chapter 6 Brother Scar man

The other customers eating in the restaurant, seeing Scar Brother about to make a move, were afraid of getting involved and didn't even bother paying their bills. They all hurriedly ran out of the restaurant.
As for the thugs rushing towards him, Han Tang was no longer polite. He quickly activated his XuanTian Method, fists and kicks flying in unison. Soon, cries of pain filled the air. The thugs were sent flying like broken sacks, leaving the tables, chairs, and stools in the restaurant in shambles.
Scar Brother, holding a knife and ready to strike, was dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, all of his men were down.
Before he could react, Han Tang slapped him down to the ground, took the dagger from his hand, and lightly tapped the side of it against his face. He spoke coldly, "Did you just say you wanted leave a few scars on my face?"
Scar Brother instantly lost his earlier arrogance and started yelling in panic, "Cousin, Cousin, save me!"
Seated at Scar Brother's table, a guy with a buzz cut picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He said in an extremely arrogant tone, "You guys are so useless. You can't even handle a delivery boy."
"Cousin, please save me!" Scar Brother had risen to his position today, becoming the local thug in the area, all thanks to his cousin with the buzz cut.
The buzz cut guy said, "Kid, release my cousin, then kneel and apologize. I'll spare you."
Han Tang looked at him and said, "Alright, since you've laid down the conditions, I'll do the same. Kneel and apologize to me, and I'll spare you."
"Kid, don't think you're so impressive with a couple of moves. In reality, you're far from it. Today, I'll show you what real kung Fu looks like."
After saying this, the buzz cut guy tapped the table with his toe, leapt into the air, and performed a magnificent 360-degree spin kick. His right leg whistled towards Han Tang's head.
The move seemed incredibly flashy, and Usan Le was so frightened her mouth hung open. Her heart raced, worried for Han Tang.
Han Tang, unimpressed by the showy move, snorted. He kicked the buzz cut guy in the abdomen, and he flew back at a speed ten times faster than when he came. With a bang, he slammed into the wall, then fell to the ground. After struggling a few times, he couldn't get up.
Ignoring the buzz cut guy, Han Tang turned to Scar Brother on the ground and said, "Kid, I'll give you two choices. Either kneel and apologize, or I'll give you another scar on your face. I suggest you choose the second option. After all, you already have one scar, so what does having another mean to you?"
Scar Brother was completely panicked. His cousin with the buzz cut had fallen, and he had lost his last support.
"I choose the first one. I'll kneel and apologize. Spare me, please." Scar Brother began to kneel fervently on the ground.
Seeing Scar Brother and his men all kneeling and apologizing, Han Tang walked over to the buzz cut guy. "And what about you? Which option will you choose?"
"I'm from HanWei Martial Club. If you dare lay a finger on me, you'll die a gruesome death." The buzz cut guy retorted.
"I didn't ask who you are. I asked which option you'll choose." Han Tang held the dagger up.
"Release me quickly, or else..." The buzz cut guy wanted to say a few threatening words, but the dagger was already pressing against his face. The chilling sensation made him shiver.
"Alright, I'll help you decide. Let's go with the second option." Han Tang said, and with a swift motion, the dagger was about to strike. The buzz cut guy screamed, "No, I haven't even gotten married yet! I choose the first option!"
In the end, the buzz cut guy also knelt down, kneeling and apologizing. Han Tang snorted, "Get lost. Don't let me see you again."
Scar Brother and his gang scattered like they'd received an amnesty, scrambling out of the restaurant.
Usan Le planted a kiss on Han Tang's cheek and exclaimed excitedly, "I'm so in love with you! You're my idol! How did you do it?"
"What do you mean 'how did I do it'? I just took care of a few thugs," Han Tang casually replied, rubbing his kissed cheek. The surprise had come too suddenly; he wasn't prepared, and now he had let this girl take advantage of him.
"You weren’t this powerful before were you?" Usan Le asked.
"I used to keep a low profile," Han Tang replied.
"Tsk!" Usan Le rolled her eyes at Han Tang, but there was a fondness in her eyes. She then asked, "Han Tang, if those hooligans didn't apologize, would you really have disfigured them?"
"Of course not. Disfiguring someone is illegal. I'm not that foolish. I haven't even married yet, and I'm not about to send myself to jail. But I'm a doctor. At least a hundred methods can make their lives worse than death, and the police won't be able to find out," Han Tang explained.
"Han Tang, you rascal, what have you done? Are you crazy? You actually got into a fight with a customer!" Suddenly, Fatty Zhou appeared behind Han Tang.
Earlier, Stan Zhang had come upstairs to inform him that Han Tang was fighting with a customer downstairs. He was quite pleased. It would be great if Han Tang got a beating from the customer, and then he could take the opportunity to fire him. That was what he wanted most.
He didn't expect Han Tang to come out unscathed, but the restaurant was in a mess, and many customers had run off without paying. With the boss here, he would bear responsibility.
"Manager, it's not what you have seen..." Usan Le came over to explain to Fatty Zhou but was rudely interrupted.
"You don't need to explain. Both of you are fired!" Fatty Zhou declared.
Han Tang stepped forward and said, "As a manager, shouldn't you find out what happened before firing an employee? I was defending myself. Should I have just stood there and let the thug stab me with a knife instead?"
Fatty Zhou grumbled, "Do I need you to teach me how to be a manager? I knew from the start that you were just a restaurant worker. Now, you've fought with a customer, causing massive losses to the restaurant."
Han Tang was truly furious. He had been extremely patient with Fatty Zhou all this time, just to earn enough money to pay his tuition. He never expected to be fired in the end. This was his bottom line, and it had been breached. Han Tang’s rage roared.
But Fatty Zhou's understanding of Han Tang was limited to a bottle being knocked over. He had no idea of the situation in front of him and continued to shout arrogantly, "You little rascal, not only am I firing you, but I'm also going to report you to your school. Let the school expel you..."
Before Fatty Zhou could finish shouting, he suddenly saw stars in front of him. His nose stung fiercely, and blood gushed out.
Han Tang pressed Fatty Zhou underfoot, landing punch after punch on his greasy face.
"This punch is for the girls you've harmed..."
"This punch is for the employees you've bullied..."
"This punch is because you unfairly withheld my wages..."
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Han Tang's pent-up anger finally erupted. However, he didn't exert all of his force; it was all purely brute strength. Otherwise, one punch would have turned Fatty Zhou's head into a smashed watermelon.
The employees around had often suffered from Fatty Zhou's bullying and secretly cheered as they watched him being beaten. Not a single person stepped forward to stop it.
Stan Zhang wanted to intervene but didn't dare to approach. He called out from a distance, "Han Tang, how can you hit the manager? Stop it."
Han Tang glared at him, scaring him into hiding in the corner.
After a while, Fatty Zhou's head really did resemble that of a pig. Even his mother wouldn't recognize him now.
Han Tang was thoroughly enjoying himself. Just as he was about to continue, someone behind him shouted, "Stop!"
Han Tang turned around to see the restaurant's boss, York Li. Since the boss had arrived, he couldn't continue the fight. He released Fatty Zhou.
"Boss, save me!" Fatty Zhou finally saw his saviour and crawled over, clutching York Li’s legs, crying miserably.
York Li looked at the pig's head beneath his feet, hesitating as he asked, "You're Fatty Zhou?"
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