21: Chapter 21 The Turtle Defense Technique

The next day, after waking up, Yang Shiguang decisively opened his notebook.

He turned his thoughts and precautions regarding the Bar from yesterday into a memo.

This was a habit he had always maintained.

Then he opened the work group chat to check on the operations of the branch stores and the progress of the Binjiang flagship store.

Everything was going smoothly.

Of course, he didn't forget to chat with An Miaomiao in the group, and incidentally muted You Ge for another 24 hours.

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In the evening, he arrived at that Bar again.

You ask why?

First, to conduct some research and learn the ropes for opening a Bar in the future.

Second, the fruit wine tasted really good, and he wanted to experience it once more.

As for looking at beautiful women, he said that wasn't his intention, anyway. Whether you believe it or not, the author believes it.

"Oh, sir, you've come again. What would you like to drink today?"

Sure enough, it was that fairy-like girl from yesterday, asking with a smile.

I don't know if it was because of Yang Shiguang's handsomeness or the "Whatever" technique exclusive to girls from yesterday.

Of course, it could also be that perverted solo laughter.

Anyway, it had made this fairy-like girl remember him.

"The same as yesterday, please."

Yang Shiguang said indifferently.

"Alright, Pomegranate Lime. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, the fairy-like girl walked away.

Yang Shiguang sipped his wine slowly, his eyes "borrowing" the decor of the shop, his brain almost overloaded.

Halfway through his drink, he suddenly heard a 'snap'.

Followed by a loud shout.

"You bitch, how dare you hit me?"

Yang Shiguang looked over in the direction of the sound.

A table of male customers was having a conflict with a waitress.

The man shouting seemed to have had too much to drink; he was standing up, holding his left cheek, and pointing at the waitress while hurling insults.

Looking closely, the waitress being yelled at was none other than the fairy-like girl.

At this moment, the Bar went quiet, and everyone was watching this scene.

The fairy-like girl stood with her hands hanging down, gripping her skirt tightly, her head bowed so her long hair covered her face. Her delicate body seemed to be trembling, but no crying could be heard.

Yang Shiguang did not move.

Being in a strange place where he didn't know anyone, acting rashly to intervene was a major taboo.

For this kind of shop incident, he needed to see how the manager handled it before deciding whether to intervene.

Soon, the manager arrived.

The manager was a woman who looked to be nearly 40. After understanding what happened, she grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her in front of the foul-mouthed man.

"Apologize to this customer quickly!"

The girl kept her head down and didn't say a word.

"What are you doing? Apologize quickly! How could you hit someone?"

The girl suddenly exploded, shouting in a tearful voice:

"No! He molested me first!"

The manager still failed to uphold justice and even threatened:

"Even so, you can't hit people! Apologize now, or you're fired!"

"I won't! Why should I apologize to a pervert?"

Hearing this, Yang Shiguang knew things were going to go bad. He took out his phone to call Boss Nian while getting up and jogging toward the scene.

Sure enough, the already intoxicated foul-mouthed man was enraged by the word "pervert" and actually picked up a wine bottle to swing at the girl.

The girl didn't even dodge; a miserable smile appeared on her lips, and her beautiful face was left with only sorrow, helplessness, and despair.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

This sorrow, helplessness, and miserable smile shocked Yang Shiguang. How similar it was to the expression he had shown when his grandmother passed away?

In an instant, his eyes grew firm and fierce, and he quickened his pace.

Just as the wine bottle was about to hit the girl's head, Yang Shiguang flashed in front of her, back to her, raising his left arm to block in front of his head.

With a 'bang', the wine bottle smashed solidly onto Yang Shiguang's right arm, then shattered, leaving only half a bottle in the foul-mouthed man's hand.

Shards clattered and flew onto the floor.

The girl heard the sound of the bottle hitting and shattering, but the expected intense pain did not come.

Opening her eyes, she saw a man's back in front of her, and his handsome profile gave her a distorted smile, twisted by pain.

It seemed to be telling her not to worry.

At that moment, she felt this back was as firm and tall as a mountain; the helplessness that had resided in her heart for years quietly faded, replaced by a sense of security.

"What the hell are you? Get lost if you know what's good for you; this is none of your damn business."

