Chapter 139: The Human Egg Beater
Chapter 139: The Human Egg Beater
Wei Dazhuang grew furious. He roared and charged toward the wall of suit-clad thugs blocking his path. But before he could strike anyone with his rubber baton, a young man even more arrogant than him raised a leg and kicked him hard in the stomach. Wei Dazhuang crumpled to his knees with a thud. The rubber baton fell to the ground, and he clutched his stomach with both hands, gasping for air.
An instant defeat.
Their fighting power was simply incomparable.
The dozen or so security guards were stunned and too afraid to step forward.
After all, they were just security guards trying to make a living, with families to support. They couldn’t possibly compare to professional suit-clad thugs.
Thump!
Almost at the same moment Wei Dazhuang fell to his knees, the suit-clad thug who had kicked Li Zian heavily crashed to the ground. He curled up like a shrimp, clutching the area between his legs with both hands, howling in agony.
The nail that sticks out gets hammered.
Li Zian used only one punch. It was also an instant defeat.
Could any bird withstand a fist infused with Zhenqi?
That punch wasn’t just for flesh-and-blood birds—even a stone-carved rooster would have been shattered, eggs and all.
Just moments ago, Yu Meilin had seen someone kick toward Li Zian. Her mouth fell open, but before she could scream “Be careful!” the man was already on the ground. Her scream froze on her lips, forming a perfect “O.”
The remaining dozen suit-clad thugs hesitated for a moment. The person they were supposed to beat up didn’t look like a fighter from any angle—especially that face. Nine out of ten men would want to slap it. Who allowed him to be so handsome? Yet this very man, who seemed like a gigolo, had taken down a strong man with one punch. Was there some mistake? Or did the director hold the script upside down?
Li Zian walked toward Ge Jun.
Ge Jun immediately panicked and yelled, “Get him!”
The dozen suit-clad thugs rushed forward all at once, and Li Zian was quickly surrounded by the crowd.
“Zian!” Yu Meilin finally screamed. She broke free from Kun Li’s grip and threw herself desperately toward Li Zian, who was now in the middle of the chaos.
Women are fragile, but sometimes the courage they show can surpass even that of men. When a woman displays such bravery, it’s often because her child or her man is in danger.
But before Yu Meilin could reach Li Zian’s side, Kun Li wrapped her arms around her waist.
Yu Meilin shouted angrily, “Let me go!”
But Kun Li didn’t release her. “You’ll only get in his way if you go over there!”
In the time it took the two women to exchange those words, a series of dull thuds echoed as several suit-clad thugs fell to the ground. Without exception, they all curled up like shrimp, clutching their crotches and howling.
Yu Meilin fell silent again. In her line of sight, Li Zian—who had just been surrounded—turned sideways and threw a hook punch. Instead of aiming for the chin or chest, his fist followed a bizarre trajectory and struck a suit-clad thug right between the legs.
Thwack!
With the sound of a blunt object hitting flesh, the suit-clad thug crashed heavily to the ground. He clutched his crotch, his mouth gaping wide. It took at least three seconds before he let out a cry: “Awooo—”
This wasn’t the howl of a wild wolf.
It was the sound of shattered eggs.
Li Zian practiced Branch-Breaking Boxing. But who said he only knew how to break fingers? His fists were even more effective than any egg beater when it came to smashing “eggs.”
With a bit of Zhenqi, moderate force, and the strength of five knuckles, one punch was enough to make a small bowl of egg drop soup.
He really didn’t dare use his full strength. If he did, one punch wouldn’t produce egg drop soup—it would make an egg pancake.
Suddenly, a suit-clad thug grabbed Li Zian from behind, locking his hands tightly.
The other suit-clad thugs finally saw their chance to strike back. Not wanting to miss it, they surged forward without needing any signal. They threw punches and kicks, raining blows all over Li Zian’s body.
In the blink of an eye, Li Zian took several punches to the face and multiple kicks to the body.
