Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

Lin Feng was still clutching half a beer bottle in his hand, the bottle opening jagged and uneven, like a spiked club.

He shouted, "Beat them! Beat them to death!"

After being scolded for so long, the brothers had been holding back their anger for a long time, and now they charged forward like wild horses.

Tiger was closest to the leopard and was the first to be hit.

He was carrying a microphone, which looked like a meteor hammer. As he charged forward, he shouted, "You little leopard, in front of me, the tiger, you're nothing but a dog!"

"Bang……!"

The microphone hit the leopard on the head, causing him to tilt to the side and instantly swell up a large bump on his forehead.

The leopard was truly dumbfounded. It stood there swaying for a moment, like a roly-poly toy, its eyes rolling back, looking like it was about to fall over.

His henchmen behind him then realized what was happening; some rushed forward, while others retreated.

But these twenty brothers didn't give them time to react.

Beer bottles were flying everywhere, like rain.

One of the underlings was hit on the head by three bottles at the same time. He squatted on the ground, holding his head and shouting, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

No one paid him any attention, and two more bottles flew over.

One of the underlings tried to run away, but Tiger kicked him in the lower back, sending him flying. He crashed into the wall and bounced back.

The KTV security guards stopped stopping them a long time ago. It's not that they didn't want to, it's that they simply couldn't.

Beer bottles were flying everywhere, and anyone who went up to them got beaten up. Two security guards were protecting Mommy, who was crouching in a corner. Mommy was covering her head and shouting, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Her voice was hoarse from shouting.

"Run!" the leopard shouted.

He thought to himself: These little bastards have no sportsmanship whatsoever, they didn't even say a word before they started hitting me. And they didn't know how to hold back either.

After being hit twice, he covered his head, bent over, and staggered out.

He was a little dizzy and ran like a drunkard, swaying from side to side, and almost fell several times.

Upon hearing the shout, the underlings scattered like madmen. Some ran while covering their heads, others while covering their arms.

Tiger and his men chased after them, smashing everything in sight.

The two groups fought from the second floor to the first floor, from the first floor to the entrance, and from the entrance to the parking lot.

The leopard had just run to its black Santana and hadn't even opened the door when it was caught up.

Tiger kicked him in the lower back, and Leopard fell face-first into the car door, his face hitting the glass. His nose immediately twisted, and blood flowed down the car door.

Wang Lei caught up, carrying a mop handle he'd picked up from somewhere, and poked the leopard's little secret spot.

The leopard felt a burning pain, and its eyes bulged out.

The group of brothers surrounded Leopard and his henchmen, and started kicking them in circles.

After kicking for about two minutes, Lin Feng, with Huo Shanshan in his arms, walked out of the KTV entrance, stood on the steps, and glanced at them.

Five or six people were lying on the ground. The leopard was lying next to its car, holding its head. Its gold chain was broken and had fallen to the ground.

His body was covered in blood and beer foam from the skid marks, looking like a car accident scene.

Two of the henchmen were knocked unconscious and lay motionless by the flower bed, it was unclear whether they were truly unconscious or faking it.

Lin Feng, seeing that it was about time, shouted:

"Everyone, stop! Stop! Get on the bus and go home!"

The twenty brothers were in the middle of a fierce fight when they heard this shout. They were stunned at first, and then their eyes lit up.

Tiger kicked the leopard in the head one last time, then turned and ran, faster than the leopard itself.

Wang Lei threw down the mop and ran away.

A group of people rushed towards the bus, just like they were rushing to the cafeteria after school.

The bus was parked in a corner of the parking lot, and the driver was sleeping with his seat reclined when he was woken up by the sound of footsteps.

He sat up groggily. The car door had already been opened, and a group of people rushed in, panting heavily, reeking of alcohol, and some with blood on their hands.

The driver was stunned: "We're...we're at the appointed time?"

Lin Feng was the last to get on the bus. He put his arm around Huo Shanshan, settled her in her seat, then walked over to the driver, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a hundred-yuan bill.

"Master, hurry up! Don't stop no matter who shouts."

The driver sobered up immediately upon seeing the money.

The bus was started, put into gear, turned the steering wheel all the way, and floored the accelerator. With a "whoosh," it shot off.

In the rearview mirror, Mommy led a group of security guards out and chased after them, stopping at the entrance of the parking lot.

Mommy stood there, hands on her hips, hair disheveled, one of her high heels missing, standing barefoot on the ground.

He looked like he had just been ravaged by the Japanese devils.

She yelled towards the bus, "Hey! Bro! You haven't paid yet! You can't do this! You have to pay for the damage!"

Lin Feng leaned out of the window, his voice choked by the wind, but every word was clear:

"The way you handled things determined today's outcome! Get your damaged stuff back from Brother Leopard!"

"Check with your godfather! My Uncle Wang."

Mommy froze for a moment, then screamed at the top of her lungs:

"What's my godfather's full name? Oh my god! You bunch of little bastards, aren't you trying to screw me over?"

The bus had already turned out of the parking lot and onto the main road, its headlights illuminating the dark road ahead.

Mommy's voice faded into the distance, eventually being drowned out by the roar of the engine.

She stood at the entrance of the parking lot, barefoot, with her hair disheveled and her makeup smudged, looking like a ghost.

The security captain leaned over and cautiously asked, "Sister Hong, should we call the police?"

Sister Hong slapped him, but missed; the security captain dodged quickly.

"Go to hell with calling the police! If you call the police, our store will have to close for at least three days. Are you going to compensate us for the losses?"

The security captain fell silent.

Sister Hong took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and turned to ask, "Did you see the license plate number?"

The security captain looked at the security guards behind him, and they all shook their heads.

"Sister Hong, it's so dark and we're so far away, we can't see anything..."

"A bunch of useless trash!" Sister Hong cursed, turned around and glanced at the leopard lying on the ground, then at the few underlings whose faces were covered in blood, and sighed.

"Get them to the hospital first. If they die in front of our shop, then we'll have to close down forever."

She paused, then said through gritted teeth:

"Let them pay for their own medical expenses. Keep an eye on them; someone has to cover the store's losses, so let Leopard pay for it."

The security captain nodded and led his men to carry the leopard away.

The leopard lay on the ground, not unconscious yet, but motionless. It just lay there, muttering something. Only when you got closer could you hear it clearly—"You little bastard…you just wait…"