The foul-mouthed man shouted at Yang Shiguang, but Yang Shiguang ignored him.

He picked up the phone, briefly told Boss Nian the address, and then turned his head to the manager on the side.

"I'm handling this matter. I will cover all the losses in your shop."

Hearing this, the manager opened her mouth but said nothing, maintaining silence.

"Hey, you brat, you're handling it? Can you handle it? What the f*** are you?"

Hearing this, Yang Shiguang decided to use a skill—courtesy first, force later.

Yang Shiguang pointed at him and said in a voice that wasn't loud but was full of momentum:

"You, apologize to her."

The foul-mouthed man raised the half-bottle and pointed at Yang Shiguang:

"Why should I apologize? If you want to play the hero saving the beauty, you need the strength. What kind of trash are you?"

The 5 men at the same table as the foul-mouthed man also stood up and surrounded him, cracking their knuckles, looking eager to fight.

At this point, Yang Shiguang knew that reasoning with this group of scum was useless; a big fight was inevitable.

But this fight could not be started by him; he absolutely could not strike first.

Archduke Ferdinand could only die in Serbia!

So he first lit a cigarette, took a puff, and held it in his hand.

He reached his other hand behind him and gently pushed the girl backward.

Then he activated his skill—Taunt.

"Heh, I don't even bother to fight a piece of shit like you."

"Look at your face; those who don't know might think a spatula from home came to life—just a crescent shovel."

"If you wore a hat and hung it on the wall, I'd think you were Zhu Yuanzhang!"

"You still want to hit a woman? Are you even a man? I'm afraid that thing of yours starved and got eaten as a breakfast sausage long ago. Poor loser."

The foul-mouthed man was enraged and shouted:

"You f***ing..."

But before he could finish cursing, he was interrupted by Yang Shiguang.

"What are you? You don't even know how to curse properly. You only know how to say 'f***ing' all day long. Do you have any culture?"

"I could curse you fifty times without repeating a single pinyin letter, you country bumpkin!"

"And you lot, relying on numbers, think you're impressive, right? Come, come, I'll take on ten of you!"

Sure enough, provoked by Yang Shiguang, the six men rushed forward. The first to move was the foul-mouthed man, who stabbed at Yang Shiguang's stomach with the broken bottle.

Yang Shiguang backhanded his wrist, pinning it, and pressed the cigarette he was holding in his other hand onto his arm.

The foul-mouthed man howled in pain from the burn, his hand lost strength, and the broken bottle fell to the ground.

Charged Skill—Disarm!

Another person swung a punch; Yang Shiguang dodged, grabbed his arm, and perfectly replicated a shoulder throw, slamming him to the ground.

Without a moment to breathe, two others attacked from left and right with punches. Yang Shiguang stepped back half a step, letting them miss.

Then he reached out both hands, grabbed the back of their heads, and used force to slam their faces together—a 'kiss'.

Just then, Yang Shiguang noticed the foul-mouthed man had frantically picked up an ashtray and was running toward his back.

He shouted 'oh no' in his heart. When he turned his head, he realized the foul-mouthed man was only half a step away from the girl.

At this point, stopping the ashtray would also hit the girl.

In his desperation, Yang Shiguang flashed in front of the girl and took the heavy blow with his back.

The pain made him bare his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

The girl looked at his expression, feeling a pang of heartache and touched.

Before he could recover, another blow landed, followed by various punches and kicks raining down on his back.

It was clearly all six men attacking him at once.

Did he have no power to parry? He did, brother, he did.

But under the beating of the crowd, he couldn't control his strength. His techniques from his previous life were all lethal.

Once used at full power, it would be a kill shot; this absolutely could not be used.

Moreover, the girl was now backed into a corner, and he was protecting her. The space was extremely narrow; if he counterattacked, the girl would very likely be accidentally injured.

Helpless, he could only use one hand to hold the girl, and the other to press her head into his chest.

He slowly crouched down to reduce the area exposed to attacks and minimize the possibility of the girl's body being exposed, using his back and arms to protect her tightly.

Passive Skill—Turtle Defense Technique

Defense technique, my ass; he didn't have a turtle shell. Enduring the constant attacks on his back, the pain was real, making him grimace.

At this moment, he could only hope that Boss Nian would arrive soon.