“Zian!” Yu Meilin screamed again, frantically struggling and shoving Kun Li.
Kun Li held onto her tightly, refusing to let go no matter how hard she fought.
At that moment, Li Zian leaned his head forward, then abruptly snapped it backward.
Crunch!
The suit-clad thug holding him from behind screamed in agony as his nose bridge shattered. Blood gushed out as if from a turned-on faucet. His hands could no longer hold onto Li Zian. But before he could even cover his nose, Li Zian hooked his right foot backward, driving his heel hard into the man’s “eggs.”
“Awooo—”
Another shrimp writhed on the ground.
Without a moment’s pause, after taking down the thug who had been holding him, Li Zian immediately charged toward the ones who had been hitting him.
Thud, thud, thud…
In an instant, several more “shrimp” lay on the ground, their wild wolf howls rising and falling.
Li Zian had struggled a bit when fighting Huang Bo, and losing to him was understandable. But that was Huang Bo—an enigmatic old scoundrel who left no traces even after killing. How could these mere thugs compare?
Yu Jiahao coughed once, and over a dozen thugs rushed at Li Zian. Before he could even clear the phlegm from his throat, the fight was over. More than a dozen thugs lay defeated, yet Li Zian still stood. Though he had a few footprints on his clothes, a slightly swollen cheek, and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, the price he paid was insignificant compared to the groaning thugs on the ground!
But what he didn’t know was that even those minor injuries were deliberately left by Li Zian for the police who would arrive shortly. If Yu Meilin hadn’t called the police, would he have let those suit-clad thugs hit his face?
Yu Jiahao and Ge Jun were utterly dumbfounded.
Why was this gigolo so skilled at fighting?
You’re clearly a gigolo—why practice such impressive martial arts?
You could easily rely on your face to make a living, so why the hell rely on your fists instead?
The remaining seven or eight suit-clad thugs blocking the security guards were also stunned. Just moments ago, they had thought their comrades would beat that gigolo beyond recognition in under two minutes. In fact, they were right about the timing—from the start of the brawl to its end, it hadn’t even taken two minutes. They just hadn’t guessed that it would be their own people lying on the ground.
They just couldn’t understand—why would a gigolo train so hard?
For better positions?
For stronger core strength?
It didn’t make sense!
Li Zian remained standing, but no one dared approach him now.
At that moment, Ma Chuan, who was lying on the ground, quietly picked up the rubber baton Wei Dazhuang had dropped and swung it at his own head.
The sound of the rubber baton hitting someone was faint, and no one was paying attention to such a minor character. Everyone was staring wide-eyed at Li Zian, and no one noticed his act of self-harm.
With one strike, blood immediately streamed down from his forehead. Gritting his teeth, Ma Chuan hit his own head again with the baton. This time, his face was covered in blood.
Li Zian was the only one who saw it.
“Wow, no need to be so harsh, right?” Li Zian felt a surge of respect.
He knew what Ma Chuan was doing.
If Ma Chuan had only suffered a few slaps, even if the police arrested the perpetrators, as long as the hospital examination showed no serious injuries, the police would likely just mediate. If Ma Chuan refused mediation, the police might detain the attackers for a few days at most. That kind of punishment would be nothing to those suit-clad thugs—they wouldn’t care at all. But by picking up the baton and striking his own head twice, Ma Chuan changed the game entirely.
Ma Chuan curled up on the ground again, hiding the rubber baton he had used for self-harm beneath his body.
Perfect.
Li Zian shifted his gaze and walked toward Ge Jun.
Ge Jun immediately grew nervous. Backing away, he stammered, “Wh-what do you want?”
A cold smile appeared on Li Zian’s lips. “Cousin Sister, your men are useless. They ended up beating themselves while trying to hit me. I think you should take matters into your own hands. If you hit me yourself, wouldn’t that be more satisfying?”
Ge Jun waved his hands frantically. “No, no, no! Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll call for help!”
