110: Chapter 111 I never expected you to be this kind of person.

Before the words had even faded, the first thug's fist came whistling through the air.

Jiang Jing's eyes narrowed. With his left hand, he gently pushed Director Zhang aside, while his right hand struck out like lightning, precisely gripping the thug's wrist.

With a crisp "crack," the thug's wrist twisted at an unnatural angle, and he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Jiang Jing followed through with a whip kick, sending the man flying and crashing into the coffee table behind him.

The entire private room fell instantly silent. Everyone stood frozen in place as if under a paralysis spell, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Oh... oh my god..." The bespectacled man's grip loosened, and his phone nearly dropped to the floor. He scrambled to catch it, his eyes behind his lenses widening like copper bells.

"This... how is this possible..." A girl covered her mouth, stunned.

"Holy crap..." Director Zhang slumped onto the floor, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

He had prepared himself to get beaten up, but he hadn't expected Jiang Jing's fighting skills to be so terrifying! Was this really a business elite? This was clearly a martial arts master from an action movie!

The thugs regained their senses. A second one rushed up wielding a wine bottle, but Jiang Jing dodged it with a flicker of his figure.

He formed his right hand into a claw, precisely gripped the opponent's throat, and executed a shoulder throw, slamming the man heavily onto the ground.

The thug let out a muffled groan and passed out cold.

"Th-this is impossible..." Lin Ya's face turned deathly pale, and her fingernails dug deep into her palms.

The trap she had meticulously designed had actually been dismantled by Jiang Jing in such a brutal manner?

The remaining thugs looked at each other, gulping in unison, not daring to step forward for the moment.

The Bald Thug leader's forehead beaded with sweat the size of peas as he forced himself to roar: "Wh-what are you all staring at! Attack together!"

Seven or eight thugs lunged at once. Jiang Jing's lips curled slightly, his figure weaving through the crowd like a ghost.

Every punch and kick he landed was incredibly precise, his movements fluid and natural, as if he were performing an elegant dance of death.

"Bang!" A red-haired thug was kicked three meters away, hitting the wall and sliding down slowly.

"Spare me!" A yellow-haired thug knelt on the ground, clutching his broken nose.

"Ah!" A burly man with a green dragon tattoo had just raised a chair when a hand strike chopped the side of his neck; he rolled his eyes and passed out instantly.

The entire process took less than thirty seconds, and the floor was already littered with groaning thugs lying in disarray.

Jiang Jing brushed off his hands, his breathing not even disturbed.

The only sound left in the private room was the constant intake of sharp breaths.

He walked slowly toward the Bald Thug.

"Now," Jiang Jing squatted in front of the Bald Thug and patted his swollen cheek, "can you tell me who instructed you to do this?"

The Bald Thug's crotch was already soaked, his face a picture of misery: "It's... it's her! That bitch in the red dress! She promised to give us ten thousand yuan... to put on this act in front of you!" He pointed his trembling finger straight at Lin Ya in the corner.

"Holy crap—"

Everyone's gaze snapped toward Lin Ya. Her face instantly drained of color, and her lips trembled, unable to utter a single word.

The classmates' expressions were a mixed bag—shock, disdain, and, more than anything, anger after their sudden realization.

"Lin Ya! You actually..." A short-haired girl was the first to stand up and accuse her.

"I knew Li Xue wasn't that kind of person!" The boy who had been recording the video quickly deleted it.

"How vicious, actually hiring people to slander a classmate..."

Director Zhang gulped with difficulty. Looking at Jiang Jing's back, he suddenly felt that his choice had been absolutely correct.

This young man wasn't just wealthy and powerful; his fighting skills were also terrifying...

He secretly rejoiced that he had bet on the right person.

This handsome man was practically a real-life version of a super-rich tycoon and martial arts master!

"Bang!"

The private room door was slammed open, and five or six uniformed security guards rushed in, panting.

The lead security captain, still holding a walkie-talkie, saw the scene: a dozen tattooed thugs lying on the ground groaning, the coffee table overturned, and alcohol spilled everywhere.

"Th-what is going on here?" The security captain asked with a frown, his gaze scanning back and forth between the thugs on the floor and the standing Jiang Jing.

The young security guards behind him had already quietly reached for their batons.

Jiang Jing unhurriedly adjusted his cuffs without even lifting his head: "It's nothing, just a few friends who drank too much and were messing around."

"Right, right, right!" The Bald Thug scrambled up, nodding and bowing with a fawning smile, "We were just messing around!" As he spoke, he snuck a glance at Jiang Jing's expression, terrified of saying the wrong word.

The security captain looked suspiciously at the bruised and swollen thugs, then at the completely unscathed Jiang Jing. Years of work experience told him this matter was definitely not simple.

"Do you need to call the police?"

Jiang Jing lifted his eyes to scan the thugs on the floor, his gaze sharpening.

The Bald Thug shuddered all over and hurriedly waved his hands: "N-no need!" He forced himself to stand up, squeezing out a smile that looked uglier than crying, "It's all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

The other thugs chimed in:

"Right, right, right, we fell by ourselves!"

"It's fine, it's fine, you can leave..."

Seeing this, the security captain didn't want to get involved; since the parties involved said it was fine, he was happy to be spared the trouble and asked about the most critical part.

"Alright, just remember to pay for the damaged items."

"We'll pay! We'll pay!" The yellow-haired thug limped over, pulling a crumpled stack of cash from his pocket, "This is five thousand... if it's not enough, I'll go get more..."

Seeing this, the security captain waved his hand: "Since it's all a misunderstanding, we'll be leaving." Before leaving, he didn't forget to add: "Call us anytime if you need any service."

As the security guards left, the private room fell into an eerie silence once again.

The thugs helped each other stand up but didn't dare to leave without permission, all looking at Jiang Jing with expectant eyes like a group of prisoners awaiting sentencing.

"B-big brother..." The Bald Thug gathered his courage to speak, "Do you think... we could..."

Jiang Jing strolled over to the sofa and sat down, crossing his long legs, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest: "Just leaving like this?"

The thugs' faces turned pale instantly.

The Bald Thug fell to his knees with a thud: "Big brother, please spare us! We really know we were wrong! It was all instructed by that bitch!" He pointed at Lin Ya, who was cowering in the corner, his eyes filled with resentment.

The other thugs also knelt to beg for mercy:

"Big brother, we won't ever dare to do this again!"

"It was that bitch who paid us to come!"

"Please just let us go like a fart..."

Jiang Jing looked down at them from above, his voice terrifyingly calm: "You want me to let you go? Fine." He pointed at Lin Ya, who was cowering in the corner, "I despise this culprit; tell me what you think should be done..."

The thugs turned their heads in unison, their fierce gazes making Lin Ya feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Her legs gave way, and she knelt directly on the floor, her meticulously styled curls sticking messily to her pale face.

"Li Xue! Li Xue, I was wrong!" Lin Ya crawled on her hands and knees to Li Xue's feet, her face smeared with tears and snot, "I was just possessed by a demon... please forgive me this one time..."

Li Xue coldly pulled back the corner of her skirt that was being grabbed, a mocking arc appearing on the corner of her lips: "When you hired people to slander me, why didn't you think about my feelings?" She turned around, hooked her arm through Jiang Jing's, and didn't look back.

Her voice was very soft, yet sharp as a knife: "You brought this on yourself."

Lin Ya slumped on the floor, looking around in despair.