I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

Inside a private room on the second floor of the hotel.

Smoke swirled, and the air reeked of alcohol.

The two round tables were in a mess, and each was occupied by about a dozen burly men with ruddy complexions.

The sounds of drinking games, clinking glasses, and vulgar laughter and curses rose and fell.

At the head of the table, a bald man wearing a black tight-fitting polo shirt and a gold chain as thick as a little finger around his neck was raising a wine glass and boasting about the demolition task he had just completed, with spittle flying everywhere.

"Brothers! That was a great job! That whole old, run-down neighborhood, three days! Just three days! We took it all down!"

His name is Sun Dahu, and he is the woman's husband, the deputy general manager of a demolition company.

"Mr. Sun is awesome!"

"Following Boss Sun, you'll live a life of luxury!"

His subordinates raised their glasses in agreement.

Just then, Sun Dahu's phone, which was on the table, vibrated.

He frowned, glanced at it impatiently, and saw that it was his wife's number.

"Damn it, can't even eat in peace!" he cursed as he answered, "Feed? What's up?"

A sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

The drunkenness and impatience on Sun Dahu's face quickly subsided.

Instead, it was a deep, iron-blue color.

"What?!" He jumped to his feet, the chair legs scraping loudly on the floor. "You got beaten up? Where? The third-floor restaurant? Wait here!"

He slammed the phone down and slammed his glass on the table!

"Snapped!"

The wine glass shattered, and the wine splashed everywhere.

The previously noisy private room instantly fell silent.

All his men looked at Sun Dahu, whose face was ashen.

"Mr. Sun, what's wrong?" a trusted confidant with a scar on his face asked cautiously.

Sun Dahu's gaze swept over the crowd with a sinister look, and he squeezed out a cold voice through clenched teeth.

"My wife was beaten up in the buffet restaurant on the third floor."

His words were immediately replaced by an angry uproar.

"Who the hell has the guts to do this?!"

"Dare to touch your sister-in-law? You've got a death wish!"

"Mr. Sun, let's get him!"

Sun Dahu glanced at his excited subordinates, a fierce glint in his eyes, and suddenly waved his hand.

"Grab your weapons! Come with me!"

After saying that, he pushed his chair back and strode out of the private room.

Behind him, the two men at the table didn't hesitate at all. They grabbed the leftover beer bottles and liquor bottles on the table, some even picked up heavy glass ashtrays, and a few others pulled out folding knives they were carrying.

A group of people followed Sun Dahu in a loud clatter, surging aggressively toward the stairs.

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The third-floor buffet restaurant.

The woman had just hung up the phone

The manager was sweating profusely with anxiety.

He instructed the staff around him to call the police immediately, while simultaneously using his walkie-talkie to urgently notify the duty manager and security supervisor. He also took out his phone and dialed the hotel's general manager.

"Hey? Mr. Wang, something bad has happened! There's a conflict between customers in the buffet restaurant on the third floor. One side has called for backup, and it might start a fight! I've already asked the police to call, and security should be on their way."

Inside the restaurant, as soon as the woman made a phone call for help, the surrounding diners left their seats and hid in a distant corner.

They stood at a distance, looking at the area where Luo Fei and his group were with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

Luo Fei handed Xiao Hu, who had stopped crying but was still sobbing, to Wang Xue.

Wang Xue hugged her son tightly, her face pale, her eyes still filled with lingering anger and worry.

"Third brother, what do we do now?" Zhang Zhigang asked in a low voice, his fists clenched and his muscles tense.

Although Zhao Zixuan's expression was also solemn, he remained relatively calm. He glanced at the woman who was covering her face and staring at them with resentment, then looked at the area that was being cleared away quickly and the onlookers pointing and whispering in the distance.

"They called for backup, and they sounded like they had a lot of influence. There are only a few of us, including my child and sister-in-law." He quickly analyzed, "It's unwise to confront them head-on; it's best to wait for security and the police to arrive."

Luo Fei remained silent.

He tilted his ear slightly.

I heard chaotic footsteps and a violent clamor coming from the direction of the third-floor entrance staircase.

coming.

Moreover, there are quite a few people.

His gaze swept over the woman sitting in the chair, a smug and vicious smile on her face.

He glanced at his brother beside him, who was nervous but not backing down, and his sister-in-law, who was holding the child tightly.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant.

Soon, a commotion arose at the entrance of the restaurant on the third floor.

"Get out of the way! All of you, get the fuck out of the way!"

"Get out of my way! What are you looking at!"

Amidst harsh shouts, a group of burly men, wielding bottles and with unfriendly expressions, surrounded the bald, gold-chained Sun Dahu and stormed into the restaurant.

There were more than twenty of them, all of them burly and dressed casually, some even slovenly. Many of them reeked of alcohol, had fierce eyes, and the empty bottles and folding knives in their hands reflected a cold glint under the light.

Sun Dahu, who was in charge, immediately spotted his wife sitting in a chair, her cheeks red and swollen, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Wife!" he shouted and rushed over.

"Husband! You're finally here!" Seeing her backer, the woman cried even louder, pointing to her face and pants, "Look! Look what they've done to me! My new pants are ruined! And my legs, they hit them with plates, it hurts so much!"

"Dad, they're hitting Mom! Tell someone to kill them!"

The unruly child standing on the chair, seeing his father arrive with a group of people, also shouted.

Seeing the slap mark on his wife's face and her disheveled appearance, Sun Dahu's eyes instantly blazed with rage!

He told his wife and child to step aside.

He turned around abruptly, his fierce gaze sweeping over Luo Fei and the others.

When he saw that there were only three men on the other side, he became even bolder and his anger intensified.

"It was you bunch of bastards who dared to lay a hand on my wife?!"

His voice was filled with violence as he took a few steps closer.

Behind him, the dozen or so men holding bottles of liquor immediately dispersed, forming a semi-encirclement that surrounded Luo Fei and his companions in a corner near the table.

They tapped the wine bottles on their palms or the edge of the table, intentionally or unintentionally, making a sound that carried a threatening connotation.

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd of onlookers in the distance, and many shrank back, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The restaurant manager, accompanied by two security guards who had just arrived, stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, their faces pale, wanting to go forward but not daring to.

Seeing that the other side outnumbered them and was armed, the security guards looked intimidated and only symbolically shouted, "Everyone, calm down! Don't fight! We've already called the police!"

Sun Dahu completely ignored the manager and security guards.

He stared at Luo Fei, then glanced at the burly Zhang Zhigang and the flamboyant Zhao Zixuan, and grinned maliciously.

"Dare to hit my woman, Sun Dahu's woman, in Lin'an?"

He stretched his neck, making a soft "crack" sound.

"If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, none of you will leave this world alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so henchmen around him stepped forward at the same time, raising their weapons higher and locking their eyes on Luo Fei and his two companions with hostility.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Conflict is imminent.