A Petty Man's Revenge

After the three left, they paid no heed to the people they had left behind.

"That dumbass!!!" Ma Jun cursed angrily.

"Forget it, big brother. We won't have anything to do with people like that from now on anyway. No need to get angry!" Han Peng comforted him.

"I haven't eaten my fill yet! Come on, let's find somewhere else to eat and have a few drinks!" Su Ziyang patted his eldest brother on the shoulder.

"Holy shit, Fourth, I never realized you were this formidable back in school! How'd you get so badass? It felt so damn good watching you tear into him! That's how you deal with people like him!" Wang Jinqiu patted Su Ziyang on the shoulder.

Su Ziyang shook his head and chuckled. "Someone like him deserves to be taught a lesson. Man, I just couldn't stand watching those idiots!"

"Let's drop it! Come on, let's go back to Good Taste Barbecue for some kidneys, seumnida!!! Let's go!" Ma Jun knew Su Ziyang had blown up because he couldn't bear seeing his brothers pushed around, so he called everyone along for another round of skewers.

After two bottles of beer, much of their irritation had faded.

"Fourth, you nearly blasted our eardrums out back there. What, have you been practicing the Lion's Roar at home?" Wang Jinqiu teased.

"Haha, nothing like that. I raised my voice on purpose to scare them! Hahaha!" Su Ziyang was still irritated himself and took several deep swigs straight from a beer bottle.

The four drank together, and before long it was eleven at night.

In some parts of Northeast China, no matter how big or small the city, there were few pedestrians on the streets after ten, especially once the weather turned cold.

The four were happily drinking when, without their noticing, someone came to stand beside their table.

"Ma Jun?"

The man called out.

Ma Jun instinctively turned and saw a man wearing an Adidas tracksuit and black-framed glasses. His face was completely unfamiliar.

"Who are you?" Ma Jun's tongue was a little tangled from drinking.

"Come over and talk with us!" The man in the Adidas tracksuit kept his hands in his pockets and patted Ma Jun on the shoulder.

Aside from Su Ziyang, all four had drunk too much and were staring blankly at the man in the Adidas tracksuit.

Su Ziyang stood up, raised an eyebrow, and looked at the stranger. "Something you need?"

The man in the Adidas tracksuit took his phone from his pocket and swiped at it a couple of times, then nodded to himself. "You're Su Ziyang, right?"

Su Ziyang nodded.

"Let's talk outside. Not here-we don't want to affect their business." As he spoke, the man in the Adidas tracksuit reached out and tugged at Su Ziyang.

"No. If you've got something to say, say it!" Su Ziyang lightly blocked the man's hand.

"All right!" The man in the Adidas tracksuit sighed softly, took out his phone, and tapped it again.

Less than a minute later, five or six burly men appeared at the entrance to the barbecue restaurant. They were dressed differently, but their builds were remarkably similar, all of them exceptionally strong.

"Oh, boys, what would you like to eat? Come on in!" Seeing five or six people crowd around the entrance all at once, the proprietress hurried out to welcome them.

One of the men at the front shook his head and pointed at Su Ziyang's table. "No need, sis. You go about your business. We're looking for someone!"

The proprietress had been in business for years and could tell at a glance that these men were no good. She quickly said with a smile, "What's going on, boys? Those young men are students at a nearby school! They eat here all the time. If they've offended you somehow, how about I apologize on their behalf?"

The man leading them smiled when he heard her. "Haha, what are you saying, sis? They're our classmates. Our school's got an event coming up, and we came to talk to them about it today! Ask them if you don't believe me!"

The proprietress looked back at Su Ziyang and the others and frowned. She cursed inwardly; no matter how she looked at them, these men didn't look like students. Still smiling, she said, "All right, boys. I'll call them over for you!"

The proprietress hurried over to the four and took hold of Su Ziyang, who looked sober. In a low voice, she said, "Young man, those people don't look like they're up to any good. You boys can hide here in my shop. I have surveillance cameras here. Once things slow down, I'll have my husband and the two cooks in the kitchen take you back to where you're staying."

Su Ziyang lightly patted the proprietress on the shoulder. "Haha, it's fine, sis. I'll go out and see what's going on!"

People said folks from Northeast China were genuine, and Su Ziyang had experienced it firsthand today. Although he and his friends had eaten here often for five or six years, you could call them friends if you put it nicely; put it bluntly, they were customers at best.

This lady had truly done all that kindness and duty required. Su Ziyang could tell these men weren't ordinary petty thugs; their organization and reactions were too sharp.

If he hid here, he might bring unnecessary trouble to the barbecue restaurant.

"Are you stupid? I don't know what happened between you, but is it worth going out there to get beaten up? A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. Don't be stubborn! Just sit here and relax. They wouldn't dare come in and cause trouble!"

Su Ziyang had thought she would simply try her best to persuade him, but he hadn't expected her to actually push him back into his seat.

"Haha, are you guys even men?" The man in the Adidas tracksuit understood what the proprietress was trying to do. He chuckled and mocked Su Ziyang and his friends.

"What the fuck did you say?!" Han Peng glared, slapped the table, and shot to his feet. "If you've got something to say, say it. If not, get lost! Why the hell are you standing here yapping?"

