Su Xiuju was extremely anxious, her eyes darting around the crowd, desperately searching for Zhang Miaomiao's whereabouts.

Just then, she caught sight of Xu Jing dragging Zhang Miaomiao away, striding forward. Zhang Miaomiao was terrified and struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free from Xu Jing's iron grip.

Seeing this, Su Xiuju, who was limping, grabbed a handy vase and rushed towards Xu Jing with all her might.

With a burning rage in her eyes, she mustered all her strength and smashed the vase in her hand hard against Xu Jing's arm.

With a loud bang, shattered porcelain shards flew everywhere like projectiles.

A sharp shard of porcelain grazed Zhang Miaomiao's brow bone, and blood gushed out immediately, flowing down her cheek.

In that split second, Xu Jing, in excruciating pain, released his grip.

Zhang Miaomiao and Su Xiuju seized the opportunity to counterattack, quickly picking up the teapot next to them, which was still steaming with boiling water.

The two exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, poured the hot water from the teapot over Xu Jing's body.

"ah--"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, instantly echoed throughout the banquet hall, followed by the dull thuds of aluminum kettles hitting hard objects.

The aluminum kettle slammed down between Xu Jing's legs, instantly denting the surface and covering it with blood.

Zhang Miaomiao and Su Xiuju worked in perfect harmony, taking turns hammering Xu Jing, one blow after another, showing no mercy.

As the saying goes, "Strike while the iron is hot," and at this moment, the two of them had only one thought in their minds.

Just then, Xu Wenguang and his men hurriedly followed to check the situation.

Zhang Miaomiao and Su Xiuju helped each other as they slowly walked out of the tea room.

Zhang Miaomiao's red halter dress was wrinkled and crumpled, her once exquisite shawl was nowhere to be found, and her hair was messy and disheveled, like a clump of weeds.

Blood streamed freely down his cheeks from his brow bone, a striking and flamboyant red.

It was as if it were recounting the thrilling experience that had just taken place.

Xu Wenguang and Zhang Miaomiao's gazes clashed fiercely in the air, sparks flying.

Zhang Miaomiao sneered, her eyes filled with disdain and anger. She slowly walked past him and said, word by word, "The Xu family, what a Xu family... I will not let you off so easily today..."

"Red Sun Grand Restaurant, I've also noted that down." Meng Kangshun followed behind, covered in blood, but his eyes were as fierce as a hungry wolf's, as if he would tear everything in front of him apart at any moment.

The three men left the Red Sun Restaurant, their injuries shocking to behold, attracting the attention and gossip of passersby.

From the break room came the restaurant manager's panicked screams: "Oh dear, young master, what's wrong with you! Someone come quick, someone come quick, get the young master to the hospital!"

Xu Wenguang hurried to the tea room and saw Xu Jing covered in injuries, his skin an unnatural red, and within minutes his entire body was covered in blisters, looking utterly disheveled.

"What are you yelling about? He brought this trouble upon himself. He's dead, so be it."

Xu Wenguang coldly rebuked him, even covering his mouth with a hint of disgust.

It was as if Xu Jing in front of me was a disgusting piece of trash.

“Even the death of Xu Jing might not quell Zhang Zhenhui’s anger. Call the old house now and tell them to bring him back to me. Don’t dirty my territory.”

When Xu Wenguang came out, there was a row of people standing in the corridor. A bald man walked forward tremblingly.

"Mr. Xu, this...this pre-ordered...is, is..."

The bald man stammered and could barely speak.

Xu Wenguang pushed up his glasses and said coldly, "None of you need to come. Go collect your money now and get out of here immediately."

Upon hearing this, the restaurant manager, who had just emerged from the private room, nearly collapsed to his knees.

He knew the inside story of today's big mess, and he was the one who orchestrated it.

He bent over, trying to minimize his presence in front of Xu Wenguang, sweating profusely, fearing that Xu Wenguang would be the next one to use him as a scapegoat.

"And you, you don't need to come after you've finished your call. Is this such a big matter that I invited you here just to help me commit evil?"

With a thud, the restaurant manager knelt down, pleading with a sob in his voice, "Boss, I'm just doing what the young master tells me to do. I'm being forced into this!"

Xu Wenguang, who had already walked several steps away, suddenly turned around. A cold glint reflected in his glasses, as if it could freeze a person.

"Since you listen to him so much, why don't you go and die with him now? Go to the Zhang family and atone with your death, and perhaps they will spare your family."

...

At the entrance of the restaurant.

Meng Kangshun went to the department store and bought two coats. He walked in covered in blood, which startled the sales clerk. She thought he was there to rob her and turned pale with fright, almost screaming.

Su Xiuju gently draped a coat over Zhang Miaomiao's shoulders, forced a smile, and comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright."

Zhang Miaomiao looked at Su Xiuju, whose smiling face was as pale as paper, yet she was still trying to comfort herself.

Zhang Miaomiao held her hand tightly and said with emotion, "Xiuju, thank you. From now on, you are my sister. I will definitely get to the bottom of what happened today and give you an explanation."

Su Xiuju grasped Zhang Miaomiao's hand in return, her eyes firm and resolute. "I believe you."

As they were talking, the Zhang family's car came to a steady stop in front of Zhang Miaomiao. Zhang Zhenhui got out of the car, his face grim, as if a storm was about to break.

"Everyone get in the car, we're going to the hospital first."

Su Xiuju looked at the injury on Meng Kangshun's back with worry in her eyes. Without delay, the group rushed to the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, after examination by the doctor, it was determined that Meng Kangshun was the most seriously injured.

Fortunately, although it looks serious, it's actually just a superficial injury that will heal with some rest.

After paying the medical bills, Zhang Zhenhui came to Meng Kangshun's side and gently patted his shoulder.

"Good lad, thanks for today."

A flicker of lingering fear flashed beneath Zhang Zhenhui's sharp eyes, but even more so, a chilling killing intent.

Meng Kangshun did not contain his anger. He stared at Zhang Zhenhui and said, "Uncle Zhang, I want to know the specific information about those three people. I know what I am doing, and I never regret any decision I have made."

Looking into Meng Kangshun's resolute eyes, Zhang Zhenhui asked, "Have you thought about what the consequences might be?"

"I can bear whatever the consequences may be."

Zhang Zhenhui looked at Meng Kangshun with admiration in his eyes, thinking to himself that with such courage, what couldn't he accomplish?

"Come to my office after you recover from your injury. You'll be on paid leave."