54: Chapter 54 Who's Chasing You?

The Man with Tattooed Arms pointed his iron rod at Su Nange: "What the hell did you say?"

Su Nange flicked away his cigarette butt with a suave motion: "Watch your mouth! Originally, I wouldn't have minded playing around with you! But now, I want to kill you!"

The Man with Tattooed Arms, face full of rage, swung the iron rod and charged at Su Nange.

Unexpectedly, Su Nange was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of the Man with Tattooed Arms, covering the few steps between them.

With just one move, he clamped one hand onto the wrist of the Man with Tattooed Arms, making him feel as if he had been gripped by a pair of industrial iron pliers.

Su Nange then gave the other man's calf a casual kick.

The Man with Tattooed Arms felt his muscles go numb and lose sensation, and then he fell to one knee.

From the moment Su Nange charged, snatched the opponent's weapon, to subduing him, it seemed only a second had passed.

Su Nange held the iron rod in his hand, looking down at the Man with Tattooed Arms.

"Speak, who sent you? Remember, this is the only chance I'm giving you!"

As he spoke, he rubbed the iron rod back and forth against the head of the Man with Tattooed Arms.

As if he could shatter his skull at any moment!

The underlings of the Man with Tattooed Arms didn't expect their boss to be subdued so quickly, and for a moment, they dared not approach.

However, the man under Su Nange's foot still had some backbone: "If you have the guts, kill me! Making me talk? Dream on!"

"Bang!" With a strike of the rod, the Man with Tattooed Arms collapsed to the ground, a large bump swelling on his head, unable to say another word.

Su Nange spread his hands toward the group of dumbfounded underlings: "You all are witnesses, he's the one who told me to hit him!"

Another one jumped out and said: "Don't mess around! Brothers, all together now!"

However, no one responded at this moment.

Su Nange understood that these street thugs were nothing but a rabble.

When you are a bit stronger, they become a bit weaker.

Plus, the money from the benefactor, once it reached the hands of the Man with Tattooed Arms, was likely mostly embezzled.

These people only got scraps every day; where would they find the resolve to risk their lives for others?

This wasn't even as fierce as when he fought with kids from other schools back in middle and high school!

Back then, hot-blooded youths would truly fight to the death over a girl or to claim a basketball court!

At this very moment, the dozen or so people opposite were actually surrounded by Su Nange alone.

Su Nange imitated the Man with Tattooed Arms, holding an iron rod against the ground, looking just like a boss in a horror game.

He said to the underling who had jumped out: "You tell me, who sent you?"

The man looked left and right, but no one around him dared to step forward.

Su Nange added: "Let me tell you, I teach people how to fight! Honestly, killing you all is as easy as child's play."

"You'd better think it over first!"

The underling thought for a moment, trying to make his tone as fierce as possible to cover his nervousness: "Someone said to keep your distance from Miss Liu!"

"Who?"

The underling shook his head; he really didn't know this. His boss with the tattooed arms hadn't said.

Su Nange nodded: "Fine, I get it. So what now? Are you leaving on your own? Or do I have to make you leave?"

A few scrawny, bleached-blonde thugs ran up and carried the boss with the tattooed arms away.

Several vans disappeared into the night.

Su Nange took out his phone: "Hey, can I ask you something?"

Liu Yuan had just laid down in bed, preparing to sleep: "What's wrong? Go ahead."

"Is anyone chasing you?"

"There are plenty of people chasing me, why?"

"Nothing, just wanted to know."

The call ended.

Liu Yuan found it strange; why did this guy suddenly ask that?

Then her face quickly flushed red; it couldn't be, right?

He, he wouldn't actually be trying to pursue me, would he? Is that why he came to learn about the competition?

Consequently, Liu Yuan was tortured by this phone call and couldn't sleep until midnight.

She cursed in her heart: You damn Big Monkey! Explain yourself clearly! Why are you acting all mysterious?

Meanwhile, in another nightclub, Song Xiaotian was living the life of a prince.

Beauties on both sides leaned against his chest; one bit a berry from the fruit platter and fed it to him mouth-to-mouth.

The other one held the fine wine from the glass directly in her mouth and poured it into the Young Master's mouth in the gentlest way possible.

However, a man resembling a bodyguard in a suit suddenly walked over, interrupting Young Master Song's fun.

Young Master Song was a bit unhappy: "What's the rush?"

The bodyguard whispered something in Young Master Song's ear.

Young Master Song looked disgusted: "Damn it, stay away from me. This young master isn't gay."

However, after hearing what the other person said, Song Xiaotian was slightly surprised and walked to a quiet place with the bodyguard.

The bodyguard asked: "Young Master Song, what should we do next? The other party has some skill."

Song Xiaotian cursed: "These damn street thugs are truly trash! So many people and they still couldn't take down one farmer!"

However, he couldn't send his own men either. He was afraid of exposure and the negative impact.

At this moment, the bodyguard made a suggestion: "Young Master Song, didn't we save a former soldier a few days ago? Why don't you meet him?"

Young Master Song thought for a moment: "Fine, bring him to the private room!"

Not long after, a burly young man was brought to Young Master Song's exclusive private room.

Song Xiaotian sat on the soft sofa, with the beautiful hostess still sitting beside him.

"What's your name?"

The man replied: "My name is Ling Hao, I worked as a Mercenary in the Middle East."

Song Xiaotian looked at his burly frame and nodded with satisfaction: "I'll give you 100,000, help me teach someone a lesson!"

Ling Hao: "Sure, who is it?"

Song Xiaotian had his subordinate take the photo over: "Just a fitness coach, it shouldn't be hard for you!"

Ling Hao took the photo and looked at it; damn, isn't this Su Nange and Liu Yuan?

"What, you seem surprised?"

Ling Hao replied: "This person is not easy to deal with, Young Master Song will probably have to pay more!"

Song Xiaotian gave a look, and one of his subordinates understood. He shouted at Ling Hao: "I think it's just that you have no skill!"

After saying that, he threw a punch.

However, Ling Hao couldn't handle Su Nange, but could he be bested by you? In a few moves, he knocked down Song Xiaotian's subordinate.

Song Xiaotian was fed a drink by the beauty: "Hmm, not bad, you've got some skills. Name your price!"

Ling Hao held up one finger: "1 million!"

Song Xiaotian's eyes narrowed.

Ling Hao continued: "To be honest with you, Young Master Song, I've fought this guy! On my own, I'm afraid I can't vent your anger. I'm not taking your money for nothing; I need to call in some people!"

Song Xiaotian thought about it; to just teach one person a lesson, it actually costs one million. He still felt it wasn't quite worth it.

But seeing his goddess getting so close to such a loser, he felt very unwilling.

Consequently, Song Xiaotian gritted his teeth: "Fine, I'll pay you 600,000 first, I want his pair of hands!"

Ling Hao also thought about it; he had been severely injured by a blade a few days ago, and it was Song Xiaotian's men who had saved him.

He also gritted his teeth: "Alright, Young Master Song, wait for my news!"

Song Xiaotian waved his hand, telling everyone to get out and not disturb his beautiful time.

Ling Hao looked at the 600,000 that had arrived on his phone. He thought bitterly: Liu Yuan, Su Nange, I will definitely get my revenge!

Ling Hao dialed another number and called: "Brothers, come to Qiantang City. Your little brother has been bullied~~"