Chapter 110: Bloody Violence, Restoring Order

What the hell, where the heck are you from, standing up to meddle in other people's business?

We were just inviting the two girls for a drink, what does that have to do with you?

If you have any sense, get out of the way, or I'll split your skull open—believe it or not?

In the barbecue shop, eight or nine drunken, reeking‑with‑alcohol guys surrounded Guo Yongwen.

Behind him, his girlfriend Wang Cuifen shielded the two trembling girls, only sixteen or seventeen years old.

At first, these guys were eating and drinking in a private room; one of them, on his way to the restroom, saw the two girls eating barbecue alone and went over to chat.

After being rejected, he didn't give up, returned to the private room with two brothers, tried to clink glasses with the girls, even forcibly dragged them back to the room to eat together.

The two girls were students from the nearby technician academy, sneaking out for a midnight snack, never expecting to run into thugs.

They wanted to ask for help, but diners at other tables were also afraid of provoking that gang, and no one dared to step in.

Guo Yongwen couldn't stand it, went up and said a couple of words, and was slapped.

His hot temper flared, he swung his fist and made the two guys' noses bleed.

Then, he alarmed the entire opposite private room.

Only then did he realize there were so many of them, and they had surrounded him completely.

Originally, Guo Yongwen's hot temper made him ready to beat as many as he could, but his girlfriend stopped him.

The other side had superior numbers; even though his boyfriend was a soldier, he couldn't have the upper hand against so many.

Moreover, there were the two girls, so his girlfriend urged him to calm down first and ensure the girls' safety.

Guo Yongwen knew he couldn't defeat so many at once, but after years in the army, even facing that many troublemakers alone, his momentum wouldn't falter.

What the hell, who are you to ask where I come from?

So many old men bullying the two girls and forcing them to drink?

Why don't you go back, forcing your mother to sing in a bar, you really have no shame!

Relying on their numbers, the gang was directly amused by Guo Yongwen's words.

Oh damn, I've seen people looking for death, but never this much.

Xiao Za, have you heard of the North City Knife Squad?

"Our boss..."

A skinny junior deliberately made space, pointing at the middle‑aged man behind him with a heart‑shaped hat, wearing a coat, broad‑shouldered and stout.

"That's Wang Wu, the former North City Knife Squad leader!"

"Let me tell you, our boss used to be a serial killer!"

Guo Yongwen sneered, "I'm still a Dutchman! Didn't the Knife Squad get executed in the 80s? How are there any survivors?"

Wang Wu, the boss, felt a sudden tension, not expecting this guy to still know about those old events.

He had been put in the cell early for stealing, which let him escape the disaster.

Wang Wu could see Guo Yongwen had some skill, and didn't want to clash head‑on.

After all, their goal was to get the two little girls to drink and study the human body.

"Little girls, don't be afraid, Uncle isn't a bad guy, just wants to invite you to the private room for a drink."

"You're from the nearby technician academy, right? This is Fang Chao, considered your senior, a good little brother of ours."

"If you two go with us to the private room, toast each of us with a drink, then sit on our thighs, hug our waists, and it'll be over; otherwise your school life will never be peaceful."

The two girls were so scared they started crying, kept shaking their heads, and hid behind Wang Cuifen.

Fang Chao had once beaten a teacher and the principal at school, and even shouted when the police took him away.

Who would have thought this scum was only a junior among them; the others must be even worse.

Once inside the private room, with the door shut, could they still have a chance to live?

Wang Cuifen hadn't expected such an ordeal on her first trip away, but her confidence as a future military wife made her stand up bravely, shielding the two girls behind her.

"I—I warn you, you must not act recklessly!"

"We—we've already called the police, my man is a soldier!"

"He's also a military officer, a Platoon Leader; if you dare provoke him, you'll get no good end!"

Upon hearing Guo Yongwen was only a Platoon Leader, Wang Wu immediately laughed.

He had restrained himself before, fearing the other side was also tough, but found they weren't the same kind.

"Heh, after all that, he's just a lousy soldier. A little Platoon Leader dares to act hero here, thinks he's crazy?"

"Fang Chao, Ciwei, Houzi... beat him to death!"

With the boss's order and knowledge of his background, four or five guys surged forward, beating Guo Yongwen so he couldn't fight back.

Not to mention being soldiers, back in the 80s‑90s they were truly lawless, not even caring about cops.

As the saying goes, two fists can't match four hands; a wild punch can kill a master.

Facing absolute numerical superiority, even the best martial skill is useless.

Moreover, Guo Yongwen had to constantly shield the three women; if he were knocked down, the consequences would be severe.

By now, everyone in the shop had fled in terror; the owner had called the police but didn't know when the squad car would arrive.

Seeing her man being beaten by four or five people, Wang Cuifen, unsure where her courage came from, rushed up and grappled with them.

One of them got a hard slash across his face from her fingernail, and in anger swung his arm and slapped Wang Cuifen's face.

With a slap, Wang Cuifen was knocked onto the floor, crying loudly.

Guo Yongwen seemed to unleash a blood‑fueled rage, instantly scattering the four or five attackers.

He lifted a bottle, swung left and right, delivering two headshots, one of which hit the leading boss Wang Wu.

