The girl who had screamed was the server for the next table.
She was in her early twenties and quite pretty.
Qin Ze thought she looked familiar, as though he had seen her somewhere before.
A burly drunk was gripping the girl's arm tightly.
"Not bad, you're pretty hot!"
The drunk's eyes roved brazenly up and down the girl's private parts.
"Come here and give me a kiss!"
He finally yanked the girl into his arms and thrust his piggish face toward her.
Smack!
The terrified girl slapped the drunk and ran off like a startled rabbit.
Bang!
The drunk smashed the table to pieces with a chop of his palm.
"He's a martial artist."
Qin Ze could sense the intense fluctuations of qi and blood coming from him.
The fatty glanced over. "Probably just came back from the front lines. A little horse piss and he's forgotten his own name."
The drunk flew into a rage. "You ungrateful bitch!"
"You should be honored I took a fancy to you!"
The customers nearby had been indignant, but when they saw he was a martial artist, they all fell silent.
The girl panicked.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she clearly didn't know what to do.
Crash-
The drunk swept everything off the next table onto the ground.
He grabbed the girl by the back of her neck like a baby chick and pinned her to the table.
The girl shivered, crying helplessly.
The drunk's two companions cheered him on.
"Way to go, Brother Guang!"
"Hurry up and show this little bitch your big treasure!"
The drunk whistled and was about to undo his belt when the food stall owner finally arrived.
"M-Martial Artist, sir, she's new and doesn't know any better. Please be understanding."
"Tonight's meal is on me. Please accept it as my apology."
The owner, who stood 1.8 meters tall, bobbed his head and bowed before the drunk, who was less than 1.7 meters tall, as humble as a schoolboy.
Smack!
The drunk slapped the owner across the face, sending him flying over two meters. He landed facedown and passed out.
"Where did this fly come from?!"
The drunk looked around.
"What, you can't accept this?"
"I risk my life killing exotic beasts on the front lines. What for?"
"To protect the safety of ants like you, worthless trash like you."
"I've faced death time and again. I nearly lost my life on the front lines."
"So what if I enjoy myself a little now?"
"I've earned this!"
The people around him lowered their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly.
The law did not apply to martial artists.
As long as martial artists didn't kill other martial artists, it was no big deal even if they killed a few ordinary people.
The martial artists who survived all had military merit, which they could use to make up for it.
No one dared get on the drunk's bad side.
They were terrified he might get angry and slap them to death.
Seeing that no one dared stand up to him, the drunk was very satisfied.
"Get ready, bitch. Daddy's coming!"
The drunk pressed the woman's head firmly against the table and began undoing his belt with his other hand.
Qin Ze felt a little tightness in his chest.
He was starting to dislike this world.
"Brother Ze, don't do anything rash."
The fatty warned him in a low voice.
The drunk was already worked up; an ordinary person stepping in would just be throwing his life away.
Woo-woo-woo-
A police car pulled over by the road, and two officers got out.
"Freeze!"
"State your name, martial artist level, and assigned sequence immediately."
The two officers drew their pistols and aimed them at the drunk.
The drunk ignored them and pointed at his own forehead.
"Come on, shoot! Shoot me dead!"
"I'm a Level One Martial Artist with military merit. Come on, kill me!"
The two officers were extremely nervous.
The police had no authority to enforce the law against martial artists. Only the Law Enforcement Department could oversee them.
The drunk grinned. "If you don't dare shoot, put those pokers down and enjoy the show."
"Maybe if I'm in a good mood afterward, I'll let you take a turn in the starring role."
His two companions whistled along.
"Go, Brother Guang!"
"Save some soup for your brothers afterward!"
The drunk grinned viciously and leaned down to whisper in the girl's ear, "Bitch, this is the price for refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit."
Tears streamed down the girl's face like rain on pear blossoms, and she shook her head over and over.
"No, please don't..."
The drunk's eyes were scarlet. An unprecedented sense of exhilaration rose in his heart, sweeping away the gloom he had suffered on the battlefield.
Smack!
Suddenly, a beer bottle flew through the air and shattered against the drunk's head.
"Fuck!"
"Who was that?!"
A shard of glass was embedded in the drunk's scalp, and blood streamed down his face.
The diners all had their heads lowered.
Only one fatty was facing the road across from him, whistling as though nothing had happened.
And a young man across from the fatty was calmly eating kidney.
Smack!
The drunk had just turned around when another beer bottle came flying at him.
"Fuck, I knew it was you!"
The drunk lunged toward Qin Ze.
The fatty sighed.
Brother Ze, Brother Ze, why couldn't you keep your cool?
"Brother, my dad is Lin Gang of the Lin Group. Give me some face and let's leave it at that today."
The drunk straightened his clothes. "Open your dog eyes and take a good look. I'm He Guang, the second son of the He Family!"
The fatty's heart skipped a beat.
He had run into an iron plate.
The He Family was one of the foremost martial arts families in Jiang City.
The fatty's family background really couldn't compare to the drunk's.
"So it's Brother Guang. I thought you looked familiar."
"He Bi is our classmate. The flood has washed into the Dragon King's temple!"
The fatty began laughing and joking.
He Guang smiled at Qin Ze. "You little bastard, don't you want to be a hero?"
"I'll give you that chance today."
"Crawl through here and bark like a dog three times, and I'll let that bitch go."
He Guang spread his legs, looking full of himself.
Qin Ze finished his last bite of kidney and put down the metal skewer.
He pulled out a napkin and elegantly wiped his mouth.
He Guang rolled up his sleeves. "You little bastard, are you done or-"
Boom-
Qin Ze drove a punch squarely into He Guang's stomach.
He Guang's body folded like a shrimp, and he flew several meters backward.
"Ow, fuck!"
He Guang kept sucking in sharp breaths.
Because of the alcohol, combined with the excessive force Qin Ze had used,
He Guang struggled several times but couldn't get up.
"Twenty-five."
Qin Ze turned into a bolt of black lightning and charged at He Guang's two companions.
The two idiots were still staring blankly at He Guang, unable to understand how he had fallen.
By the time they came to their senses, Qin Ze was already upon them.
A right roundhouse kick.
A left front kick.
Qin Ze kicked the two idiots onto He Guang just as he was getting up, piling them into a sandwich.
"Fifteen."
Qin Ze swiftly grabbed three beer bottles, one for each of them.
Smack, smack, smack! Three blows rang out, leaving the three of them seeing stars.
"Three, two, one!"
As the countdown ended, Qin Ze pulled over a nearby chair, turned around with a flourish, sat down, and crossed his legs.
It was just time for sage mode.
The whole sequence flowed like clouds and water, executed in one smooth motion and highly entertaining to watch.
Everyone present stared in stunned silence.
They hadn't expected fighting to be so elegant.
"Is that really my brother?"
The fatty swallowed, unable to believe it.
We agreed to be trash together, so how did you suddenly defy the heavens and change your fate?
The fatty clenched his fist as he watched Qin Ze, who looked like a superstar standing in the spotlight.
"Brother Ze, I'll catch up to you one day!"
Pinned at the bottom, He Guang kept pounding the ground.
"Get the fuck off me!"
The two idiots were pressing down on him, wriggling like salted fish, but they just couldn't get up.
Qin Ze leaned back, doing his best to keep his legs from shaking. "Whassamatter, you can't accepp defeat?"