Chapter 161: Throwing the Capital into Turmoil

Some people spend their entire lives in mediocrity, while others, even when willing to be ordinary, can never have their wish granted. This was what Chu Dong said to Tan Xue when he came out of the police station, though naturally, it also earned him a flurry of playful punches. That, however, is a story for later and need not be dwelt upon here.

When Qian Feng spotted Chu Dong, his anger flared instantly, and he ordered his bodyguards to vent his spleen.

His thunderous roar startled the diners, and many turned to look in this direction. Qian Feng's two bodyguards were anything but disobedient; besides, Qian Feng would take the blame if anything went wrong. Moreover, based on past experience, there was no matter Qian Feng could not smooth over, and a beating given was simply a beating suffered for free. Having been idle for a while, their fists were already itching, and the moment they saw an opportunity for action, they let out fierce howls and charged forward.

The two bodyguards—one bald and the other with short hair, both in their early twenties and full of hot-headed vigor—had done plenty of dirty work alongside Qian Feng. Seeing that Chu Dong, though tall and broad-shouldered, appeared rather slender, a ferocious glint flashed in their eyes.

Chu Dong certainly was not afraid of this, yet he truly did not wish to fight again. However, the opponents gave him no choice, and getting physical happened in the blink of an eye. By the time people scrambled out of the way, plates were already flying across the restaurant.

Chu Dong pulled Xiao Rou behind him, snatched a plate from a nearby table, and hurled it directly at the leading bodyguard. The speed was so intense that the bodyguard and the plate moved toward each other with no chance of evasion, and the plate shattered squarely against his forehead. Clutching his head, his body listed to the side, precisely blocking his companion behind him. Because of this sudden halt, the follower failed to anticipate the deceleration and crashed right into him. The two men tumbled to the floor together.

Chu Dong shrugged, pushed Xiao Rou to stand in the corner of the wall so she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire, and turned to walk toward the recovering bodyguards.

Qian Feng was boiling with rage. Seeing his two bodyguards perform so miserably—were they here to vent his anger or generate more for him?—he grabbed a plate from behind and flung it at the two of them as well. Unfortunately, his marksmanship was subpar; originally aimed at their heads, it smashed straight into their backs instead.

The bodyguards weren't particularly quick-witted either. Believing they had been attacked from behind as well, the one who had just stood up snatched a chair left behind by a fled guest and swung around to smash whatever was there, only to realize it was his master standing behind him. Embarrassed, he twisted his head back around and charged at Chu Dong again.

Fight.

There was nothing more to be said; at this point, any explanation was pale and feeble, and fists were the ultimate truth. Seeing that the bystanders had all scattered, Chu Dong didn't care how much the Western restaurant's plates and bowls were worth. He grabbed them one after another and unleashed a wild barrage of throwing at the two bodyguards. With a great clatter and crash, goodness knows how many items met their doom. The once-quiet Western restaurant instantly plunged into utter chaos: people fled carrying children, others ducked beneath tables, some lost their shoes in their haste, and a young girl cried in terror because her boyfriend had vanished...

Wielding a chair as a shield in front of him, the bodyguard advanced step by step toward Chu Dong. When the distance closed to just two or three meters, he let out a sudden roar and surged forward abruptly.

That was precisely what Chu Dong was waiting for. His body lunged forward, and he lifted his foot to kick.

The sturdy pear-wood chair was shattered by a single kick from Chu Dong, sending wood splinters flying in all directions. Chu Dong's foot pierced through the chair slat and landed squarely on the chest of the bald bodyguard in front. The tremendous force sent him flying backward, and a trail of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The short-haired bodyguard behind him froze in a daze. Chu Dong's sudden burst of explosive power shocked him; such immense strength was not something just anyone possessed. Even with someone cooperating, the short-haired man doubted he could achieve such a feat himself, let alone being kicked away while charging forward. His previously raised chair hesitated, the steps he had taken forward retracted involuntarily, and the fierce look in his eyes morphed into a trace of terror.

Understandably so. They hadn't witnessed their master being beaten earlier, and even if Qian Feng had taken a beating, that was normal—given his puny physique, he could only handle young women and was utterly inept at fighting. When Chu Dong pelted them with plates earlier, they hadn't felt it posed any real threat; after all, what fight didn't involve getting hurt? Once they caught Chu Dong, wouldn't all scores be settled?

Yet, when the two sides closed in, this single kick from Chu Dong shook them both to the core.

"Bastards! Hit him! Hit him! Go!" Qian Feng was utterly dissatisfied with the performance of his two bodyguards and even kicked them a few times from behind. This placed the short-haired bodyguard in an agonizing dilemma. Go? The outcome was uncertain, but he certainly wouldn't come out of it well. Not go? His rice bowl would be smashed. Having followed Qian Feng for several years, the pay had indeed been generous.

Weighing the pros and cons, the short-haired man finally made up his mind: go.

Chu Dong did not press them excessively; he simply stood with his arms crossed and smiled. Unlike him was Wang Hai, who currently felt like he wished the ground would swallow him up. Bringing Chu Dong in was supposed to be a merit; the Western restaurant's turnover had been climbing steadily, and over the past two days, he had been grinning from ear to ear, dreaming even in his sleep of the hefty bonus he would receive at the end of the month. Yet in a single night, his dream had been utterly shattered. Forget the bonus; whether he could even keep his job was in question. Even if the hotel retained him afterward, would Qian Feng ever let him off?

The bald man had not gotten back up after being sent flying. That blow felt as though he had been struck by a locomotive, and he considered it a blessing from the heavens that his limbs were still attached.

