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The Three-Headed Hound seemed to be aiming for Wei Yuan, but that was not the case.
At this moment, the three individuals appeared to have a tacit understanding and divided their roles perfectly. Two of them lunged forward to entangle Wei Yuan, while the third took advantage of the distraction to rush over and pick up a piece of the broken bottle that had fallen after being thrown earlier, immediately thrusting it toward Wei Yuan.
Fortunately, Wei Yuan had sharp eyesight and did not charge directly into the fray with them.
Sensing the person approaching with the shard of glass, Wei Yuan turned his head sharply, instantly displaying a fierce expression that startled the attacker, causing him to nearly drop the shard and halt in his tracks.
However, Wei Yuan did not stop. Although he did not regard them highly, he was still a flesh-and-blood individual who could not withstand these thugs who dared to stab people at will.
Unfortunately, these thugs had actually fought less than Wei Yuan; they were merely bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong. The only time they dared to use weapons was when they were hot-headed or under the influence of drugs.
"Do you dare to use a weapon against me?"
Wei Yuan coldly spat out those words, directly grabbing one of the individuals entangled with him and forcefully pushing him away. With tremendous explosive power, that person's body flew like a bowling ball, crashing into another thug.
The two collided and fell to the ground, temporarily unable to pose a threat to Wei Yuan. After this push, Wei Yuan did not bother to look back at their situation.
He was still facing another individual holding a shard of glass. Although this person appeared somewhat cowardly and might not actually dare to stab him, Wei Yuan knew that these thugs were mostly just a bunch of timid bullies.
If you are tougher than them, they will back down; if you are vicious, you must be even more vicious than them.
However, Wei Yuan also recognized that there could be desperate situations where someone might act recklessly. He did not want to play the hero and end up getting stabbed a few times; that would not be fun at all.
At this moment in the room, two of the six boys had completely lost their fighting ability. The other two had been pushed hard by Wei Yuan; one collided with another and rolled on the ground for several rounds before slowly getting up to catch their breath. However, they would not be able to charge back in anytime soon.
Where had Chang Wei, that good-for-nothing, run off to?
Seeing Wei Yuan looking so fierce after taking down several of his brothers, he immediately shrank back like the other Birthday Girl, huddled in a corner of the sofa with another guy, trembling and appearing particularly ridiculous.
The guy holding the shard of a beer bottle, who was about to charge forward, was instantly frightened into trembling in place by a glance and a word from Wei Yuan. He looked like he posed no threat at all.
However, Wei Yuan still appeared somewhat cautious. He kicked towards the man's wrist, causing the shard to slip from his grasp and fall. In that moment, Wei Yuan delivered another kick.
The shard flew steadily towards the wall of the private room, embedding itself in the wall and seemingly unable to fall out.
This display of skill left everyone in the private room dumbfounded, especially the five men and women who had no previous conflict with Wei Yuan, aside from Chang Wei's cousins. They all began to regret not having softened their stance earlier; perhaps if they had admitted their mistakes sooner, they could have avoided a beating.
But it was too late now, especially for the guy who had been ready to stab with the shard. There was no way Wei Yuan would let this go.
After kicking away the only shard that posed any slight threat to him, Wei Yuan approached.
As he advanced step by step, the previously fierce man holding the shard began to retreat repeatedly until he was cornered against the wall.
Wei Yuan showed no mercy towards someone who intended to stab him. He reached the corner and grabbed him, dragging him away from the wall. The man was now so scared that his eyes were wide and his face contorted. Feeling disgusted, Wei Yuan raised his hand and slapped him hard.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Without holding back at all, he rained slaps down on the man's face as if they were free. After several slaps, blood began to flow from his nose. The man’s legs went weak, and he half-collapsed on the ground, covering his face with his hands while crying out, "Please stop hitting me."
After delivering those slaps, the man was already covered in blood, his cheeks swollen like a dead dog as he lay on the ground sobbing. Wei Yuan didn’t even look at him and turned his gaze towards the remaining four people.
Chang Wei and the girl were huddled together in a corner, trembling. The two who had collided earlier had recovered; one held a beer bottle in hand but wore an expression of fear that clearly indicated they dared not approach.
At this moment, Wei Yuan's temper flared: "Put down the bottles!"
Upon hearing Wei Yuan's loud command, the two immediately tossed their bottles onto the sofa and stood there unsure of what to do with their hands, waiting to see how Wei Yuan would react.
Wei Yuan walked over, pushed both of them backward with one hand each, and then kicked them from behind. They crashed against the wall near the door. Fortunately for them, Wei Yuan didn't use much force; after struggling on the ground for a while, they were left unharmed.
"Don't lie on the ground, everyone squat over there."
Wei Yuan shouted to prevent them from launching another surprise attack. At this moment, aside from Chang Wei and the girl who were uninjured and still trembling in the corner, the other five people, regardless of their injuries—even the guy who had been hit by a bottle—crawled over and squatted against the wall.
"Squat properly, or I'll break your bones if you dare to play tricks again."
