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The waiter seemed to understand something and tentatively asked, "Sir, this is the Qing Yise Bar. Do you know whose territory this is? Don't say I didn't warn you."
The fat man suddenly turned around and said, "The food here is really terrible, and I wanted a portion of braised pork but there isn't any, which forced me to eat peanuts all night."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang and Wings immediately became interested and sat back down. Indeed, they had nothing to do and encountered such an interesting fat man; it was worth sitting down to see what would happen next. The waiter, hearing the fat man's nonsensical words, couldn't help but shout inside, "Iron Brother!"
Then, a tall and sturdy man walked out. He had a broad nose and thick lips, with muscles bulging like iron castings. His eyes glinted with a cold light that seemed to flow with a bloodthirsty aura.
"This guy is drinking Bawang liquor," the waiter said softly next to Iron Brother.
"Be sensible. Pay up and get lost quickly; don't waste time here," Iron Brother said coldly.
"Are you Wang Tie?" the fat man suddenly steadied himself and asked seriously.
"Scared now? This 'Pure Flush' bar is under Iron Brother's protection. Do you still dare to cause trouble here? Hurry up and pay or get out," the waiter beside him seemed to gain some courage and sneered at the fat man.
"Are you really Wang Tie?" the fat man asked again.
"Absolutely! Since you know my name, hurry up and pay; I won't make it hard for you!" Wang Tie said with a hint of pride but also some impatience as he stepped forward.
The fat man stared closely at Wang Tie, his gaze suddenly sharp as he took a step forward and slowly said, "Wang Tie, male, 34 years old, from Linan Province. At 14, you went to a juvenile detention center for seriously injuring someone in a brawl. Starting at 19, you traveled the world learning martial arts from famous masters. At 23, you began participating in international sanda competitions. At 26, you entered the underground fighting scene; whether in competitions or underground fights, you've never lost. You came to Wenli City at 31. Is that you?"
Wang Tie was taken aback and involuntarily nodded.
"Six years ago, during an underground fight competition, you had a fierce battle with a young man nicknamed White Leopard for three rounds and ultimately won. In the last round, you struck his temple and killed him instantly. Is that true?" The fat man said as he surprisingly pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.
"Who on earth are you?!" Wang Tie suddenly shouted, his muscles tensing up as he prepared to strike with clenched fists.
"You still haven't answered me—was there such an incident?" The fat man exhaled a smoke ring and asked.
"Yes!" Wang Tie looked at the fat man and said, "It seems you are here to seek revenge!"
"You're mistaken. I'm here to eat, but you not only have nothing good to eat, you also want to chase me away." The fat man sighed, "Fortunately, I ran into someone familiar like you. Can you get the kitchen to make something good for me?"
"This is a bar! I'm not your acquaintance." Wang Tie looked at the fat man and said, "Especially since you want to eat braised pork; it seems there's only one way!"
The fat man's eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Wang Tie expectantly and asked, "What good way?"
"Cut off some of your meat; that could make a nice braised pork dish." Wang Tie said while looking at the fat man's plump body, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"My meat is too fatty; it's not tasty. Braised pork needs streaky pork! Sigh, I thought you looked quite strong, but it turns out you're just a fool." The fat man shook his head.
Hearing the word "fool," Wang Tie snorted lightly and suddenly threw a punch. The force of this punch was overwhelming, carrying a strong wind and moving at an astonishing speed, reaching the fat man's face in an instant. The nearby waiter couldn't help but purse his lips, thinking that the fat man's face would be bruised all over.
Unexpectedly, the seemingly very overweight fat man moved with incredible speed. He quickly retreated and met Wang Tie's iron fist with his chubby white hand.
Wang Tie's punch was actually caught by the fat man.
Wang Tie shouted again, trying to retract his fist, but it wouldn't budge. He then kicked out with his other leg. The fat man appeared unmoved, yet his plump body twisted at an incredible angle and easily dodged the kick while releasing Wang Tie's fist.
"Ah!" Wang Tie let out a cry of pain as cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His entire right arm suddenly went limp and hung down as if it couldn't move.
The fat man found a seat and sat down. "Standing and talking doesn't hurt; who said that? After standing for just a bit, I'm already in pain."
"What do you want?" Wang Tie gritted his teeth and asked.
Before the fat man could answer, more than ten people suddenly rushed out from the bar, all fierce-looking with knives and steel pipes in hand. Two of them were even holding sawed-off Five-Shot Shotguns. The fat man suddenly leaned forward and grabbed Wang Tie by the neck. Wang Tie immediately found himself unable to move as the fat man dragged him over.
The fat man pulled Wang Tie back to his seat, with Wang Tie now standing in front of him.
"Don't move!" Wang Tie gritted his teeth against the pain in his arm and said to the dozen or so people around him. Then he leaned closer to the fat man and said softly, "Are you here for revenge or just to cause trouble? If you have any demands, feel free to speak up. We can negotiate."
"You're such an idiot. You really are an idiot. If there was something to negotiate, would he be acting like this? He clearly wants to toy with you; he's here to take your life," Zhang Yang suddenly interjected.
The fat man and the group of people turned their attention to the two young men, who were still sitting leisurely at the table.
This statement stirred the thoughts of Wang Tie's subordinates. Indeed, the fat man did not seem friendly. And what were these two young men doing? Could they be the fat man's accomplices? But they didn't look like it; they seemed more like bystanders enjoying the show.
"You two have such good taste; you dare to watch this kind of commotion!" The fat man said, and suddenly he exerted force on Wang Tie's neck. There was a crack, and then he threw Wang Tie's lifeless body toward the group. At the same time, the fat man shot into the crowd like a ball of lightning, knocking down the leader with a single punch and effortlessly snatching the knife from his hand.
Screams erupted, blood splattered, and within minutes, everyone in the group lay on the ground. The smell of blood filled the bar.
In the quiet early morning, only the three of them remained in the bar.
"I originally didn't want to leave any survivors," the fat man suddenly said, blood dripping from the knife in his hand and hitting the ground with a faint sound.
"Survivors? From what you just said, it sounds like you want to leave us alive?" Zhang Yang laughed, revealing a set of white teeth.
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