Chapter 008: Fight

Wang Bo was no pop star, nor a performer; he could neither play an instrument nor compose music. Yet as an ordinary person, he still possessed an ordinary person's sense of aesthetics.

He didn't understand high notes or low notes, true voice or falsetto; his appreciation of music had only two kinds.

Pleasant to the ear, and unpleasant to the ear.

But the man in the white suit today refreshed Wang Bo's understanding of music.

Being tone-deaf seems to be made for this kind of person.

Compared to the young lady on stage, who was reluctant to sing, his singing was off-key for every single word—extremely unpleasant to hear—but even so, the people around him still gave rave reviews.

It was practically a grand flattery scene. Wang Bo couldn't help but sympathize with this group of cheerleaders—being a lackey wasn't easy. At the very least, the art of bootlicking was something one had to learn.

Wang Bo couldn't help feeling fortunate that his luck was good enough that he didn't need to be someone's underling, let alone learn the skill of flattery.

Wang Bo continued to look around, his gaze sweeping across the scene.

Beside the stage, Wanming's brother Taishan was strung up, his face bruised and swollen—clearly, he had taken a thorough social beating.

The suspended Taishan looked pitifully at the door, his face full of anticipation. When he saw Wang Bo walk in, he was overjoyed. “Wan Ming, I’m here! Save me! Come save me quickly!”

This cry for help was heart-wrenching, echoing throughout the entire nightclub.

For a moment, everyone turned their gaze to the door, to Wang Bo. Many of the men in black stood up simultaneously, restless and ready to move.

Wang Bo walked down and asked, "Who made that phone call just now?"

Beside the man in the white suit, a man with a crew cut stood up, his gaze fixed on Wang Bo. Seeing Wang Bo's empty hands, his face immediately turned grim, and he said slowly, "I made the call. I told you to bring money, but you came empty-handed. Are you messing with me?"

Wang Bo walked through the crowd, stopped in front of the crew-cut man, and said calmly, "I have plenty of money, but I just want to ask you: why should I give it to you?"

"Your brother Taishan owes our boss money. A debt must be repaid, that's only natural and just," said the crew-cut man.

"What does that have to do with me?" Wang Bo retorted.

The flat-haired man paused, looked Wang Bo up and down, and sneered, "Fine, you've got guts. Men, take Taishan down and break both his legs."

Taishan looked utterly bewildered, then let out a loud wail, "Wanming, I'm your sworn brother, you can't just abandon me! I don't want to be crippled, I don't want to be crippled!!"

The flat-haired man sneered.

Several younger men in black hurried forward and set Taishan down. One of them, holding a baseball bat, swung it vigorously a few times, whistling through the air.

When Taishan saw this, his face turned green. "Wanming, you're inhuman, you bastard. I'm your brother, and now you're abandoning me. I'll haunt you even as a ghost, Wanming. Wanming, Wanming, save me, Wanming! I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Stop!" Wang Bo saw that Taishan seemed to be genuinely repentant, so he couldn't help shouting.

The young man in black was taken aback.

The flat-haired man glared at this fellow and barked, "Why haven't you made a move yet? Is he your boss, or am I your boss?"

The younger man in black quickly nodded, raised the baseball bat, and swung it forcefully down at Taishan's leg.

Aaaaaaaah...

Before the baseball bat could come down, Taishan let out a miserable howl.

It would make any listener sad and any hearer weep.

Wang Bo shook his head, grabbed the crew-cut man's collar with lightning speed, and, before the other could react, flung him away with force.

Whoosh!

A living person weighing over a hundred jin was effortlessly flung away by Wang Bo, crashing into a black-clad underling who was wielding a baseball bat. The immense impact sent that underling flying as well.

The two of them tumbled into a heap.

The man in the white suit was taken aback at the sight, then flew into a rage. "How dare you lay a hand on my men? Beat him!"

In an instant, the entire nightclub crowd converged from all directions, swarming in.

Wang Bo raised a foot and kicked the man in the white suit flying; this guy was presumably the boss of the group.

The crew-cut man who had just been sitting beside him was presumably the second-in-command among this group.

After the man in white was kicked away, he was caught by seven or eight panicked underlings in black.

“Brother Rong, are you all right, Brother Rong.”

“Brother Rong, what’s wrong, Brother Rong.”

“Brother Rong, Brother Rong…”

So this fellow was called Brother Rong; it must be a nickname.

Wang Bo thought to himself.

Rong Ge, who had been sent flying by the kick, clutched his chest, coughed a few times with difficulty, and pointed a trembling finger at Wang Bo. "Kill... kill... kill him!!"

Thus, having received the order, the underlings charged forward one after another, fearless of death.

But unfortunately, there wasn't a single one who could put up a fight.

After all, they were just a bunch of ordinary people. Wang Bo swung his fists, sending one flying after another. After a dozen punches, he had knocked back more than ten black-clad underlings.

The people behind were still surging forward in an endless stream.

Before Hong Kong's return to China, the gang underlings all had a fierce edge. It was with this very edge that countless men climbed the ranks to become leaders of certain gangs.

But this ferocity was nothing in Wang Bo's eyes.

Wang Bo knocked them out with one punch each, and dozens of underlings were just a matter of dozens of punches. In less than three to five minutes, there was no one left standing before him.

Taishan walked over with an expression of amazement, poking Wang Bo's abdomen with his elbow. "Wow, Wanming, when did you become such a good fighter?"

He knew that Wanming had considerable fighting skills, and taking on three to five people was a piece of cake.

But he really didn't know that Wuming was so formidable, capable of taking on thirty or fifty people without any problem.

Even the boxing champion isn't this badass.

Wang Bo shot him an exasperated glare, feeling no goodwill whatsoever toward this thick-skinned fellow.

"This is the last time I will save you. If you..."

By the way, wait a moment, you're risking your life!

Before Wang Bo could finish his sentence, he saw Taishan dash over to the white-clad man in a flash and say arrogantly, "See that? Wan Ming, my little brother. One of my little brothers can take on dozens of you. How dare you compete with me for a girl? Who do you think you are, Big Head Rong?"

Wang Bo: ...

This guy really never changes his ways. Wang Bo couldn't be bothered with Taishan and turned around to leave.

After taking over for Daredevil, Wang Bo felt he had already done enough for this guy. The two of them were not related by blood or friendship, but Wang Bo had not only given him a huge sum of money but had even personally stepped in to fight this time.

You know, fighting a fight is also very tiring. In order not to kill these guys with one punch, Wang Bo had to precisely control the force of his punches, only injuring them instead of killing them.