Wei Yuan added with a fierce expression. The five people, including Chang Wei's Cousin, now regarded Wei Yuan with both respect and fear, no longer daring to make a sound.
After dealing with the five main combatants, Wei Yuan walked over to the other two individuals, forcefully pulled them apart, and slapped Chang Wei across the face. "You're the one with the most tricks up your sleeve; get lost."
Wei Yuan once again returned to his previous fighting state, and even a glance from him instilled fear. Chang Wei was more like a softshell shrimp; while he could think of schemes to plot against others, when it came to fighting, even the unrefined Wei Yuan could easily handle him.
At that moment, Wei Yuan threw Chang Wei onto one end of the sofa and ordered him, "Go over there and squat with them."
The six boys in the private room had all been dealt with; they were huddled together in the corner, allowing Wei Yuan to keep an eye on them without worrying about any tricks.
Wei Yuan sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at the girl beside him. "I heard today is your birthday; happy birthday."
She was clearly an underage girl, but her exaggerated hairstyle resembled a mushroom cloud. Her face was heavily made up, she wore colored contact lenses and earrings, and her figure seemed to have already been developed. Coupled with her revealing outfit—a low-cut top and a super short skirt paired with black stockings—she hardly resembled a middle school girl anymore; she looked more like a character from Dog Day's.
Seeing Wei Yuan's unusually polite demeanor, although the girl had some confidence in her appearance, she couldn't believe that Wei Yuan was genuinely someone who cherished women. She could only stammer out a response: "Thank you."
"How old are you today?"
Wei Yuan took a puff of his cigarette and mumbled.
The girl didn't dare to hide it and honestly replied, "Sixteen."
Wei Yuan listened and smiled, saying, "Sixteen years old is not bad, really not bad. You should be in the same grade as that girl, right?"
After some calculations, it seemed she was also a third-year junior high school student, so Wei Yuan pointed at Chang Wei's Cousin.
"Yes."
Wei Yuan didn't understand how his cousin Xie Yufei ended up with this girl, so he asked, "How did you get to know my sister?"
When the girl heard Wei Yuan directly refer to Xie Yufei as his sister, she realized that this situation was not simple, so she quickly explained, "We go to the same school. Once I saw her being bullied by another girl, so I stood up for her and even took her as my sister. I've been taking care of her."
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan slapped her across the face and said, "Is this how you take care of her? Do you know she's only fourteen?"
Wei Yuan pointed at the wine glasses on the table, clearly indicating that she had lured Xie Yufei here under the pretense of a birthday celebration and colluded with Chang Wei's cousins to drug her drink.
Wei Yuan sighed at how twisted today's kids were; children around fifteen or sixteen had so many evil thoughts. Back in his day, he didn't have the guts to pursue girls like that. Even if such thoughts crossed his mind, they would quickly be extinguished by a clearer conscience.
The distinction between good and bad wasn't significant.
Good people might think about doing bad things, but as long as they could restrain their evil thoughts, they remained good. It's normal to have criminal thoughts in one's mind, but acting on them is a different concept altogether.
"I really didn't want to; it's my birthday today. I don't want to do this kind of thing; they all instigated me," the girl said.
Having been slapped by Wei Yuan, the girl was already in tears. The cheap makeup on her face couldn't withstand the test of tears, making her already frightening appearance even more grotesque.
She looked so terrifying that she could scare someone just by stepping outside at night; instead of studying, she could directly star in a horror movie and surely win an award.
With tears and snot streaming down her face, Wei Yuan felt disgusted. But this was all self-inflicted; it was no one else's fault.
Despite looking pitiful now as she cried, when he thought back on it, she dared to help Chang Wei and his group harm Xie Yufei and planned to drug her drink so that Chang Wei's Cousin could take advantage of her. Wouldn't she use the same tactics against other girls?
Such a girl is not worth any sympathy at all. Wei Yuan looked at her and asked, "Who has the drugs now?"
The girl quickly rummaged through her bag and pulled out a box of medicine. On the surface, it appeared to be the most common remedy for cold and cough, but Wei Yuan knew that it must have been laced with something like a stimulant.
Those who dared to add such substances to drugs for profit were certainly not just Shen Qingyi and Xu Feng.
As for why it was kept in the girl's bag, it was to avoid detection. After all, without sufficient evidence, no one would take the initiative to search a girl's bag.
Wei Yuan opened the packaging of the medicine and discovered that it was a capsule. He picked up an empty wine glass, poured in some beer, then opened the capsule and poured the powder into the beer.
The powder from the capsules was milky white. Although it caused a bit of foam when poured into the beer, within seconds, the foam disappeared, and now the beer looked no different from usual.
No matter how good your eyesight was, you wouldn't be able to tell there was anything wrong with the drink. Wei Yuan placed the box of medicine in his pocket and brought the glass to his nose for a careful sniff; he didn’t detect any strange odor.
Colorless and tasteless—truly impressive.
At this moment, Wei Yuan felt a bit irritated and looked at the girl. "Do you know how many people these things can kill?"
The girl trembled and replied, "I don't know. I won't dare again; please let me go."
