Chapter 178: Ten Thousand Ways

Zheng Qian was not worried about himself at all.

If Duan Qiran and his people couldn't even handle a few thugs, then the provincial Chinese Kickboxing team might as well disband right there and then.

"Holy crap, they're actually fighting!"

"So thrilling, I'm definitely going to post this on WeChat Moments later!"

"If this gets recorded, won't it go viral?"

The bystanders watching the two groups start fighting were even more excited than the participants themselves.

Several girls nearby, including Lu Shanshan and Song Qingli, instinctively covered their eyes.

Duan Qiran and his crew displayed the utmost focus and professionalism, knocking this group to the ground in just a few minutes.

Relying on his height and long reach, Tang Xingyu put up a desperate fight for a few moves, but he still ended up with two broken ribs after being kicked by Duan Qiran.

"Xingyu!" Seeing Tang Xingyu knocked to the ground and covered in dust, Lu Shanshan rushed over to check on him.

"Damn it!"

Cui Jinghui, who had been watching from behind, only just realized it now.

These people weren't just for show; they actually had real skills!

They definitely weren't actors hired by Zheng Qian!

"Brother Qian, how should we deal with this kid?" Duan Qiran and his people surrounded Cui Jinghui, asking for Zheng Qian's opinion.

"You handle it," Zheng Qian said coldly. "Don't go easy on him."

"You got it!"

Zheng Qian had thought Cui Jinghui had learned his lesson, but he hadn't expected him to dare send people to ambush him again.

Looking at Tang Xingyu, who was on the ground unable to stand up on his own, Zheng Qian felt no pity.

Zheng Qian knew that he had never been taken seriously by Tang Xingyu, but he hadn't expected him to personally step in and attack him today.

Could it be because he had gotten Lu Shanshan to join him in the joint donation?

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Cui Jinghui was forced into a corner and was being slapped again.

"Kid, you never learn, do you? Didn't you get enough of a beating that night?"

Several people started taking turns slapping Cui Jinghui, who cried out in pain repeatedly.

The onlookers were loving the drama.

This scene happened to be recorded by someone.

"Zheng Qian, can you tell them to stop, please?" After settling Tang Xingyu in a corner, Lu Shanshan came up to Zheng Qian to plead for him.

"Little Duan, stop playing around, it's time to go!" Zheng Qian ignored Lu Shanshan and called out to Duan Qiran.

After witnessing the entire process, Song Qingli was left dazed in place. Zheng Qian stepped forward and patted her shoulder: "Teacher Song, I have things to do, I'll be off first."

"Okay... take care, Senior Zheng..."

She hadn't expected Zheng Qian to be so ruthless!

Lu Shanshan stood to the side and dialed the emergency number.

"Is this the Emergency Center? I need your help here, someone is seriously injured!"

"Yes, right here at Yebei University. There are over a dozen people, please send more medical staff."

"I'm not joking! Get over here immediately, or I'll report you!"

Wee-woo, wee-woo~

Over a dozen ambulances drove into the Yebei University campus.

Yebei Third People's Hospital.

Inside the hospital room.

Cui Jinghui lay on the hospital bed, hooked up to various instruments and receiving an IV drip.

Tang Xingyu also had some injuries on his head and two broken ribs. He sat in front of the hospital bed with his head down, lost in thought.

Seeing him so down, Lu Shanshan stepped forward to comfort him: "Xingyu, you really don't need to be like this. Zheng Qian and I really have nothing going on."

Tang Xingyu admitted that he had been consumed by anger for a moment and hadn't kept his cool.

He naturally knew that there was nothing between Lu Shanshan and Zheng Qian; he just couldn't swallow his pride and endure this humiliation, which was why he had tacitly agreed to Cui Jinghui's actions.

Bang.

The hospital room door was rudely pushed open.

A middle-aged man in his late forties wearing a floral shirt walked in, followed by two henchmen.

The head of the Seattle Club, Cui Jinghui's father, Cui Hongliang!

Cui Hongliang's expression was extremely worried; he rushed to the bedside immediately, anxious for his son:

"Jinghui, how are you?"

"Dad... I... I'm fine..."

Cui Jinghui was currently having trouble even speaking.

Yu Nana said, with tears streaming down her face and looking very fragile: "Uncle Cui, the doctor has classified Jinghui's injuries as a second-degree disability. You must get justice for Jinghui!"

"What?!"

Cui Hongliang was furious.

"Sigh, I told you long ago not to act rashly. Why didn't you listen to your father!" Cui Hongliang sighed.

Cui Hongliang knew his son was angry, but he had already emphasized that Cui Jinghui should not act rashly, and certainly not take people to stir up trouble on his own.

Forcing someone's daughter to drink with them right in front of her father—that was indefensible no matter how you looked at it. Getting beaten up for it was deserved.

He glanced at Tang Xingyu, who was standing nearby.

"Xingyu, you were there too? Why didn't you stop him at the time?"

"You didn't join in, did you?"

Tang Xingyu still had traces of medical treatment on his head; it looked like he had participated in the brawl too.

Although Tang Xingyu didn't have as robust a build as Cui Jinghui, he had actually trained professionally! His injuries were lighter.

Unlike his son Cui Jinghui, who was lying in the hospital bed unable to even speak clearly.

"Uncle Cui, it was indeed reckless of me," Tang Xingyu apologized. "I should have stopped Jinghui at the time."

Tang Xingyu's father was the head of Xingyao Group, and his uncle was in charge of legal and political affairs in Qilu.

And Cui Jinghui's father was a local thug leader in Yezhou.

There were ten thousand ways to deal with Zheng Qian.

Yet they had chosen the stupidest, most foolish method: getting into a brawl with him.

Tang Xingyu felt that he had truly made a wrong move.

They were the ones who had initiated the trouble this time, and having been beaten by Zheng Qian's people, they had no choice but to accept it.

Even if he wanted to use his uncle's authority now, it wasn't possible.

"Sigh, you young people, what kind of mess have you made."

Cui Hongliang felt a bit helpless.

It was his son who had brought people to initiate the trouble; it was unlikely he could intervene now.

"Dad, I was wrong!" Cui Jinghui apologized to Cui Hongliang with tears in his eyes.

Seeing his son lying on the hospital bed in such pain, Cui Hongliang couldn't bear it.

"Jinghui, don't worry, Dad will definitely get justice for you."

"I've already investigated that Knife-Wielding Jin. He just got out of prison, his old buddies are all still locked up, he has no social connections, and certainly none of his old background."

"As for this Zheng Qian, does anyone know? What exactly is his background?"

"Uncle Cui, according to him, he is a director of the Qianhe Group," Tang Xingyu replied.

"A director of the Qianhe Group?" Cui Hongliang muttered to himself. He had been entrenched in Yezhou for so many years and had never heard of this person named Zheng Qian, nor had he heard of any family with the surname Zheng that would dare to challenge the Cui Family.

Cui Hongliang quietly calculated things in his mind; he already had a plan.

He couldn't play hardball with Red Rose. If he wanted to play, he would play with his brains.

You want to revive Red Rose, right?

Fine.

I just won't let you do it!