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The air on the ice rink seemed to freeze the moment Gu Zheng turned around.

Seeing Gu Zheng approaching alone, the thugs weren't afraid at all; instead, they felt challenged. The guy in bell-bottoms was especially arrogant, spitting and giving a wink to his two accomplices.

"Dude, this bastard's asking for it!"

"Go! Let him know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

Three flashy, self-important hooligans roared and pounced from three directions simultaneously, their fists whistling as they aimed straight for Gu Zheng's face and ribs.

A gasp rippled through the crowd, and some of the more timid ones covered their eyes.

Ye Zhen's heart jumped into her throat, and she subconsciously clenched her fists.

However, Gu Zheng didn't move at all, standing still like a pine tree rooted under the ice.

Just as the first person's fist was about to reach his face, he moved!

So fast it was like a blur!

He turned to the side, his right arm like an iron whip to block, and his left elbow flashed upwards, striking the opponent's stomach!

"vomit!"

The man couldn't even scream. He flew backward like a boiled shrimp, his body arched, and slid a long way on the ice, where he curled up and dry heaved.

Almost at the same time, the second troublemaker who attacked from the side saw a long leg in military pants sweep hard across his shin with a whistling sound as it tore through the air!

A sharp, chilling sound rang out.

"Aww!"

A pig-like scream echoed across the ice rink. The man clutched his leg and collapsed, writhing in pain on the ground.

The third man had just rushed forward and hadn't even thrown a punch when a large, iron-like hand grabbed his wrist. He was startled and tried to pull away, but found that the other man's hand was as if it were welded shut.

Gu Zheng didn't even look at him, and twisted his wrist in the opposite direction!

"Aaaaaah—my hand!"

The man's arm was twisted, and the excruciating pain caused him to instantly kneel on the ground, cold sweat pouring out in his face.

The entire process, from the moment the three pounced on the three men to the moment they fell to the ground, took no more than three seconds.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless! Not a single unnecessary movement.

The ice rink fell silent instantly.

The remaining thugs who had been making a ruckus around "bell-bottoms" were all stunned by this swift and decisive action. Their faces turned pale, and they instinctively took two steps back, no longer daring to step forward.

Ye Zhen stared blankly at that back view; those broad shoulders seemed to contain a world-destroying power. This was Gu Zheng, the man who would act spoiled, act coquettishly, and grimace over a piece of sour candied hawthorn in front of her.

It turns out that his other side is so...heart-stopping.

"Get the fuck out of my way!"

A hoarse but powerful shout rang out. The thugs, as if granted a pardon, quickly made way for him.

A short man, wearing a black wool coat and sporting a buzz cut, pushed through the crowd and stepped out. He was about thirty years old, with slightly bulging temples and a very steady gait, clearly a true martial arts expert.

He was the real leader of this gang of troublemakers, known as "Pao Ye" (Master Pao).

Ignoring his men rolling on the ground, Pao Ye's piercing eyes were fixed on Gu Zheng. He said in a deep voice, "Military grappling techniques? What, soldiers overstepping their bounds? Want to practice at some kind of 'Sea of ​​Deception'?"

Among the onlookers, those who recognized Master Pao gasped in shock. This man was practically invincible in the Nine City Walls; how dare someone mess with his men on his turf today?

Gu Zheng moved his wrist, which he had just twisted, and the knuckles made a crisp "crack" sound.

"It wasn't a training session." His tone was calm, yet carried an arrogant air of looking down on all living beings. "It was a one-sided beating."

He raised his chin and pointed to the dozen or so terrified thugs opposite him, as well as the solemn-faced Pao Ye.

"All of you, come at me together."

"I'm in a hurry, my wife is waiting to eat roasted sweet potatoes."

"!!!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience!

mad! So crazy!

Pao Ye's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He'd been in the Shichahai area for ten years; everyone addressed him respectfully as "Master." When had he ever been treated like this?

"Back off!" Boss Pao shoved aside his underlings who tried to rush forward, his eyes filled with malice. "This is a tough one; I'll handle it!"

Before he finished speaking, Pao Ye pushed off with his feet and charged towards Gu Zheng like a cannonball.

Gu Zheng did not dodge.

Just as Pao Ye got close, he suddenly lunged forward, his shoulder slamming into him like a moving mountain.