Li Zian’s expression suddenly turned icy. “Call your damn mother!”
He charged forward abruptly and swung a slap at Ge Jun’s face.
Ge Jun instinctively raised his arms to block, but Li Zian’s hand suddenly changed direction. The horizontal slap transformed into a fist, curving downward and landing with brutal force right between Ge Jun’s legs.
Thump!
Ge Jun’s mouth flew open, but no sound came out. His legs buckled uncontrollably, and he sank toward the ground, both hands clutching the crotch of his tight pants.
Two seconds later, a sound finally escaped his lips: “Awooo…”
But before he could fully crouch down, Li Zian grabbed his hair and yanked him upright. “You want to hit me? A thing like you, neither man nor woman, isn’t fit to try! You’ve really disgusted me!”
Ge Jun covered his “eggs” with one hand while using the other to claw at the iron-like grip on his hair. Stuck in an awkward position, the pain brought tears to his eyes.
Yu Jiahao coughed again.
The remaining seven or eight thugs exchanged glances, but none dared step forward.
Who the hell would dare?
That was the King of Soft Rice—a true tough gigolo!
“Ahem!” Yu Jiahao coughed heavily once more.
The seven or eight thugs finally moved.
After all, he was their paymaster. If they chickened out now, they’d lose their jobs.
Li Zian suddenly turned his head and bellowed, “Whoever steps forward, I’ll make sure they never get hard again!”
The thugs froze in unison. The timid ones even trembled, instinctively covering their crotches.
If the King of Soft Rice punched their faces, stomachs, or chests, it wouldn’t matter much. But the King of Soft Rice only went for their “eggs,” targeting their “birds.” That was true intimidation. What would be the point of earning more money if they couldn’t get hard for the rest of their lives?
“Yu Jiahao, don’t be in such a hurry. You’re next,” Li Zian said coldly.
Yu Jiahao’s face instantly turned pale.
He was burning with rage—no one had ever dared threaten him like that.
He was also furious. He had brought so many carefully selected “experts,” yet they still couldn’t subdue that gigolo!
But even though he wished he could eat Li Zian’s flesh and drink his blood, he didn’t dare show even a hint of anger in front of Li Zian.
If the gigolo dared hit even Ge Jun, why wouldn’t he dare hit him?
Li Zian turned back and said lightly, “Cousin Sister, since you have no use for that ‘bird’ of yours, why don’t I perform a free surgery for you? I’ll take care of it, so you won’t have to go to Thailand for the procedure. How does that sound?”
“No, no, no…” Ge Jun began to cry for real. “Brother-in-law, we… we’re family… Please calm down. I admit I was wrong, alright?”
Li Zian clenched his fist. Veins bulged on his knuckles, and they cracked audibly.
Ge Jun’s legs trembled uncontrollably. “Brother-in-law, please… you can’t hit me again… One more strike and it’ll really be ruined… Meilin, please talk to your husband! I’m begging you, hurry!”
But Yu Meilin was still in a daze.
One question kept repeating in her mind:
Why didn’t I know my husband could fight like this?
Li Zian suddenly unclenched his fist, turning it into a palm, and slapped Ge Jun hard across the face.
The sound was sharp and loud, like a firecracker going off.
Ge Jun’s cheek swelled up instantly.
The slap stunned him. Stars swam before his eyes, and his mind went blank.
Li Zian scolded, “You don’t even know how to beg properly. Kneel!”
Perhaps out of fear, or maybe because the pain below was too intense, Ge Jun’s legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees with a thud. He burst into tears, sobbing, “Brother-in-law, please don’t hit me anymore… Waaah…”
Li Zian had intended to slap him again, but seeing the pathetic state Ge Jun was in, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Yu Jiahao lowered his head and began walking toward the main entrance.
Suddenly, Li Zian’s voice rang out from behind him: “Yu Jiahao, are you trying to leave just like that?”