Chapter 412: Bloodbath at the Dragon Palace Banquet

Haishan Shi's most top-tier restaurant——Dragon Palace Banquet.

In the splendid Auspicious Hall, crystal chandeliers glittered, illuminating the table full of fresh seafood and all kinds of social youths.

This was a victory banquet led by Zheng Sanshui.

Zheng Sanshui, his face flushed from drinking, had already placed his unrestrained right foot on the chair.

He held an empty wine cup just finished, spitting as he spoke: "What does it mean to establish authority? This damn well is establishing authority!"

As soon as his words fell, he slammed the wine cup in his hand hard onto the ground.

Only a "crack" sound was heard.

The crystal wine cup shattered into glass shards, and the passion of the dozen or so brothers present was ignited at that moment—some clapped and cheered, others laughed and praised Water Brother's domineering aura.

Zheng Sanshui found this scene of stars surrounding the moon very satisfying.

He grinned again and said: "That outsider surnamed Fan, his bodyguards may be good fighters, but what's the use of being tough? I'll have my dozens of brothers surround him and hack him to pieces! Do you know what hacking to pieces means? It's the rhythm of chopping vegetables! Damn your mother, anyone who dares to oppose me, Zheng Sanshui, will meet this fate!"

He smugly shook his head, the gold chain around his neck flashing.

Sitting opposite him, Huang Tao, the Section Chief of the Ocean and Fisheries Bureau, now had a pallid face, his smile extremely awkward, clutching his wine cup, at a loss.

Zheng Sanshui glanced at him and snorted.

He refilled his own cup with Moutai: "Chief Huang, drink! What are you afraid of? Burning a broken boat, killing an outsider's lackey—heaven won't fall!"

"Hmm."

Huang Tao nervously lifted his wine cup, only taking a symbolic sip, daring not to really drink, fearing that if he got drunk he wouldn't be able to control his mouth and cause a disaster.

Zheng Sanshui continued to bluster: "What is Fan Donglin anyway? Just because he drives a Rolls-Royce he thinks he's a big shot? Damn your mother! Everyone, just wait and see—soon I'll make him kneel at the Dragon Palace Banquet entrance, licking the Moutai off the ground like a dog!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

As if he could already see Lin Dongfan groveling in a wretched state, his tone rose sharp and piercing, his face brimming with a haughty, contemptuous smile.

Seeing a brother raise his cup in cheer: "Water Brother's domineering! Come, let's all toast Water Brother with a cup."

Everyone at the table immediately rose in unison to raise their cups, including Section Chief Huang Tao, who dared not show the slightest negligence; all together they raised their cups to toast Zheng Sanshui.

"Bottoms up!"

Zheng Sanshui readily accepted everyone's toast; after downing that cup of Moutai, intoxication flushed his face.

He set down his cup and went on: "Want to play with me? I'll toy him to death! The fate of those poor fishermen in the village is now in my hands! Whoever refuses to sign the demolition agreement, I'll send his whole family to feed the fish in the sea! In Haishan's territory, I am the law! Fan Donglin..."

Saying this, Zheng Sanshui snatched a bright red hairy crab from the dish.

He threw it to the ground and stomped hard!

This hairy crab, alive, surely never imagined that even on the dinner table it would receive no respect, but instead be stomped into a pile of crab mush.

Zheng Sanshui pointed at the soon-to-be crab mush and said to everyone present: "See? Even if that surnamed Fan is a sideways-walking hairy crab, if I want to step on him to death, it's just a matter of lifting my foot!"

The more he listened, the more nervous Huang Tao became.

Huang Tao forced out a dry laugh, lifted his wine cup, and urged: "Water Brother... calm down, it's not worth getting angry over an outsider. Come, let me toast you..."

His throat tightened; he only wanted to quickly get Zheng Sanshui drunk so he could slip away.

Zheng Sanshui, this madman, openly burning ships and killing people, is simply unrestrained! But Huang Tao could only keep these words to himself, not daring to say them to his face.

Just as Zheng Sanshui tilted his head back to down that cup, his Adam's apple bobbing...

"Boom——!!!"

The thick redwood door of the private room, carved with a coiling dragon playing with a pearl, was struck as if by a siege hammer, flung inward and slammed hard against the rear wall!

Fan Donglin's bodyguards?

Huang Tao gasped, inhaling a breath of cold air, instinctively rose from his seat and retreated to the side, sensing that tonight would be a tribulation.

At that moment, the other people present also stood up.

But they did not hide like the frightened Huang Tao; instead they assumed a ready-to-fight gangster stance, someone even picking up a wine bottle as a weapon.

Everyone, in unison, stared at the bastard who kicked the door in, but they only glared hostilely, not daring to rush forward.

Because this bastard was Lao Ba!

Lao Ba tonight wore a black shirt, his face speckled with dark red liquid, unknown whether it was blood or wine or something similar.

In his right hand he held a galvanized water pipe snatched from some unfortunate soul, coated in sticky bloodstains.

His left hand gripped a security guard's neck.

Struggling was useless!

That security guard was like a kitten or puppy awaiting slaughter; Lao Ba lifted him by the neck, his feet off the ground! He kicked desperately, emitting continual desperate "ho-ho" gasps from his throat.

Lao Ba at peak combat strength truly dared to measure himself against Wang Minjuan.

Lao Ba's face showed no expression; his deep eyes were like the entrance to hell, his pupils releasing a pure gaze of death.

His gaze swept over the chaotic private room, quickly locking onto Zheng Sanshui.

Merely giving Zheng Sanshui a cold stare made his legs tremble, nearly causing him to fall, but he managed to steady himself by grabbing the table in time.

"Who... who the hell provoked you? Is it this security guard? Drag him out and kill him, do whatever you want with him..."

When Zheng Sanshui acts arrogant, he's truly arrogant; when he acts cowardly, he's truly cowardly.

He was so startled he could hardly speak coherently.

Mainly, Lao Ba's strength exceeded his comprehension—single-handedly locking a neck, he could actually lift a guard over a hundred pounds off the ground.

This is damn unscientific, comparable to a martial arts blockbuster!

"Trash, your Water Brother panics, lacking benevolence and righteousness, wanting to sacrifice you—have you come to your senses now? Get lost!" Lao Ba casually tossed him aside, with no extra motion.

That guard, over a hundred pounds, flew like a toy and smashed into the wall.

Then he slid down to the base of the wall.

Although the fall hurt, making him involuntarily utter a painful "uh," he truly realized a truth—lying on the ground playing dead could avert disaster!

Because just in the next second.

Lao Ba's silhouette suddenly flashed forward like a ghost; nobody saw how he struck, and those few young hooligans all collapsed to the ground, wailing incessantly.

Speed!

Only Wang Minjuan can match this speed.

Back when Wang Minjuan made a move to deal with that insatiably greedy Yang Tao in Green Bamboo Village, her speed was also so fast that only a fleeting shadow remained, and the side being attacked basically had no time to react.

Just now, Lao Ba slaughtered his way from the entrance of the Dragon Palace Banquet all the way to the Hall of Fulfillment where Zheng Sanshui was.

The whole way was like entering an uninhabited realm!

The specks of dark red liquid on his face were the blood spattered from others. He casually seized a clueless security guard, merely wanting him to show the way.