"Bang!"

Two powerful bodies clashed on the ice, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Pao Ye felt as if he had crashed into a tank. His chest heaved with blood and qi, and he barely managed to steady himself by carving two deep white marks on the ice with his ice skates.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Pao Ye's eyes changed, his contempt vanished, and he shifted his footwork, beginning to move and engage in close combat.

Gu Zheng, however, gave him no chance to catch his breath.

His attacks were wide and powerful, each move a deadly strike. Straight punches, hooks, knee strikes—every blow whistled through the air, forcing Master Pao to defend himself in a sorry state.

The onlookers were stunned.

They only saw two afterimages entangled on the ice, with ice chips flying everywhere.

Suddenly, a young man from a military compound, wearing an officer's overcoat, stared wide-eyed in terror and cried out:

"Gu Zheng?! That's Gu Zheng! The madman Gu!"

That shout was even more lethal than the screams from before.

"Who? Madman Gu?"

"Holy crap! It really is that troublemaker from the Gu family!"

When Pao Ye, who was focused on parrying, heard the words "Gu the Madman," his heart skipped a beat, and his movements slowed down.

In Beijing's elite circles, who doesn't know the name of the Gu family's heir? He's a truly reckless individual!

In the instant he was distracted, Gu Zheng seized the opportunity.

"Distracted?"

Gu Zheng smiled coldly and kicked out with his right foot, hitting Pao Ye squarely in the chest at the Tanzhong acupoint.

"puff!"

Pao Ye was sent flying backwards, sliding seven or eight meters on the ice before finally coming to a stop after crashing heavily into the railing.

He clutched his chest, nearly choking on his breath, his face ashen.

The outcome is decided.

Gu Zheng did not give chase, but simply stood there, straightening his slightly disheveled collar.

Pao Ye struggled to his feet, looking disheveled but still retaining his dignity.

He gave a wry smile and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Gu Zheng: "So it's Young Master Gu. I'm not ashamed of my defeat as you have made me lose."

Gu Zheng nodded, turned and walked towards Ye Zhen, pulling her coat back onto her body as it had slipped off, and said calmly, "Put your clothes on properly, don't catch a cold."

Seeing this unequal treatment, Pao Ye felt incredibly bitter.

He took a deep breath, whirled around, and roared at his men, who were trembling like quails, "Who the hell caused this mess? Don't they know this is Young Master Gu? Get the hell out here!"

He's a man of principle. It's true he's less skilled, but to be used as a pawn to provoke the Gu family's heir is simply foolish!

The thugs, their faces bruised and swollen, were so frightened their legs went weak, and they shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

The man in bell-bottoms, clutching his chin which was swollen like a steamed bun, tremblingly raised his hand and pointed to a dark corner behind the crowd.

"It was...it was him! He said that woman was a country bumpkin, and told us to...to teach her a lesson..."

Swish!

Hundreds of eyes instantly followed the direction of the finger.

The crowd parted automatically, revealing Wei Peng, who was hiding at the very back, trying to slip away in the chaos.

Wei Peng was ashen-faced and his legs were shaking, like a rat caught in a spotlight with nowhere to hide.

He never expected Gu Zheng to be so ruthless in a fight! Even the notorious Pao Ye from Shichahai was instantly killed!

Gu Zheng slowly turned around.

The usual nonchalance had vanished from those deep eyes, replaced by a suffocating coldness and violence.

He walked step by step toward Wei Peng.

The military boots made a dull, rhythmic sound as they stepped on the ice.

"Thump."

"Thump."

Every step felt like it was stepping on Wei Peng's heart.

Wei Peng was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly until his back hit the cold barbed wire, leaving him nowhere to go.

"Gu...Gu Zheng, don't do anything rash! You can't..."

Gu Zheng chuckled and reached out to straighten Wei Peng's crooked collar, his gentle movements sending chills down one's spine.

"When you had someone shovel my wife away, didn't you think about that?"

Wei Peng's teeth were chattering: "I...I was just joking..."

"joke?"

Gu Zheng's fingers slowly tightened, making it difficult for Wei Peng to breathe, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

"I don't have a good sense of humor."

Gu Zheng leaned close to his ear, his voice low and tinged with a bloody stench.