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

He was facing a dozen or so burly men with unfriendly expressions who were closing in on him.

Luo Fei remained calm, as if what he was seeing was not a tense conflict, but just a noisy party.

He turned to Wang Xue, who was holding Xiao Hu and whose face was a little pale, and whispered, "Sister-in-law, take the child and sit in the innermost seat. Don't come out, and don't let the child see."

Looking into his calm eyes, Wang Xue's panic subsided somewhat. She nodded, hugged Xiao Hu who was tightly clinging to her neck, and retreated to the innermost part of the women's table, using her body to protect the child.

Luo Fei then turned his gaze to his side.

Zhang Zhigang and Zhao Zixuan had already stood next to him.

Surprisingly, neither of them showed any fear.

Zhang Zhigang made no attempt to hide his anger and eagerness. His burly body leaned forward slightly, his fists clenched, and his eyes were fixed on the bald leader, Sun Dahu, ready to be the first to knock him down.

Zhao Zixuan put away his usual carefree smile, his eyes sharpened, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

He was relaxed, with a stable center of gravity, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his fingers slightly bent, clearly assessing the situation and his opponent's weaknesses quickly.

Seeing his two roommates' posture, a distant image flashed through Luo Fei's mind.

Second semester of freshman year.

It was also because of conflict.

The fourth student, Zhao Zixuan, got into a fight with a senior student from the student council because of a girl.

The two parties agreed to "resolve the issue" on the playground after lights out at night.

The other side sent eight people.

There are only four people in their dormitory.

There was no moonlight that night.

When the two sides met, they exchanged a series of friendly greetings reminiscent of the "Zu'an" dialect.

The eldest brother couldn't stand the dawdling anymore, so he was the first to rush forward and smashed into the two people opposite him like a tank.

The fourth brother had practiced free fighting since childhood, and was agile enough to hold off three opponents.

At that time, Luo Fei, who only knew a few basic punches, and the weak second brother were just extras. They looked after each other and barely managed to hold off the other two.

Fists and kicks exchanged, accompanied by muffled groans and angry curses.

Without weapons, they relied entirely on their physical strength and their indomitable spirit.

In the end, four of the eight opponents fell down, and the other four, along with the four opponents, were all injured, but they were still standing.

The senior student opposite didn't want things to escalate and get punished by the school.

So the fourth brother paid a large sum of money for medical expenses on the spot, and the matter was considered settled.

Since then, the bond between the students in dormitory 308 has become even stronger, like an unbreakable ironclad unit.

Now, he faces opponents who are more numerous, fiercer, and wielding bottles of alcohol than in college.

The eyes of the eldest and fourth brothers did not flicker with fear, but with a familiar fighting spirit and trust.

They trust each other, just like they did back then.

Luo Fei felt a warmth in his heart.

But things are different now.

The other side had a large number of people, were carrying hard objects, and had children and female relatives present.

Even if you win by fighting head-on, it will inevitably affect your family and the situation will completely spiral out of control.

This is not a university sports field, but a public place.

In a flash, he made his decision.

Just as Zhang Zhigang let out a low roar, unable to resist rushing out first, Zhao Zixuan also slightly bent his body, ready to fight.

Luo Fei's left hand, like an iron gate, was firmly positioned in front of the two of them.

Zhang Zhigang's momentum was gently halted.

Zhao Zixuan also turned to look at Luo Fei in surprise.

"Tomorrow is the second son's wedding."

"If we start now, win or lose, what if we get hurt? How can we attend the wedding if we're injured?"

"What if things get out of hand and we end up in jail, which will ruin tomorrow's business? What will the second brother say then?"

What he was really thinking was that he was afraid he might accidentally make a mess and cause blood to spill, forcing the hotel to close and affecting his second son's wedding the next day.

His words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Zhang Zhigang's anger.

Zhao Zixuan frowned as well, clearly having considered this as well.

Yes, tomorrow is the second child's big day.

They came to attend a wedding and have a good time, not to fight and end up in the police station.

"But..." Zhang Zhigang looked at the arrogant bald man and the bottles opposite him, still unwilling to give up.

"Leave it to me," Luo Fei said, uttering only three words.

He withdrew his hand from the leader's and took two steps forward himself.

He was only three or four meters away from Sun Dahu.

His gaze passed over the thugs who had already raised their bottles and were about to pounce on him, and landed directly on the face of Sun Dahu, the leader.

Zhang Zhigang and Zhao Zixuan exchanged a glance. Although they didn't understand what Luo Fei was going to do, they still did not step forward as instructed. Instead, they tensed their muscles and stared intently at the other side, ready to rush in and provide support at any time.

When Sun Dahu saw that only one person came out, and that the other party was a young man of average build, his sinister smile widened.

"What? Trying to carry this alone? Kid, you've got guts!" He shook the bottle in his hand. "Too late! I'll make you bleed today, you bastard..."

He hadn't finished his harsh words.

Luo Fei moved.

Under the watchful eyes of Sun Dahu and all his men, diners secretly watching from afar, the restaurant manager, and security guards.

Luo Fei slowly reached his right hand towards the left inner pocket of his suit jacket.

This action startled Sun Dahu for a moment, then he sneered.

"Pay up? Now you want to beg for mercy? Let me tell you, it's too late! I..."

His voice stopped abruptly once again.

Because he saw that what Luo Fei took out of his suit was not a wallet or a checkbook.

Instead, it was a completely black pistol with a metallic sheen!

Luo Fei's hands were very steady.

He drew his gun, his arm outstretched, the movement fluid and smooth.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Sun Dahu's forehead.

There were no unnecessary movements or exaggerated gestures.

Just hold it up like that.

But the chilling killing intent and absolute intimidation contained within instantly swept through the entire restaurant!

Sun Dahu's sinister smile froze completely, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The dozen or so men behind him, who had been holding bottles of wine and looking menacing, seemed to have been frozen in place.

The ferocity on everyone's faces was instantly replaced by shock and fear.

Some people even subconsciously loosened their grip on the wine bottle.

In the distance, the diners who had been hiding behind pillars and in corners to peek out burst into gasps and commotion when they saw what Luo Fei was holding!

"gun!"

"He has a gun!"

"Run! Someone's going to die!"

Those who had initially come with the intention of watching the spectacle were now terrified!

No one dared to gamble their life on whether the gun was real or if it would accidentally go off.

The crowd, like startled birds, disregarded everything else, screaming and shoving as they rushed frantically toward the stairwell and elevator entrance, wanting nothing more than to escape this place of trouble as quickly as possible!

The restaurant manager and two security guards were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their legs trembled, and they kept backing away.

Cold sweat poured from Sun Dahu's forehead at a visible speed, trickling down his bald head.

Some of his men behind him were already trembling, and the bottles in their hands fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.

The crisp cracking sound was particularly jarring in the suddenly silent environment.

Luo Fei held up his gun, looking calmly at Sun Dahu. His voice was low, but every word was clear.

"Now, can we speak properly?"