Chapter 78: A Million for a Knife Blow

The bodyguard who struck first was 1.9 meters tall, burly and strong. After Lin Dongfan kicked him in the stomach, he still staggered back two steps.

"Damn! You've trained?"

The force of that kick made the 1.9‑meter bodyguard dare not be careless again.

He patted the size‑42 footprint on his belly, quickly adjusted his stance, and lunged at Lin Dongfan like a ferocious downhill tiger.

His fist carried a whoosh of wind, unleashing a devastating blow straight at Lin Dongfan's head.

If he were hit.

Looking back, he would surely get a concussion.

Lin Dongfan tilted his body slightly and narrowly dodged the punch.

At that moment, the 1.8‑meter bodyguard who had been scolded by Shang Weiliang stepped closer, and Lin Dongfan's gaze turned icy, watching his every move.

Lin Dongfan knew full well that in this situation, a quick victory was the only way.

In officialdom you can't be rigid and stick to the rules.

In a KTV brawl you certainly can't stand on ceremony!

Otherwise, the one who falls will be him, Lin Dongfan, and Shang Weiliang won't let him off—crippling him would be mild, and he might not even be able to protect his wife Chu Lingxi.

"Dodge? Where to?"

The 1.8‑meter bodyguard swung a fierce punch.

This guy's punch was faster than the 1.9‑meter bodyguard's; he threw not a straight punch but a powerful swinging blow, aiming to smash Lin Dongfan's left cheek.

If it landed, his left ear would likely go deaf on the spot.

Lin Dongfan swayed to dodge, then grabbed the half‑empty bottle of Rémy Martin on the table and smashed it toward the 1.8‑meter bodyguard's back of the head.

"Smack!!!"

The round‑bottomed glass bottle shattered on impact.

Half a bottle of strong liquor mixed with blood, streaming down the 1.8‑meter bodyguard's head, and he collapsed on the spot.

Although the occipital bone is hard,

but a heavy blow can cause mild dizziness or severe intracranial bleeding, concussion, or even brain death! Students, never imitate this—the consequences are serious.

It was also at this moment.

The 1.9‑meter bodyguard suddenly launched a sneak attack, throwing a second punch at Lin Dongfan.

"Damn it!"

They're both experts at finding openings; although Lin Dongfan reacted incredibly fast and sidestepped, the punch still grazed his left cheek.

What terrifying power!

Just a graze, and Lin Dongfan felt his cheekbone about to shatter.

"You dare challenge me? You're asking for death!"

The 1.9‑meter bodyguard, relying on being half a head taller than Lin Dongfangu and his size advantage, grabbed Lin Dongfan's collar in anger.

He wanted to drag Lin Dongfan before Xiao Shangzong so that Xiao Shangzong could personally vent his hatred.

How could Lin Dongfan let him have his way?

Seizing the close‑quarters chance, Lin Dongfan drove his right knee hard into the man's groin. hearing a miserable "oh‑woo", the 1.9‑meter bodyguard immediately released his grip.

Afterwards he clutched his groin, his legs forming a painful X.

"Now that's what I call asking for death!"

Lin Dongfan then slammed another punch into the 1.9‑meter bodyguard's head.

The 180‑pound hulk hit the ground instantly under Lin Dongfan's assault—whether his head or his groin hurt more, only he knew.

Shang Weiliang saw both his bodyguards knocked down.

Furious, he shouted: "Damn useless! Dead or not? If not, get up fast! Today if you don't kill him, pack up and get out!"

"Damn!"

Before Shang Weiliang could finish speaking, Lin Dongfan launched a kick.

The kick struck squarely on Shang Weiliang's upper chest.

It sent Shang Weiliang flying onto the sofa.

The sofa was soft, so his rear wouldn't hurt, but the size‑42 footprint on Shang Weiliang's chest revealed a solid, heavy impact.

Shang Weiliang couldn't catch his breath and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You … damn … you wait for me…"

Shang Weiliang's voice sank to a muffled low; he clutched his chest with one hand and pulled out his phone to call Feng Manager of Emperor No. 1.

Knowing he was calling for help, Lin Dongfan ignored him completely.

Lin Dongfan handed Tang Jing a bottle: "Didn't he just smash your forehead until it bled? Now I give you a chance to get even—smash it back hard."

"I … really can?"

Tang Jing glanced at Lin Dongfan, then at the fierce‑eyed Shang Weiliang.

Holding the bottle, she hesitated to step forward.

She simply didn't dare to strike.

"You are a person with dignity! Not an ant! What's wrong with that? Hit him!" Saying this, Lin Dongfan angrily shoved Tang Jing with a palm.

That palm shoved Tang Jing straight in front of Shang Weiliang.

Shang Weiliang glared, eyes wide, and roared, "Try moving!" This shout terrified Tang Jing, making her tremble all over, nearly losing her soul.

But thinking that Lin Dongfan had her back gave her resolve.

Tang Jing steadied her thoughts.

She also felt Lin Dongfan was right: I am a dignified person, not an ant, not a plaything for the rich!