Wei Yuan did not believe that he had such power that one threat could save a girl's soul. Once such girls made poor choices, unless something significant happened to enlighten them, they would remain foolish for life.
Wei Yuan said expressionlessly, "I don't like hitting women. I'll give you two choices: either you slap yourself or I’ll find someone to do it for you."
Upon hearing these two harsh suggestions that showed no mercy, the girl seemed reluctant to accept either option. However, Wei Yuan wouldn’t allow her to refuse; he immediately raised his hand and said, "If you don’t choose, I’ll make the choice for you."
At this point, the girl realized that Wei Yuan was not someone who easily compromised. She quickly made her choice and slapped herself across the face. The force was neither too light nor too heavy—just right.
Only then did Wei Yuan feel that this girl had some cunning; she understood that if she hit too lightly, he would be dissatisfied. If she hit too hard and ended up with a swollen face later on, it would be unfortunate for her. Therefore, her control over the force was something Wei Yuan found quite satisfactory.
"Wei Yuan" said, "It's acceptable. Just keep hitting with that strength. Don't stop unless I say so."
Then "Wei Yuan" snapped his fingers and said to "Chang Wei" and his cousin, "You two come over here."
The girl looked at "Wei Yuan" and shouted back, immediately giving him a fierce glare, but she didn't dare to act rashly and continued hitting herself with the same force.
The "Chang Wei" brothers were like soft dogs afraid of hard blows; "Wei Yuan's" display of power had already scared them into submission. The four companions who accompanied them also dared not make a move, all intimidated by "Wei Yuan."
So they quickly obeyed "Wei Yuan's" command and came over obediently.
"Wei Yuan" took a couple more puffs from his cigarette before extinguishing it in the ashtray. He picked up the spiked drink and said to the "Chang Wei" brothers, "You like tricking girls into drinking, right? Now you drink it yourselves. Brothers should share; each of you take half a glass and taste it for yourselves."
Upon hearing "Wei Yuan's" words, the brothers appeared somewhat reluctant, especially "Chang Wei." Although he was willing to spend money on these drugs, he preferred others to use them, particularly to conquer girls who had taken them. However, he himself was very rational and had never touched them.
"Wei Yuan, don't go too far. Let's leave some room for each other; we might meet again in the future. Don't think I'm that easy to bully," "Chang Wei" said, looking at the drink on the table without daring to touch it, instead addressing "Wei Yuan."
Although "Wei Yuan" wasn't from their "Datong Village," both of them were from "Qingxi Town." "Chang Wei" thought his family still held some status in this area and naturally believed that "Wei Yuan" would be intimidated.
Little did he know that "Wei Yuan" was impervious to threats. After hearing "Chang Wei's" words, he slapped him across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on his cheek. "Wei Yuan" angrily said, "Is that a threat? When you were planning to drug my sister's drink, did you ever think about leaving some room for future encounters?"
Caught off guard by "Wei Yuan's" question, "Chang Wei" didn't know how to respond. Instead, "Wei Yuan" answered for him: "Because your family has some influence here, I should leave you some leeway. But my sister comes from an ordinary family, so naturally, I wouldn't care about her; after all, her family can't do anything to you. Isn't that right?"
"Wei Yuan" spoke rapidly, each sentence striking at the heart of "Chang Wei." Deep down, he indeed recognized this logic: if someone had connections or power, one should not offend them easily; but if they were just an ordinary person with no background like himself, they could be disregarded.
There has always been a hierarchy among people.
"I'll tell you this: I've never been afraid of you. As for this drink, either you drink it yourself or I will feed it to you. You choose."
Wei Yuan's stance was very clear; no matter how powerful or influential your family is, it doesn't matter. Wei Yuan had experienced assassination attempts several times and wasn't afraid of facing it again. As for wanting to frame himself with a crime, that wouldn't be so easy.
Seeing Wei Yuan so resolute, Chang Wei immediately softened and said, "Wei Yuan, I really didn't know that was your sister. Otherwise, out of respect for our schoolmate relationship, I wouldn't have done such a thing. I truly can't get involved in this; I'm begging you to let me go."
Wei Yuan did not answer him directly but instead asked Chang Wei's cousin, "What about your half?"
This boy seemed to have tried such things before, so Wei Yuan made him drink half a cup of the spiked medicine. For him, it was just an ordinary matter and naturally much easier than having Wei Yuan physically confront him.
At that moment, Chang Wei's cousin, a sixteen-year-old boy whose face could be described as weathered and prematurely aged like a wrinkled orange peel, had an extremely peculiar appearance and a notably poor character.
However, he knew how to protect his cousin. He showed no fear towards the spiked drink and, unlike Chang Wei, raised the cup and prepared to gulp it all down. Unfortunately for him, Wei Yuan's gaze was sharp as lightning; he immediately kicked him in the chest. After swallowing three-quarters of it, the boy spat out nearly half a cup's worth.
At this point, the cup contained not only the spiked medicine but also alcohol mixed with Chang Wei's cousin's unknown substances. Yet, Wei Yuan still pointed at the cup and said, "Chang, it's your turn for half a cup."
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