For ordinary people, these four thugs have enough deterrent power in terms of their body shape, appearance and ability, and they are also quite vicious. It can be seen from the initial lesson they gave Ding Zhen that they swung the stool without any regard for anything and had no intention of holding back.
But for Hao Zhengguang, it was not worth mentioning at all. Their moves were completely ferocious and there was no pattern other than throwing and smashing things randomly.
Originally, Hao Zhengguang just wanted to teach a few people a lesson and make them give up. However, these thugs saw that he was alone and outnumbered, and they just couldn't believe that four of them could not beat one.
The two who had been knocked to the ground before got up and became even more furious. They rushed forward and punched Hao Zhengguang in the face.
Although there was a certain disparity in strength between the two sides, two fists were no match for four hands. If the thugs had attacked one by one in a round-robin battle, Hao Zhengguang could have easily handled it. But when four of them attacked at once, with four heads and eight fists, even a giant octopus would have struggled to cope. After several fights, Hao Zhengguang's face was bruised, with a trace of bruise on his cheekbone.
Seeing that the situation was somewhat unfavorable, Hao Zhengguang no longer wasted time and stared at the fists of several people and broke them one by one.
He first pulled the thug closest to him in front of him, pinched his arm and twisted it backwards, directly removing his arm from his shoulder. The guy grimaced in pain from the dislocated joint and lay down in the corner next to him, unable to move.
The remaining three people could not escape the fate of being knocked down. One of them had his ankle kicked and the other had his ribs broken. Hao Zhengguang punched him hard in the abdomen, and the guy bent over and vomited.
Three thugs fell down one after another. The last thug finally got a little timid. He didn't know whether to go up or not. He just stood there in a daze. Hao Zhengguang had already approached him. Without using any force at all, he raised his head and smashed it down hard, making a "head-on collision". The guy who was hit went black, staggered, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Watching the big hands being broken one by one, Yu Guocheng completely lost his previous smug look. His face was as pale as paper and his lips were trembling slightly. Seeing Hao Zhengguang running towards him, he subconsciously lowered his head to avoid his gaze.
Walking closer, Hao Zhengguang picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground and waved it in front of Ding Zhen: "As a chef, you can't even hold a kitchen knife steadily. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Watch carefully, how do you use this thing?"
After he finished speaking, he pinched one of Yu Guocheng's wrists and pressed it on the table. He then took a cucumber, cut it into four pieces, and placed them on his fingertips. With his other hand, he swung a kitchen knife and started chopping.
Hao Zhengguang controlled the depth and force of the knife very precisely. Each cut went into the cucumber and stopped abruptly when the blade was about to touch the skin of his fingers.
Cuts covered the cucumber between his fingers, from nails to bases, but Yu Guocheng's fingers remained intact. His face was an unrecognizable color, sometimes white, sometimes red, sometimes yellow, sometimes black. He was so frightened he changed like a chameleon, not daring to move a single muscle except for his hands. His entire body was trembling.
Seeing that the cutting was finally finished, Yu Guocheng finally relaxed a little. Before he could even breathe out, Hao Zhengguang suddenly increased the force on the last cut. The tip of the knife quickly cut through the flesh at the base of his finger, leaving a blood mark.
It was just a tiny sting like a needle prick, but it scared Yu Guocheng so much that his breathing became disordered. He opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out of his throat because of excessive tension.
Putting down the kitchen knife, Hao Zhengguang looked at Yu Guocheng, whose face was covered in sweat. He leaned over to his ear and said in a deep voice, "This matter ends here. Tell that woman to come back and settle things with Ding Zhen. Divide the savings and property accordingly.
I'll only give you half a month. If you haven't solved it in half a month, I will find you no matter where you are!"
As he spoke, he picked up the mediation document and tore it into pieces one by one: "I know how to exploit legal loopholes better than you do. You can make Ding Zhen suffer in silence and be imprisoned unjustly, and I can also make you disappear from the world completely!
Do you understand?"
While speaking, Hao Zhengguang had been playing with the kitchen knife. The heavy knife was like a toy in his hand. He turned it around and threw it up and down with ease. Coupled with the dull sound, the sense of oppression it brought was extremely strong!
Yu Guocheng was completely stunned. He nodded his head dumbly, his words barely coherent: "I understand... I understand... Tomorrow... No, no... In the afternoon... In the afternoon... We will divide the property... and make a... decision..."
Hearing this, Hao Zhengguang nodded in satisfaction, stuffed the kitchen knife back into Ding Zhen's hand, and wrote down his phone number on the paper at the front desk: "Be a man, be a man. You're still as old as a tiger, don't be a coward like a rabbit! If you have any more questions, call this number!"
After saying that, Hao Zhengguang turned around and walked to the door, straightened his clothes, then pulled up the rolling door and quickly ran back to the car.
His clothes were easy to tidy up, but the wound on his face couldn't be concealed. An Jing knew exactly what he had done. She took out anti-inflammatory water and band-aids from the car and helped him treat the wound while saying, "Those who know you think you're a gangster, but those who don't think you're a policeman. You actually do things like helping others when you see injustice!"
Hao Zhengguang grinned: "Everyone has a heroic dream in their heart. I just think that guy is too pitiful. This can be regarded as a good deed for our eldest son, hahahaha..."
An Jing rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's Ding Zhen's experience that resonates with you, reminding you of your past grudges with Li Huanhuan. Actually, I've always been curious. Putting aside all that mess, who's prettier, me or Li Huanhuan?"
This question made Hao Zhengguang jump with fear, and his smile froze on his face. He glanced at An Jing quietly and asked tentatively, "How did you know about my previous affairs...? Was it Sister Yu'er? Or Ajie?
Well... you're beautiful, of course you're beautiful! It must be you! It has to be you! ..."
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