Chapter 140: Giving You a Thorough Beating With All My Might

Yu Pengfei felt a wave of relief wash over him. The fiery, straightforward temper typical of a Northeasterner had completely dissipated.

He let out a hearty laugh and said, "That foreign VIP kid was something else!"

"I wasn't convinced at first, but when he stood right in front of me—damn, he was a whole head taller than me. I was actually wondering if I could take him."

"Good thing your bodyguard here is top-notch; he knocked him down with a single punch, and he couldn't even get back up."

"So, out of my indignation for American imperialism, I shaved that VIP's curly hair to symbolize the total victory of our proletariat over capitalism."

"And then, a miracle happened! The guy who was six feet tall suddenly looked like he was five-foot-three after I shaved his curls. Isn't that hilarious?"

Chai Jin instinctively looked at the head of the man beside him. Jiyuan quickly clarified, "I wasn't the one who suggested the haircut."

"Oh."

"An afro really can create the illusion of height."

"Haha, of course it can! When my hair grows out, I’m definitely going for a Western style too, just to better 'understand' our class enemies!" Yu Pengfei roared with laughter.

...

Back in the restaurant restroom.

Chen Ni stood with her feet together, her slender fingers covering her naturally rosy lips, stunned by the scene before her.

The Western-styled young man was draped upside down over a sink, his iconic afro hacked into a mangy, dog-like mess. On the other side, He Kai, one eye already blackened like a Dalmatian's spot and his suit torn to shreds, was lighting a cigarette. A powerful, murderous aura radiated from him. The faucet was still running, the sound of the water making the atmosphere even more stifling.

Thump, thump, thump.

Several men rushed in from behind—they were He Zhijun’s bodyguards. They were equally horrified by the sight. One of them quickly scrambled to He Kai’s side: "Young Master, who did this to you?"

*Sizzle, sizzle.*

The cigarette tip in He Kai’s mouth burned rapidly as he took a violent drag. He flicked the butt to the floor and stood up, grinding it out viciously. "Uncle San, I’m going to kill him!"

The man called Uncle San frowned. "Should we talk to President He first?"

"Talk about what, damn it! That bastard just shoved my head into the toilet and flushed it! Can’t you smell the piss on me?"

"Get over here!"

He Kai had completely lost control. As he passed Chen Ni, he glared at her, his voice cold: "Don't try to stop me. I’m going to kill someone here today!"

Chen Ni had originally intended to offer a few words of concern out of respect for their parents' relationship, but upon hearing his words, her expression turned icy.

*I just came to use the restroom, who is worried about your drama? Seriously.*

He was constantly shouting about killing this person or that, yet he was in his twenties, acting with the impulsiveness of a child. The more he acted this way, the more she viewed He Kai as brainless and immature. She didn't take him seriously at all.

...

*Bang.*

With his father's bodyguards behind him, He Kai felt a surge of confidence. He charged to the door of Chai Jin’s private room and kicked it open with maximum arrogance. He grabbed a chair from the side and, without hesitation, smashed it toward Yu Pengfei, who was sitting with his back to the door.

"I’m going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

But Jiyuan’s reflexes were the fastest. Before the chair could even descend, Jiyuan planted a firm kick into He Kai’s stomach.

*Boom!*

He Kai doubled over, collapsing to his knees and sliding back across the concrete floor for several inches. The man called Uncle San was also a martial artist; he knew a pro when he saw one. He immediately grabbed He Kai to hold him back, his voice cold: "What school are you from? State your background!"

Jiyuan stood tall and silent, staring back at him. Chai Jin and Yu Pengfei finally reacted, both letting out a weary sigh.

Chai Jin sipped his tea, his tone indifferent. "I’m from the school of 'what’s it to you'?"

Uncle San stared intensely at Chai Jin. "I’ve never seen you before!"

Yu Pengfei, with his blunt Northeastern temper, snapped back, "What are you lot doing, charging in here like this?"

"Why so much talk? If you want to fight, just fight already!"

Yu Pengfei was a major trader in the Northeast who dealt with Russians daily, and his personality had become equally hardened. He was the type who would insult a grizzly bear on the road before doing anything else; he had no patience for posturing.

He Kai finally scrambled to his feet. Seeing Chai Jin there only made him explode. He roared, "Are you blind? Can't you see I've been hit? Attack them!"

Four or five bodyguards rushed toward the monk.

What followed was a rather comical scene. Chai Jin and Yu Pengfei continued to sip their tea while the monk danced effortlessly through the crowd.

Yu Pengfei watched the spectacle, then turned to Chai Jin. "Brother, is your bodyguard really a monk?"

Chai Jin smiled. "He was a warrior monk from the Putuo Temple. He went to Shenzhen to speculate on subscription certificates, it made the news, and he was expelled from the temple for it."

Yu Pengfei took a small sip. "Impressive. Tsk, tsk, is that the Diamond Palm?"

"Oh, wow! He even knows Shaolin leg techniques!"

"Oh my god, I’ve seen this move before—it's Chief Qiao’s Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

"Damn! He’s even got some of Jiumozhi’s Formless Blade technique!"

...

The fight unfolded amidst Yu Pengfei’s exaggerated commentary. This was the first time the monk had displayed his incredible combat prowess in front of Chai Jin. As a warrior monk from Putuo Temple, he trained through the coldest winters and the hottest summers, possessing a body of tempered steel. How could these bodyguards, who only knew how to box in air-conditioned rooms, possibly compare?

Within three to five minutes, the entire group lay sprawled on the floor.

It was only then that He Kai realized he had truly crossed the wrong person. He huddled in the corner, covered in goosebumps, shivering with fear.

Yu Pengfei walked over, grabbed him by the hair, and stared at his terrified face. He shook his head. "Still not quite looking 'spirited' enough."

He wound up his fist and slammed it into He Kai’s other eye, turning the Dalmatian into a panda. He Kai let out a piercing shriek of pain.

The sound was so loud it drew the attention of many outside. In the adjacent room, Zheng Hejin’s expression suddenly soured. Just as he was about to signal his men to see what was happening, someone rushed in, stood before He Zhijun, and lowered his head in silence.

He Zhijun looked at the man's disheveled state and frowned. "What’s going on?"

The subordinate glanced at the people at the table, then whispered, "Young... Young Master has been beaten."

"Uncle San and the others are being held in the next room. They said you need to go over, apologize, and collect them."

He Zhijun’s face turned deathly pale, but he didn't dare show his anger at this table. Suppressing his rage, he forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace. "Vice Mayor Zheng, Mr. Nemanov, please excuse me. I have a minor matter to attend to."