143: Chapter 117 Self-Defense

Hearing Song Jun's reckless cursing, Zhang Qi's originally calm expression instantly turned cold.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the enraged second-generation rich kid before him like a physical presence.

"Are you looking for death?"

Zhang Qi's voice held a bone-chilling coldness, completely disregarding Song Jun's threats.

Song Jun had been arrogant and overbearing since he was a child; in the circle of second-generation rich kids in Shenzhen, he had never suffered such indignity.

Hearing Zhang Qi dare to talk back to him so toughly, the rage in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

His face became somewhat distorted from extreme anger, his eyes filled with bright red bloodshot veins.

"Fuck you, you still dare to challenge me? I'm going to crack your skull open today!"

While roaring crazily, Song Jun suddenly swung the heavy full-face racing helmet in his hand.

Using all his strength, he viciously smashed it directly toward Zhang Qi's head.

If this blow really connected, let alone a bloody head, it might even cause a severe concussion on the spot.

Standing to the side, Li Bingyue saw this sudden scene and turned pale with fright, unable to help but let out a terrified scream.

"Song Jun, have you gone mad? Stop it right now!"

The shop owner, Guo Xun, was also startled, his rugged face instantly filled with a look of horror.

He knew very well that Zhang Qi was a top-tier super-rich client who had just casually dropped ten million in cash to buy the shop's treasure.

If something happened to him on his turf, he, as the shop owner, would definitely be in big trouble.

But everything happened too fast, and Song Jun's movements were so sudden and vicious.

Even if Guo Xun wanted to rush up to stop it, it was already too late; he could only watch helplessly as the helmet smashed toward Zhang Qi.

However, facing this aggressive and fatal blow, Zhang Qi did not move half a step.

His terrifying Physique of 108 points granted him neural reaction speed and explosive power far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

At the critical moment when the heavy helmet was about to smash into his head, Zhang Qi calmly raised his right hand.

His movements were fast as lightning; his five fingers, like iron pincers, accurately and steadily grabbed the helmet that was flying toward him.

Accompanied by a dull thud, the helmet, carrying huge inertia, instantly stopped steadily in mid-air.

Zhang Qi's arm didn't even shake in the slightest; that immense force in his hand felt like nothing more than a gentle breeze.

On the other hand, Song Jun only felt a powerful counter-shock force transmit through the helmet to his arm.

Both his arms were instantly numbed, and his palms felt a sharp pain, almost causing him to lose his grip on the helmet.

Song Jun widened his eyes in astonishment, staring fixedly at the man before him who had caught his full-force blow with one hand.

A surge of intense horror welled up in his heart; he couldn't believe that there could be someone with such immense strength in this world.

Before Song Jun could recover from this extreme shock, Zhang Qi had already launched a counterattack without hesitation.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhang Qi's deep eyes, and his right leg shot out like a viper striking from its hole.

This kick to the chest was clean and decisive, landing solidly on Song Jun's chest.

Accompanied by a dull sound of flesh colliding, Song Jun flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

His hundred-plus-pound body left the ground, tracing a pathetic parabola in mid-air as he flew backward.

Song Jun flew several meters away before falling heavily onto the rough concrete track.

The huge inertia carried him sliding and scraping crazily along the ground for a distance before finally coming to a stop.

His originally exquisite and expensive professional riding suit was torn into several large holes from the friction against the ground.

The skin underneath was scraped raw and bloody, and he looked absolutely pathetic.

The huge commotion instantly attracted the attention of other employees in the shop, and many sales staff and mechanics ran over to watch.

When they saw the usually arrogant and overbearing Young Master Song lying on the ground like a dead dog, they all widened their eyes in shock.

Everyone whispered privately, speculating about the terrifying background of the young man who dared to beat Young Master Song like this.

Listening to the undisguised whispers around him, Song Jun felt that his face had been completely lost today, and he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Standing to the side, Li Bingyue was stunned by Zhang Qi's fluid counterattack.

Her bright, large eyes were almost sparkling with admiration, and her heartbeat was uncontrollably accelerating.

She had always admired strong men full of power and wildness, and Zhang Qi's kick just now perfectly hit her aesthetic.