Alcohol made people excitable, and those who had been drinking couldn't stand being provoked.

"If you're men, come out with me!" The man in the Adidas tracksuit didn't get angry. He patted Ma Jun on the shoulder, then turned and walked outside.

"Fine, we'll go out! So what?!" The alcohol had gotten to Ma Jun too. By now, the diners in the restaurant were all looking over, almost everyone whispering among themselves.

"Come on!"

The man in the Adidas tracksuit beckoned to Ma Jun.

The three stood up and headed outside.

"What! Honestly...!!!" The proprietress tried several times to stop them, but couldn't.

"Sis, it's all right. I'll go have a look too. I'm not drunk! Thanks, sis. I'll transfer the money to you on WeChat later!!!" Su Ziyang patted the proprietress on the shoulder.

The four followed the five or six men outside. The streetlights on this road were poor, and there was an old building nearby. The men led the four behind it.

There was only a faint light here.

"What is it? Spit it out!" Ma Jun had been upset that evening, and now he had drunk quite a bit, so his tone was still aggressive.

"Ah, right! Then let me make it clear to you! You know Xing Zhiyu, right? He's my little brother!"

When the man in the Adidas tracksuit said Xing Zhiyu's name, the others understood.

That punk really was a petty man seeking revenge from morning till night. But Su Ziyang had never imagined Xing Zhiyu would find a few so-called "men of society" to deal with them!

With that, the man in the Adidas tracksuit waved his hand, and the others moved in to surround the four.

Ma Jun and the others weren't very big, and only Han Peng reached a height of 1.8 meters. These men were all around 1.8 meters tall, and their jackets couldn't hide the slabs of muscle on their bodies.

But Ma Jun had been fighting since elementary school and could be said to have fought a hundred battles. Then again, which of these five men hadn't?

At the start, Ma Jun managed to land a punch on the man facing him. But before he could strike back, a kick caught him in the stomach, and Ma Jun threw up with a retch.

Wang Jinqiu didn't even manage to touch anyone before a kick sent him to the ground. Then soles came whistling through the air and stamped themselves onto his body.

Wang Jinqiu was big and was being attacked by two men. Slap after slap landed across his face, and his nosebleed dripped onto the ground.

Seeing a man two heads taller than him move in, Su Ziyang swallowed.

But in the very next second, the situation changed in an instant. As the man's large hand grabbed his shoulder, Su Ziyang circulated the qi in his dantian and instinctively used the Crane-Pecking Acupoint-Striking Hand that Uncle Jiang Kui had taught him. He pressed his five fingers together into the shape of a crane's beak and struck the Dabao acupoint on the side of the burly man's ribs!

The burly man didn't even have time to make a sound. He fell flat on the ground with a thud, leaving even Su Ziyang stunned at the sight.

Su Ziyang was also shocked by the effect of striking the acupoint. Only then did he recall the last thing Uncle Jiang had taught him: "A strike can startle ghosts and gods; when your skill is great, do not use it lightly"!

The man in the Adidas tracksuit was startled too. He didn't know what Su Ziyang had done, but Su Ziyang had actually knocked down one of the men he had brought in a single move.

The four men who were kicking Ma Jun, Wang Jinqiu, and Han Peng immediately stopped beating them and turned to look at Su Ziyang.

"Whoa, holy shit! He's trained!" one of them said, staring at Su Ziyang in surprise.

Su Ziyang said nothing. Pressing his lips together, he looked at his friends twitching on the ground and felt a pang of distress. It seemed they had been badly beaten.

The man in the Adidas tracksuit pointed at Su Ziyang, and the four men rushed over to attack him.

Fists whistled through the air, and big feet kicked mercilessly at Su Ziyang.

These men looked incredibly fast, but to Su Ziyang, their movements seemed to have slowed several times over. A faint white light shimmered in his eyes as his arms moved instinctively.

The four fell to the ground in response. Su Ziyang had struck the Jiuwei, Zhangmen, Qimen, and Xuehai acupoints, respectively.

The first three fell and immediately passed out. The burly man struck at the Xuehai acupoint clutched his leg and rolled around on the ground.

"Huh??!" The man in the Adidas tracksuit was astonished.

He hadn't seen clearly what Su Ziyang had done either. All he saw was Su Ziyang wave his hand, and his boys were all finished.

"Fuck!" The man in the Adidas tracksuit cursed, took a running start, and launched a flying kick at Su Ziyang.

Su Ziyang stepped lightly to the side and slapped him on the waist. The man in the Adidas tracksuit instantly lost his balance and went flying.

"Stop fighting and take these petty men of yours to get treated. If they can't be cured, have your dear little brother Xing Zhiyu contact me!!!"

Su Ziyang spoke coldly, then helped his three beaten brothers to their feet and slowly walked away.

Seeing that he was no match for Su Ziyang, the man in the Adidas tracksuit didn't dare step forward. He hurriedly checked the men he had brought and found that they were all unconscious!

"Fucking hell! We picked a tough fight! That fucking idiot Xing Zhiyu!!!!"

An angry curse rang out in the darkness!