Chapter 436: He Was Holding Back?

"What the hell are you looking at? Damn... you guys, take them down!"

As soon as the words fell, the subordinates howled and rushed forward.

Lao Deng, who was closest to them, bore the brunt and became their target for retaliation.

Lao Deng's skill was superb; six or seven ordinary hulks would struggle to get close, but at this moment, the number of attackers surged to over twenty.

Although they were all drunken thugs, their sheer numbers overwhelmed him, and Lao Deng found himself unable to fend them off.

Consequently, after just a brief encounter, he was at a disadvantage, taking several blows, one of which struck his eye, making stars flash; the drunken hulks seized the moment to hammer him with heavy punches.

The officers were initially stunned; the incident came too suddenly.

None of them expected the other side to charge in without a word.

By the time they recovered, unlucky Lao Deng had already taken several punches, the rain‑like barrage leaving his head spinning, unable to retaliate, he could only shield his head with his hands and take the blows passively.

Once the officers snapped out of it, they rushed forward, intending to pull the drunken thugs apart.

At the same time they shouted loudly, "Stay still, we're police—crouch with your hands on your heads!"

"You're a cop, I'm still Ultraman, so what the hell are you pretending to be, a big‑tailed wolf? Brothers, hit him!"

The verbal warning proved useless; the officers reluctantly joined the fray, preparing to subdue the thugs by force.

But at that moment, seven or eight more men burst out of the restaurant, allied with the thugs in front.

Seeing their comrades already fighting, they rushed in without hesitation.

These guys were street ruffians, masters of brawls.

Although the officers had learned some anti‑enemy techniques, their moves were geared toward one‑on‑one combat and proved ineffective in a group fight.

From start to finish, they only intended to subdue the opponents, never to strike hard.

The drunken thugs, however, were different; they struck without restraint, showing no intention of holding back.

By the time they realized that subduing the crowd required no mercy, most officers were already down and injured, unable to unleash their true strength, and quickly found themselves at a disadvantage.

Chen Ke's injured arm still hasn't fully healed, his power is severely reduced; turning the tide is impossible, and merely staying uninjured is the limit.

Lao Deng need not be mentioned; he was the first to be besieged, his eyes still flashing stars.

The officers felt utterly frustrated.

To be beaten by a gang of thugs on their own jurisdiction—if this got out, people would be rolling on the floor laughing.

What a sin!

Yet just as the officers thought they could only swallow their bitterness, a figure emerged from the crowd.

The figure wasn't particularly muscular—indeed rather thin—but his skill was undeniably exceptional.

Where he went, wails rang out.

One by one, the petty thugs were knocked to the ground.

The Qinna Technique proved effective, and combined with his enhanced speed, strength, and stamina, Xu Mo moved like a war god.

In no time, he had already dealt with half of the petty thugs.

The officers, who had been edging toward defeat, suddenly turned the tide.

They began counter‑attacking the remaining thugs.

Three minutes later, all the thugs were subdued.

But the leading thug still seemed unwilling to concede.

Although he lay on the ground clutching his stomach, his mouth remained defiantly tough.

He even pulled out his phone, intending to call for backup, flipping through contacts while hurling threats: "You've gotten yourselves into trouble, big trouble. If you have any guts, don't leave—wait for me to call for help! Damn…"

When an officer produced Handcuffs, the thug fell silent.

He recognized that shiny silver thing: Handcuffs!

It's standard issue for officers.

He recalled that at the start of the fight, the other side seemed to have shouted "We are police," but he was too high and paid no attention.

Now, after taking a beating, he sobered up, the alcohol largely worn off.

He realized it wasn't the other side that caused trouble, but himself—he'd caused a major incident, a Police Assault!

He struggled, trying to get up and flee.

But before he could rise, Handcuffs clamped onto his wrist: "Behave!"

"Alright!"

…

"Lao Deng, are you okay? All right?"

"Nothing serious," Lao Deng grinned, shaking his head.

He had shielded his head with his hands, so his injuries were only superficial bruises, nothing serious; he'll be fine in a couple of days.

To him, the wound was secondary; his mind replayed Xu Mo deftly weaving through the crowd, toppling one petty thug after another.

He knew exactly the technique Xu Mo used—it was the Qinna Technique!

He was a bit stunned.

He couldn't help recalling the earlier scene in the private room; during their Sparring, Xu Mo was probably deliberately holding back for him!

Otherwise, given the skill Xu Mo showed just now, beating him three times would be more than enough!

"Lao Deng, what's up? What are you looking at?" a police officer asked, following Lao Deng's gaze with confusion.

He saw that Lao Deng was watching Xu Mo, and he couldn't help recalling the earlier Sparring between Xu Mo and Lao Deng in the private room, as well as the moves Xu Mo displayed just now against the thugs... He realized Xu Mo's skill far surpassed Lao Deng's.

In the private room, Xu Mo had held back.

"What are you two looking at? Staring straight ahead like you've lost your souls?"

Following their gaze, they both looked at Xu Mo.