't care who you are. Get lost."

Zhang Yang was sick of small-time pests like these, buzzing around like flies and picking fights as if they were something special.

But the men had been hired for a job and paid handsomely for it. They were hardly going to give up and walk away.

After a stunned pause, the others noticed that their companion was still clutching his arm, sweating and groaning. They finally realized Zhang Yang was not to be underestimated.

They exchanged glances. With no way