Chapter 139: It Was Actually Zhou Qing

Facing this situation, Shen Yan bowed slightly, assuming the stance of Military Boxing, while an inexplicable excitement welled up in his heart.

To be honest, ever since he learned this style of boxing from the instructor during military training, he had never had a chance to put it into practice.

Coupled with his extraordinary physical fitness and reaction speed, dealing with a few thugs was completely effortless.

Shen Yan let out a loud shout; instead of retreating even half a step, he lunged forward fiercely. His movements were as swift as lightning as he grabbed the fist thrown by the leader, following through with a standard and powerful bow-stance punch.

This punch was as fast as lightning and heavy with momentum, striking the opponent's face squarely. Suffering such a heavy blow, the leading man's vision went black, and his mind turned blank.

Shen Yan kicked out again, striking the leading man hard on the thigh.

Accompanied by a scream of "Ah," the leading man retreated several steps before falling heavily to the ground, groaning in pain while clutching his injury.

Utilizing the force of the recoil, Shen Yan ducked low to dodge a punch coming from behind, landed a sharp elbow strike right into that person's ribs, and followed up with another punch to the face.

The idea of "hitting someone but not the face" simply didn't exist for him.

"Ow!" The man put on a mask of pain.

In an instant, two more people lost their ability to fight.

The remaining two looked at each other, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

However, how could Shen Yan give them even the slightest chance to catch their breath? His figure flashed, rushing forward like a gale, followed immediately by a sharp shoulder throw!

Before the opponent could get up, Shen Yan executed a counter-hook kick; this kick was like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the force of a thunderbolt. With a dull "thud," the man fell to the ground again, in immense pain.

This series of movements was fluid and smooth, completed in one go without the slightest hesitation.

The last remaining person could no longer muster the strength to resist and voluntarily lay on the ground, saying, "Big Brother, don't hit me, I'll do it myself."

Shen Yan stepped forward and added a kick to his stomach.

Now all five were accounted for, lying on the ground wailing in pain.

The entire fight lasted less than two minutes.

Shen Yan clapped his hands, really wanting to roar, "Who else?"

This was still the result of Shen Yan holding back; otherwise, if he had fought for real, these people would certainly have ended up dead or crippled.

Shen Yan then walked up to the leading man and said in a deep voice, "You don't look like you're here to rob me. Tell me what's going on."

The leading man was silent for a moment.

"Not going to talk? Then don't blame me for calling the police."

"Don't, don't, Big Brother, I'll talk, I'll talk! It was Zhou Qing who told us to come and block you." The leader confessed immediately.

Although he was already a regular at the Police Station, if conditions allowed, he preferred to stay in the bustling world outside.

Zhou Qing?

Shen Yan frowned; he hadn't expected that guy to be so petty, holding a grudge over just a few verbal conflicts, to the point of causing such a scene.

Since you are heartless, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

Immediately, Shen Yan dialed the police.

"Hello! I am at..."

"Big Brother, don't call the police, we were wrong..."

Ignoring the leading man's pleas, Shen Yan continued to explain the situation.

The men on the ground looked as if their parents had died; while wailing, they silently cursed that damned dog Zhou Qing in their hearts for not checking the target's background before sending them to block him.

Good grief!

The five of them, big, strapping men, were like weak little chicks meeting a fierce eagle when facing Shen Yan, with no power to fight back at all.

It would be shameful if this got out.

While waiting for the police, more and more people noticed the situation. At first, they just watched from afar, appearing somewhat hesitant.

Fortunately, Shen Yan's refined and harmless appearance didn't look like a bad guy at all, so the crowd dispelled their doubts and gathered around.

"Shen Yan?"

Hearing someone call his name, Shen Yan turned his head subconsciously and discovered it was Wu Yue'er, standing on a light blue bicycle. Her pink hoodie was stretched tight by her ample bosom, and black leggings wrapped around her jade-like legs, highlighting their length; Wu Yue'er was particularly good at playing to her strengths.

"It really is you. What's the situation here?" Glancing at the thugs lying on the ground, Wu Yue'er's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Shen Yan said indifferently, "Nothing much, a few thugs blocked me, and I took care of them."

"Ah? Are you hurt?"

Wu Yue'er was shocked; she quickly got off her bike and ran to his side, touching him here and checking him there. Only after confirming he was safe and sound did she let out a long sigh of relief.

Immediately, she became exceptionally excited, her peach-blossom eyes filled with little stars.

1 vs 5, and he finished it without a single hair out of place.

How terrifying his combat power must be!

Wu Yue'er only regretted that she had arrived too late to witness Shen Yan's dashing and heroic bearing with her own eyes.

She was not like those weak little girls who would turn pale with fright and scream at the sight of a fight; if she had been there, she would have surely swung her bicycle to help Shen Yan take one down.

The onlookers widened their eyes; a refined youth could actually fight that well? Looking at those non-mainstream youths on the ground, each of them tall and sturdy, they clearly weren't just for show.

Yet, the iron-clad facts were before their eyes, and they couldn't help but believe it.

Located in the central area of Hangzhou, the police responded very quickly, arriving at the scene in less than five minutes. The police were equally astonished that Shen Yan had single-handedly taken down five thugs without a speck of dust on him.

"Young man, you're a martial artist?"

Shen Yan said he learned Military Boxing from an instructor during military training. The police were stunned, but they didn't probe further and took the thugs back to the Police Station.

Of course, Shen Yan had to go along to give a statement.

Wu Yue'er wanted to follow, but Shen Yan persuaded her otherwise, "It's no use for you to come along. I'll be back as soon as I finish the statement."

"Then send me a message when you get back."

Facing Wu Yue'er's concerned expression, Shen Yan grinned, then rode off on his electric scooter.

Ten o'clock at night, under the pitch-black night sky, the lights were dim, and the entire city seemed to be immersed in a quiet stillness.

Returning home from the Police Station, Shen Yan first sat on the sofa and gulped down a bottle of Nutri-Express, only then sending a message to Wu Yue'er.

After thinking about it, he decided he still had to notify Chen Xiaowei.

"Minister Chen, just giving you a heads-up: Zhou Qing just had a few thugs block my path, and I've already called the police."

In the girls' dormitory, Chen Xiaowei sat up from her bed with a start, her fingers moving rapidly: "Ah? Then are you alright?"

Shen Yan: "I wasn't hurt, but Zhou Qing will likely be taken to the Police Station for questioning immediately."

Chen Xiaowei: "That's good. As for Zhou Qing... sigh! Let him be."

"Mm!"

Just at this moment, a "knock-knock" sound at the door rang out, and Wu Yue'er and Chen Shanni arrived together wearing pajamas, their concern evident on their faces.

Their purpose was nothing more than wanting to know how Shen Yan had managed to provoke thugs.

"Sigh! Don't mention it. I ran into an idiot at the Art Department meeting tonight..." Shen Yan briefly recounted the sequence of events.