Not only could he casually drop ten million to buy a champion motorcycle, but he could also display such formidable personal strength when encountering danger.

This was simply the most perfect image of a male god in her heart. Li Bingyue looked at Zhang Qi's back, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Meanwhile, Guo Xun was also completely stunned; he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

He looked down at his own burly Physique, then looked at Zhang Qi's well-proportioned and upright back.

Guo Xun knew very well that even if he went up himself, he would never be able to kick with the kind of terrifying explosive power Zhang Qi just displayed.

He really didn't expect that this mysterious Mr. Zhang not only possessed unfathomable and astonishing financial power but also had such formidable personal fighting skills.

If that reckless guy Song Jun had really pissed off Mr. Zhang just now, he would probably have been beaten to death right here today.

At this moment, Song Jun was curled up on the ground in pain, with waves of burning agony coming from all over his body.

Especially in his chest where Zhang Qi had kicked him; it hurt so much that he found even breathing difficult, as if several ribs were broken.

Song Jun had grown up relying on his family's wealth and power, and it had always been him leading people to bully others.

He had never suffered such a great humiliation, nor had he ever been kicked away like a dead dog in front of the woman he liked.

This dual blow to his body and spirit caused the anger in Song Jun's heart to burn to the extreme.

Resisting the heart-piercing pain, he struggled to climb up from the ground, his face already distorted beyond recognition.

Song Jun extended his trembling arm and pointed viciously at Zhang Qi, who was standing not far away.

"You son of a bitch, you actually dare to hit me? Just you wait, I'm going to find someone to kill you today!"

While screaming crazily, Song Jun reached for his phone in his pocket, preparing to call his fox friends and dog pals over.

As an arrogant and overbearing rich man, he naturally disdained calling the police to handle such matters.

In his twisted values, only by using his own means and influence to take fierce revenge could he truly vent his anger.

He wanted to let this poor wretch who dared to hit him know what kind of miserable end awaited those who offended him, Song Jun, in Shenzhen.

However, Zhang Qi wouldn't give him the chance to call people to cause trouble; he had always been extremely decisive in his actions.

Since this Song Jun had recklessly jumped out to cause trouble, Zhang Qi would naturally make him pay a painful price.

Zhang Qi calmly took out his phone from his pocket, opened the dialing interface, and skillfully dialed the police.

While holding the phone to his ear, he turned his head and looked calmly at Guo Xun and Li Bingyue nearby.

"Boss Guo, and Bingyue, you both saw it with your own eyes just now; it was this guy who started it by using the helmet to smash me."

"What I just did was purely instinctive self-defense. When the people from the Police Station arrive, you must testify truthfully for me."

Hearing Zhang Qi's calm and articulate words, Li Bingyue hurriedly nodded repeatedly without hesitation.

Her exquisite face was filled with righteous indignation, and she responded loudly to Zhang Qi.

"Brother Qi, don't worry. I saw it clearly just now; it was this loser Song Jun who started the fight."

"When the people from the Police Station come later, I will definitely tell them exactly what happened. I won't let him twist the facts!"

Guo Xun was also a clever person; he naturally knew which side to stand on at this moment.

He hurriedly approached with a smile on his face, firmly expressing his loyalty to Zhang Qi.

"Mr. Zhang, rest assured. Our shop is full of high-definition surveillance cameras, and that scene just now must have been recorded."

"No matter where this goes to be reasoned, it was Song Jun who provoked the trouble first. You were absolutely acting in self-defense, and we can all testify!"

Song Jun, who was preparing to call for people, was stunned when he heard Zhang Qi had actually called the police.

He looked at Zhang Qi in astonishment, his distorted face filled with disbelief, as if he had heard some huge joke.

In their circle of second-generation rich kids, conflicts were always resolved privately with fists and backgrounds.

He never expected that Zhang Qi, a guy with such formidable fighting skills, would not play by the rules and would directly choose to call the police.

This made Song Jun's sense of superiority, prepared to use his influence to take revenge on the other party, feel like a punch hitting cotton.

A strong sense of grievance welled up in his heart, and the finger he was pointing at Zhang Qi was trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you even a man? If you have guts, let's have a one-on-one fight in private. Calling the police, what kind of skill is that!"