What gives you the right to let the rich trample wantonly?

Tang Jing grew angrier the more she thought, shouting like an angry little bird: "Go die!" A wine bottle smacked Shang Weiliang's forehead.

Her strength was limited, but it also left Shang Weiliang dazed.

Before Shang Weiliang could regain his composure.

Tang Jing swung her palm again, slapping wildly: "Rich and mighty, huh? Young Boss Shang? I scoff! You're just a pile of dog shit! You dare think of sleeping with Chu Lingxi? You don't even piss to look at yourself…"

Tang Jing slapped left, then right.

She unleashed a barrage of slaps on Shang Weiliang's left and right cheeks.

No one knew how many slaps were thrown.

Anyway, Shang Weiliang's left and right cheeks were red and swollen, his mouth full of blood from the slaps, his mind in a daze, and he didn't even try to dodge.

"Stop!"

Only when Feng Manager rushed in with a group of security guards did Tang Jing hear the voice and stop.

She turned around and saw seven or eight people coming.

Tang Jing, frightened, hid behind Lin Dongfan, clutching the corner of his shirt with her head lowered, and whispered softly: "Dongfan bro, what now…"

"Don't panic, I'm here."

Lin Dongfan glanced over and counted, including the glasses-wearing Feng Manager, a total of seven people.

Feng Manager pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, sizing up Lin Dongfan from head to toe, but could not immediately tell Lin Dongfan's specific background.

He cautiously inquired: "Brother, which gang are you from? Dare to come to our Imperial Emperor No. 1 and cause trouble."

"Get out of the way!"

Lin Dongfan issued the order indifferently.

Feng Manager's face darkened instantly, thinking, "After beating someone, you just want to leave? Damn hilarious!" What is Young Boss Shang? He's a VIP who topped up a million, the God of Wealth of Imperial Emperor No. 1!

If today's matter isn't settled, who will come here to spend in the future?

Seeing that Shang Weiliang was badly hurt, Feng Manager strode over and handed him a tissue: "Young Boss Shang, want to go to the hospital first?"

"Go to the hospital your mom forced! Make them eat shit!"

Shang Weiliang's face and mouth were so swollen he could barely speak; he brushed away the tissue Feng Manager offered, glaring straight at Lin Dongfan and Tang Jing.

"Understood."

Having sensed Young Boss Shang's anger level, Feng Manager dared not say more.

Feng Manager turned, staring at Lin Dongfan and Tang Jing: "Brother, you've messed with someone you shouldn't have! If you don't leave something behind, you might not get out of this door…"

Before his words finished, the six security guards behind him had already surrounded Lin Dongfan and Tang Jing in the private room.

Blocking the exit.

Feng Manager then pulled a gleaming watermelon knife from under the coffee table.

He coldly said to Lin Dongfan and Tang Jing:

"I'll give you a way out. Whichever hand you used to hit Young Boss Shang, cut it off yourself. As long as Young Boss Shang's anger subsides, today's matter is over."

Saying this, Feng Manager threw the watermelon knife at Lin Dongfan's feet.

Lin Dongfan glanced at the watermelon knife on the ground, then at Feng Manager: "I'll give you a way out too. If you sensibly clear the path, maybe Imperial Emperor No. 1 can keep operating."

"What big talk." Feng Manager chuckled: "Do you know who the boss of Imperial Emperor No. 1 is?"

Lin Dongfan dismissed it with a warning: "Just a societal scum? While I'm not angry yet, I advise you to tuck your tails tight."

"Your mouth is tough, but I don't know if your bones are as hard!"

Feng Manager gave a detached cold smile, then retreated two steps, gesturing with both hands; the six security guards he brought immediately understood and swarmed Lin Dongfan and Tang Jing.

Tang Jing screamed in fright, clutching her head and crouching to the ground.

A lone tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves; facing such all‑round assault, Lin Dongfan had no room to strike back, nowhere even to dodge.

In the emergency, Lin Dongfan hastily picked up the watermelon knife from the ground.

One move, sweeping thousands!

Regardless of whether it could hit anyone, first unleash the ferocious momentum.

The effect was not bad.

That slash instantly drove back the two guards at the front.

Lin Dongfan pointed the knife at the crowd and roared, "Get out of the way!" The knife has no eyes; seeing that Lin Dongfan seemed really willing to slash, everyone was scared not to rush in rashly.

A monthly wage of just two or three thousand, and you're supposed to risk your life for the boss? What a joke.

These guards aren't stupid.

Young Boss Shang suddenly stood on the sofa and shouted: "Don't be a wuss! Give it your all to kill them! Take a slash, I'll compensate you a million!"

"One slash for a million?!"

This price obviously has a special invigorating function.

In an instant.

The six guards were like a pack of wolves and tigers that regard death as home, lunging wildly at Lin Dongfan.

Someone's abacus beads in his heart had already chimed loud enough to be heard worldwide: one slash nets a million, two slashes two million, ten slashes ten million, ten million!

As long as you don't hit a major artery or vital spot, this is damn sure a shortcut to riches.