The short-haired man had naturally witnessed the bald man's miserable state. Walking toward Chu Dong with a resolve bordering on suicidal, his steps felt exceptionally heavy. The chair held high in his hands was never lowered, but his arms could not stop trembling.

Chu Dong let him approach within a meter without making a move, simply fixing him with a cold stare. The gaze made the short-haired bodyguard's scalp tingle, yet his target was right before him, and a slight loosening of his grip would send the chair crashing down. To strike or not to strike—that was the question.

Hardening his heart, he swung the chair in a wide arc with both hands, aiming for Chu Dong's shoulder. He didn't dare aim for the head, knowing full well that even if he tried, he was unlikely to inflict serious injury. Better to show some restraint; perhaps Chu Dong would go easier on him in return.

Such scheming could hardly escape Chu Dong's discerning eyes. With a slight side step, he easily dodged the blow, and the chair smashed into the surrounding tableware, sending shards flying everywhere. Pivoting half a turn to the right, Chu Dong delivered a swift chop with the edge of his palm to the short-haired man's neck, ending the battle.

Watching the short-haired man who had been blocking his path slowly slump to the ground, Qian Feng began to panic as well. In the past, when encountering such incidents, opponents would never dare to fight back; if they didn't fall to their knees begging for mercy and wet themselves from fright, it was already a wonder. Dare to fight back? That was simply having a death wish.

Yet today, he had encountered someone who dared not only to fight back but also to dismantle the two thugs he had always relied upon so heavily. The all-powerful Second Master Qian now stood completely exposed without a single barrier in front of him, facing what felt like a ferocious monster. Qian Feng felt his legs grow somewhat weak.

Chu Dong curled his lip in disdain. If the man had shown a shred of backbone, he might have earned a measure of respect; instead, this pathetic display was utterly third-rate. Just looking at him was irritating. Catching sight of a wine corkscrew nearby, he picked it up casually, twisted the spiral metal tip until it extended fully, grinned at Qian Feng, and walked toward him at a leisurely pace.

As Chu Dong advanced step by step, Qian Feng backed away slowly, a flicker of terror on his face, though he still feigned composure. "Don't think just because you know a few tricks you can act so arrogant! Let me tell you, this Beijing city isn't yours to throw your weight around in. Stop right there! Stop! What do you want? What are you trying to do? Ah!..."

Young Master Qian was driven by Chu Dong into a corner where a seat happened to be located, causing Qian Feng to collapse into it. Not quite sitting steadily, his hand braced itself on the dining table. At that moment, Chu Dong stepped forward, pinned his hand down with a single motion, and with the corkscrew in hand, the sharp tip pointing downward, drove it fiercely downward...

Piercing screams erupted instantly.

Xiao Rou pressed her hands half-closed over her mouth, her large eyes tightly shut in terror. This wasn't like smashing a wine bottle over someone's head—which might have offered a certain visual satisfaction; if this sharp corkscrew were driven into a hand, it would literally nail it to the table.

The female waitstaff of the Western restaurant who hadn't fled also witnessed this scene; how could they not be terrified? Aside from them, there was Qian Feng himself. The moment he heard a crisp "thud," his shrill scream cut off abruptly. A warm stream ran down his trouser leg, his small eyes snapped shut, his head slumped, and he passed out cold from sheer fright.

Turning back, Chu Dong came to Xiao Rou's side, took her small hand in his, and walked straight toward the exit.

Xiao Rou was attentive by nature; as she passed Qian Feng, she summoned her courage for a stealthy glance. The precision-engineered steel corkscrew had passed cleanly through the gap between Qian Feng's fingers, embedding itself deeply into the dining table and still vibrating slightly.

Not a single person dared to step forward to block them, nor did anyone call the police.

What kind of person was Young Master Qian? Someone whose mere foot-stamping could cause tremors across the entire old capital of Beijing. When he was "handling business," who would dare call the police to interfere? Anyone who could reduce Young Master Qian to such a state—who would risk their life to stand in their way?

Everyone watched with wide eyes as Chu Dong led Xiao Rou out through the hotel's main entrance.

"Sir, Mr. Chu has had a conflict with the young master of Qian's International and has now left the hotel gates. There is also a woman accompanying him..." A man in black was reporting into his collar microphone to Li Tianming.

"Understood. It's too late now; follow them and make sure nothing happens to him. By the way, keep this from the young lady..." Li Tianming was well aware of who Qian Feng was, and the moment he heard Chu Dong had crossed paths with him, he knew trouble was brewing.

Wang Hai was left behind to handle the aftermath. Currently, his heart was as dead as ashes, and he wished time could flow backward so he had never made Chu Dong's acquaintance. Summoning his courage, he walked over to check on Qian Feng. Realizing the young man was in no serious danger, his heart settled slightly, and he gently shook him awake.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master..."

Qian Feng had merely been scared out of his wits. The moment he regained consciousness, he yanked his hand back as if jolted by electricity. Looking closely, he found to his utter astonishment that he was completely unharmed. Suddenly realizing that the crotch of his trousers was soaked and ice-cold, he couldn't even spare a thought for his wounded pride; a humiliation of this magnitude demanded payback. Scrambling to his feet, he kicked the short-haired bodyguard awake, ordered him to support the bald man out of the hotel, and the moment he got into his car, he whipped out his phone. He dialed a local underground gang, instructing them to hunt down Chu Dong. This matter was far from over.

Very soon, dozens of vans appeared on the streets, each carrying seven or eight sturdy young men clutching weapons, roaming the avenues near the Beijing Hotel in search of the target designated by Young Master Qian.

Li Tianming couldn't sleep either. If this test resulted in a fatality, guilt would surely consume him—especially since he held a rather favorable opinion of Chu Dong.

The entire capital was thrown into turmoil by Chu Dong in a single night.

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