Wang Wu touched his head; besides fragments, it was all fresh red, and he staggered back two steps, his face twisted in anger.

"Damn, kill this kid, if you kill him it's mine!"

At present, public security is not very stable; with the rise of the real‑estate market, various black‑gray groups have exploited loopholes and are thriving.

Businesses like sand and gravel, earthworks, trucks, and transportation have basically been monopolized by these people.

These guys never had a clean background; getting into the police station for fights and brawls is as commonplace as a daily meal.

Moreover, after drinking a lot of cat urine, they were further stimulated by alcohol, fresh blood, violence, and erotic sights.

This group no longer held back; they rushed up to beat Guo Yongwen to death.

Wang Wu, clutching his bleeding head, rushed to the back kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife he knew best.

Just as the group pressed Guo Yongwen down, holding his hands on the table, preparing for the boss to raise his knife for a strike.

Outside the barbecue shop, a van slammed on its brakes and stopped hurriedly at the doorway.

The doors swung open, and Lu Yang's figure rushed in first.

He grabbed a wooden stool, swung it in a circle, and smashed it hard into Wang Wu's back of the head.

Bang!

The stool shattered into pieces; Wang Wu seemed to freeze, his eyes rolled, and he collapsed limply on the ground.

The kitchen knife in his hand clanged and fell to the floor.

"Grass Mud Horse!"

While the opponent was still reeling, Lu Yang swung the broken stool leg backward and punched at the mouth of the young man named Fang Chao.

With that single blow, he shattered Fang Chao's front, canine, and molar teeth, leaving his mouth drenched in blood.

With the leaderless mob, a dozen or so short‑haired thugs burst in from outside, throwing the gang into chaos.

The training squad saw Guo Yongwen beaten, his nose bruised, face swollen, and covered in blood.

In an instant, their eyes widened with fury, flames seeming to blaze from them, as if they were about to eat someone.

Even Wan Baoshan, usually the most cowardly and fond of clowning, was filled with raging blood, grabbed two bottles of "Snowflake Face Mask" and charged forward.

Even though Guo Yongwen was strict with them during training and they spoke many harsh words about him privately, they have always been comrades, brothers.

Now, seeing him beaten like this while protecting the two little girls, who could keep their anger in check?

"Even a damn soldier you dare to hit, you're asking for death!"

Lu Yang shouted angrily, grabbed a bald man trying to flee, and slammed him hard toward a side table.

Clunk! The table leg couldn't bear the force of the two slamming onto it and shattered, falling apart.

Lu Yang's knee pressed against the man's back, hooking his right arm and twisting forcefully.

"Aaaah!"

A scream rang out as the man's right arm was brutally snapped off by Lu Yang.

The sound of bone cracking spurred Lu Yang's adrenaline, making his heart race like an engine.

It was his first time in a brawl, and he never realized he possessed such a violent side.

In the melee, Lu Yang's peripheral glance keenly sensed danger.

Behind him, the guy named Fang Chao, blood spattering his mouth, lifted a shelf and shouted incoherently while hurling it at Lu Yang's head.

Lu Yang casually picked up an unopened set of dishes from the floor and slammed them onto his face.

The guy's nose bled profusely, his body leaning back as if to fall, but he was struck by Cheng Jun's thunderous flying kick.

His body crashed into a side stair railing and he instantly lost consciousness, collapsing.

Lu Yang rushed to Cheng Jun and gave a thumbs‑up!

Sure enough, this move is a technique passed down through the Sixth Company.

Not only Zhou Kaidong knows it; Cheng Jun uses it even more skillfully.

As police sirens grew louder, the battle ended in a one‑sided rout, collapsing like a withered tree.

About a dozen soldiers faced eight or nine street thugs; even though the thugs had clubs and other weapons, the soldiers still overpowered them decisively.

Soldiers train daily in fists and kicks; if they could still lose a fight, they'd rather quit the army when they get home.

Guo Yongwen had been at a disadvantage earlier, mainly because his two fists couldn't match four hands, and he also had to protect the two little girls behind him and his girlfriend.

So he could only keep defending, which caused him to be beaten badly.

If he were alone, even if he couldn't win, escaping safely would have been no problem.

Looking at the shop's wreckage and the thugs lying on the floor wailing in pain.

Lu Yang helped the blood‑splattered Guo Yongwen to his feet and asked, "Are you okay?"

Guo Yongwen spat a mouthful of blood, shook his head and said, "I'm not dead, just... fine."

Lu Yang laughed, and everyone else laughed too.

Everyone felt immensely exhilarated, their bodies refreshed, as if they'd just had a full‑body massage.

Even Lu Yang felt a lingering itch, wanting to beat the group again.

No one expected the sniper training squad to end in such a violent way.

Nevertheless, the feeling of quelling chaos was satisfying; at least they fulfilled their duty as soldiers.

Wan Baoshan looked at the two shallow cuts on his hand, muttering, "If only we could bring a gun!"

Lu Yang kicked the thug's waist hard and said, "Then it would be much easier—one shot and he's dead, saving food, preventing societal harm, and sparing the people..."

Hearing this, the man on the ground clenched his teeth, daring not to make any sound.

Afraid of angering these 'military lords' and inviting death!