80: Come on, come out and watch the movie

Young Master Fang's expression changed, then a smile reappeared on his face, even wider than before.

"Fun, tonight is fun."

"Kid, isn't it time we settled our score?" Young Master Fang said to Ye Lin.

"Are you talking about me hitting your dog?" Ye Lin replied.

"What the hell are you saying? Who are you calling a dog?" Young Master Long, standing by, couldn't take it anymore and retorted angrily.

"I didn't say the dog was you; if you jump out and admit it, that's not my business." Ye Lin chuckled.

"You!"

"Alright, stop arguing." Young Master Fang scolded.

"Kid, you hit my man. I'm a fair person, so I'll just have my man beat you up. What do you think?" Young Master Fang looked at Ye Lin with a wicked smile.

At the same time, he waved behind him, "A Chang, come and play with this brother."

Behind him, from behind the group of flamboyant girls, a middle-aged man walked out. He had no expression on his face, but his eyes were sharp.

His feet landed lightly on the ground, making no sound.

"A Chang, this young brother just helped a beautiful woman. You should learn from his spirit of helping others. You two can exchange some moves first; I'll be leaving. Whatever happens to you two later has nothing to do with me, okay?" Young Master Fang, with a wicked smile, slowly retreated backward.

Everyone wisely cleared the space in the middle.

"Young Master Fang, A Chang won't kill him, will he?" Young Master Long asked, a little worried.

Young Master Fang smiled indifferently, "That has nothing to do with me. I'm just observing."

Besides Young Master Fang and his group, some guests from other private rooms also came out for a look, but as soon as they saw Young Master Fang, they quickly retreated. The club staff, even more so, stood silently in the back, not daring to make a sound.

Ye Lin was secretly startled. What was Young Master Fang's background? He seemed to have a bigger backing than Young Master Kang; everyone seemed to be afraid of him.

But before he could figure it out, A Chang charged over.

Without any verbal exchange, it was a straight punch, aimed directly at Ye Lin's face.

Even before the punch landed, Ye Lin could feel the strong wind from it, indicating he was definitely an expert.

But I, your brother, also have a system, Ghost Foot Seven's Ghost Foot, and close-quarters combat skills. Ye Lin wasn't flustered at all.

As the saying goes, feet are longer than hands.

Since you're using your fists, don't blame me for bullying you with my feet.

Everyone just saw a blur, and Ye Lin's right leg, moving later, arrived first, side-kicking A Chang in the waist.

However, to Ye Lin's surprise, A Chang only swayed slightly, gritting his teeth tightly, and stubbornly did not retract his fist.

This forced Ye Lin to turn his face and quickly block A Chang's fist with his left hand.

Bang!

A huge force came through, and Ye Lin felt a sharp pain in his hand; it must have been injured.

A Chang, having landed one punch, didn't stop at all; his other fist came directly at Ye Lin's chest.

Ye Lin grabbed A Chang's right hand with both hands, then, using the combined strength of his palms, tried to twist his fingers.

But A Chang's calloused hands were like five iron rods, impossible to bend even slightly.

Ye Lin knew he had encountered an expert.

Just then, A Chang suddenly leaned in, crashing directly into Ye Lin's arms, and elbowed Ye Lin in the stomach.

In pain, Ye Lin's hands loosened.

A Chang spun around, his back against Ye Lin, grabbed him from behind with both hands, and then executed a back throw.

Ye Lin's body flew into the air like a kite, falling heavily to the ground.

"Holy cow! Awesome!"

The onlookers gasped in surprise; that back throw was too cool, executed in one smooth motion.

Hiss—

Ye Lin did a carp flip, quickly getting up from the ground, but he still took a sharp intake of breath. This thing, it hurt a little.

A Chang's face opposite him showed a playful expression, as if mocking Ye Lin for showing off his meager skills.

Ye Lin forced himself to calm down, slowed his breathing, and stared intently into A Chang's eyes.

A Chang tilted his neck, his joints making a cracking sound.

His feet moved quickly, taking two steps forward, and another straight punch came at Ye Lin's face.

This move again? Does he think I'm an idiot?

Ye Lin grabbed A Chang's right hand. A Chang sneered, spun around, and his left iron elbow came pushing in again.

But this time, Ye Lin was prepared. He pulled A Chang's right hand and quickly retreated, causing A Chang's elbow to miss.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Lin delivered a fierce kick with his right foot to A Chang's waist and ribs. A crisp "crack" sound was heard, directly breaking one of A Chang's ribs.

A Chang groaned, then violently shook his right hand, breaking free from Ye Lin's grip.

However, Ye Lin wouldn't let go of this chance. While A Chang was retracting his hand, he launched several consecutive punches directly at A Chang's face.

This forced him to constantly block with his hands.

Blocking, huh? Then come on!

Ye Lin didn't care anymore and unleashed a flurry of wild punches at A Chang. His fists rained down like raindrops on A Chang's blocking arms.

At first, A Chang was waiting for Ye Lin to get tired before counterattacking, but he didn't expect Ye Lin's stamina to have a bonus; he didn't let up for a while.

In desperation, A Chang could only push his arms outward, intending to charge forward.

But Ye Lin had already anticipated this. As soon as A Chang charged, he was tripped by Ye Lin and fell to the ground.

After landing, A Chang rolled over, trying to get up and counterattack.

However, Ye Lin's fists were like ghosts, directly pursuing him. He unleashed a barrage of attacks on A Chang as soon as he stood up.

This time, A Chang was beaten into submission. Several times he tried to change his stance, but Ye Lin kicked him back.

This explosive scene stunned the surrounding crowd.

Oh my god, this is too fierce!

It's like watching an American blockbuster, punch after punch, hitting hard.

And isn't this guy tired? He's been attacking continuously for several minutes. Even a professional boxer would have to stop, but Ye Lin is like a machine.

"Young Master Fang, something's not right. A Chang can't win." Young Master Long reminded him.

Young Master Fang's face was as ugly as it could be. He had originally intended for A Chang to beat up Ye Lin, and he himself would watch a fight, considering it entertainment.

Unexpectedly, in the end, his man was pinned to the ground and continuously rubbed and rubbed.

"You go help A Chang, pretend to pass by and bump into them, don't make a move, understand?" Young Master Fang said to Young Master Long.

"Huh? Me?" Young Master Long's face instantly turned pale. Young Master Fang, you really think highly of me. My small physique can't do that.

Young Master Fang didn't care if he was willing or not and pushed Young Master Long out.

The pathetic Young Master Long could only use the force of the push to bump into Ye Lin, hoping that Ye Lin, seeing he was also a young master, wouldn't beat him up.

However, Young Master Long might have been overthinking. Ye Lin was fully focused on fighting A Chang. When someone suddenly bumped into him, he didn't even think, and instinctively swung a punch.