It Doesn't Matter If It's Destroyed

The atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Chen Hao lowered his head and chuckled, then looked up at the bald man, enunciating each word clearly.

"I said... dumbass, don’t push your luck!!" Chen Hao roared the last few words, his voice suddenly rising.

The bald man rubbed his shiny head, smirked, and took a step back, his expression darkening in an instant.

"You’re fucking asking for it!"

Before the words even finished, he swung a beer bottle straight at Chen Hao’s head.

Thud!!

A dull impact echoed.

Chen Hao instinctively flinched backward, expecting the pain of the bottle smashing against his skull—but he felt nothing.

Instead, someone had suddenly appeared beside him, and the bald man was gone.

It was Su Yang, who had been sitting quietly on the side earlier.

The moment the bald man swung the bottle, Su Yang sprang up and delivered a brutal kick straight into the man’s gut.

The bald man flew backward before he could react, crashing onto an empty table with a heavy crack as the wood splintered beneath him.

Clutching his stomach, the bald man howled in pain.

"Ahhh! You motherf—!"

A yellow-haired thug nearby reacted instantly, flipping a table over as several shirtless companions charged at them with beer bottles in hand.

Screams erupted from the other customers as chaos engulfed the shop.

The yellow-haired man lunged at Su Yang, throwing a wild punch.

Su Yang shoved Chen Hao aside, dodged the swing, and retaliated with a sharp, precise strike to the thug’s face.

The punch sent the man reeling, stumbling several steps before barely regaining his balance.

The entire exchange lasted mere seconds.

Liu Bo and Meng Wenzhou exchanged a glance, and after a nod from Meng, Liu Bo exploded into action, charging at the four approaching attackers.

Zhang Ziming, still groggy, finally snapped to attention and tried to stand, but Meng Wenzhou shot him a look, signaling him to stay put.

Pan Ning watched Su Yang with concern, while Shen Yixue clung tightly to Zhang Ziming.

"Fuckin’ kill them!" the yellow-haired man snarled, wiping blood from his nose.

He grabbed a chair and charged again.

Su Yang smirked. "Moron! If I don’t beat you until you scream for your mom today, I’ll take your damn surname!"

With that, he dashed forward.

The thug roared, "You little bastard! Die!"

Crash!

He hurled the chair.

Su Yang didn’t dodge—instead, he swung his fist, smashing the airborne chair to pieces mid-flight.

Bam!

The chair shattered. Su Yang didn’t slow, tackling the man with a brutal suplex that slammed him onto the floor.

"Ah! Ah!" the thug screamed in pain.

Su Yang yanked him up by the arm like a ragdoll—despite the man’s 170-pound frame—and followed up with a crushing right hook to the jaw.

The punch sent the thug flying like a broken kite, crashing hard onto the ground again.

Before Su Yang could advance, Pan Ning’s urgent shout came from behind. "Su Yang! Behind you!"

Thud!

A chair smashed against Su Yang’s back—but he didn’t even flinch, standing rooted like a boulder.

He turned slowly, locking eyes with the bald man, who had just ambushed him.

A murderous glint flashed in Su Yang’s gaze.

The bald man’s face twisted in shock. His full-force strike hadn’t even budged the guy. If a chair did nothing, would his fists even tickle him?

"You got a death wish?" Su Yang growled.

In a blink, his hand clamped around the bald man’s throat like an iron vice. The man clawed desperately, but Su Yang’s grip was unbreakable.

He slammed the bald man against a table, watching as his face turned purple, eyes rolling back.

With a vicious jerk, Su Yang hurled him several feet away.

Not done, he closed the distance in a flash and delivered a flying kick, sending the bald man crashing through another table with a sickening crack.

This time, the man couldn’t get up.

Curled on the floor, whimpering, he saw Su Yang approaching and scrambled onto his knees, begging.

"B-bro, I was wrong! I’ll never do it again! Spare me!"

"People like you don’t learn." Su Yang’s voice was ice.

"I—I swear! I shouldn’t have messed with you! I’ll pay for the damages tonight!"

Su Yang scoffed. "Oh? Fine. A million."

"W-what?!"

"Deaf now? Or should I repeat it? Weren’t you so tough earlier?"

"N-no! Please, I was drunk and stupid! If I knew you could fight like this, I’d never—"

"So if I couldn’t fight, you’d just bully me?"

"N-no! That’s not—ugh, damn my mouth!" The bald man frantically slapped himself.

Just then, Liu Bo strode over, cracking his neck.

"You good, Su Yang?"

"Yeah. Wait—weren’t there more of them?"

Liu Bo grinned, jerking a thumb behind him. "Took care of it."

Su Yang looked past him—five men, including the yellow-haired thug, were sprawled unconscious on the floor.

"Holy shit! Liu Bo, you’re a beast?!"

Liu Bo waved a hand, smirking. "Eh, no big deal. Just... a minor... accomplishment." He deliberately stretched the last words for effect.

Su Yang thought, Damn, didn’t see that coming. This guy’s a trained fighter—maybe ex-military or a boxer?

He shelved the questions for later. Right now, they had unfinished business.

Meng Wenzhou, Chen Hao, and Zhang Ziming approached, their drunkenness mostly sobered by the brawl.

Meng Wenzhou eyed Su Yang. "You alright?"

"Fine."

"Didn’t know you could throw down like that."

Su Yang shrugged. "Picked up some skills back in the day."

Liu Bo turned to Meng Wenzhou. "What now?"

"Call the cops. Or..." Meng Wenzhou’s tone darkened. "Just bury them. They’re trash anyway. I can make it disappear."

The bald man, kneeling on the ground, felt like crying the moment he heard those words. He hurriedly pleaded, "Big bro, big bro! I—I—I was wrong! Please, show some mercy! Just... just send me to the police station! I’m begging you!"

Tears streamed down his face as he spoke. The sight of a bare-chested, tattooed tough guy—adorned with dragons and tigers—breaking down like this was almost comical.

Su Yang chuckled. "Well, since he’s asking so nicely, why don’t we just let it go? Hand him over to the cops."

"Sounds good. Did anyone call the police yet?"

Chen Hao chimed in, "Little Li already reported it earlier. The cops should be here soon."

"Alright."

Truth be told, Meng Wenzhou had only been trying to scare them. He wasn’t ruthless enough to actually silence them for good.

Sure, he had the means to cover up something like this, but this was the modern era, after all.

Best to leave those underworld tactics in the past.