You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

The manager's face immediately darkened; even with his good temper, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Brother, our boss isn't someone to mess with. I advise you to stop here!"

The man's eyes widened, and he laughed arrogantly, looking at the manager with disdain.

"Your boss is not someone to mess with? Fine, bring him out and show him to me. I want to see just how tough he is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sensed something was wrong. He glanced to the side and saw the bottle flipping in mid-air, carrying a strong gust of wind, and smashing down hard on his head.

The man was startled and jumped off the table in a panic.

Snapped!

The bottle hit a pillar behind the booth and shattered.

The force was so great that the bottle shattered into countless fragments. If that had hit him on the head, he would have at least suffered a concussion.

The man turned around abruptly, both surprised and furious, and looked at the crowd, cursing angrily.

"Fuck your mother, who stole it...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure rushed out from the crowd at great speed and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the man's body flew several meters away, crashing heavily to the ground. He then slid for more than a meter, and the surrounding crowd quickly made way for him.

The man's companions were also stunned by the scene, none of them able to see clearly how the man had made his move.

Then, realizing what had happened, he grabbed a wine bottle and a stool while cursing and lunged at the man.

Peng Ying glanced at the five people, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. With a powerful push of her right foot, she shot towards one of the men in front of her like an arrow.

"Bang!"

With a spinning elbow strike, he hit the man in the chest. The man obediently lay on the ground, his face contorted, clutching his chest, seemingly struggling to breathe.

Without pausing, Peng Ying knocked down the man and turned to another one. With a beautiful sweeping kick, the man, who had just fallen to the ground, was kicked in the abdomen.

The man immediately curled up, clutching his stomach and rolling around on the ground in pain.

At the same time, he sidestepped a man's bottle, grabbed his wrist, and snatched the bottle from his hand.

"Bang!"

They smacked him hard on the head.

The other two rushed up, but Peng Ying knocked them both to the ground in less than three seconds, all within a minute.

The man in the lead, having recovered his strength, struggled to his feet, supporting himself on the ground, and glared fiercely at Peng Ying.

"Fuck your mother, I'm Gang's man, you dare touch me..."

Halfway through her sentence, Peng Ying suddenly rushed towards him again.

The man was immediately terrified. Before he could even see Peng Ying's movements clearly, a whip kick came flying at him.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, I felt my legs go numb, lost my balance, and fell back to the ground, feeling dizzy.

Without saying a word, Peng Ying grabbed a bottle from the booth next to him and smashed it down on his head. A scream rang out as blood gushed from the man's head.

Peng Ying threw away the broken bottle in her hand, her expression indifferent, picked up another bottle, and prepared to smash it down again.

"Old Peng!"

Chen Hui quickly called out to him.

"We still need to do business, don't make a mess of the ground, drag them to the back!"

"I understand, Brother Hui!"

Peng Ying put down the wine bottle and looked at Sun Haiyang.

Sun Haiyang understood immediately and called over several of his men, who dragged all six of them away.

Chen Hui glanced at everyone and smiled.

"Everyone's alright now, keep having fun! Tonight, everyone's drinks are 20% off!"

"Manager, please give them a heads-up!"

"Okay, boss!"

The manager was very skilled in this area; he instructed the waiters to clean the floor, invited everyone to sit down, and the music started playing again.

There was a large warehouse behind the nightclub, used to store miscellaneous items and drinks, as well as freeze some food. The troublemakers were dragged there.

Chen Hui walked up to the man in the lead with a smile and looked at him.

"You've got some nerve, coming to my place to cause trouble and even trying to extort money from me. Tell me, how are you going to settle this score?"

The man had recovered by then, and looked at him angrily.

"Let me tell you, my boss is Zeng Gang. If you dare touch us, my boss will definitely smash up your place and make sure you can't stay in Yangcheng!"

Chen Hui's smile vanished, his eyes turned cold as he looked at Peng Ying beside him.

"Old Peng, this guy doesn't seem to speak human language. Chop off one of his fingers and teach him how to talk!"

Upon hearing this, the man's eyes widened, and he immediately became agitated, thinking that Chen Hui had not heard him clearly.

"My boss is Zeng Gang, you fucking dare to mess with me?"

"what!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Sun Haiyang and his men grabbed sticks and began attacking the men with extreme ferocity and without any restraint.

In a short while, the men were knocked to the ground.

The man was knocked to the ground, but he was still shouting.

"My boss..."

Peng Ying went up and kicked him in the face.

"You son of a bitch!"

He stepped on the back of his hand, pulled out a Nepalese kukri from his body, and chopped down hard.

"ah····!"

The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

Peng Ying looked at the two fingers on the ground with an innocent expression.

"Damn it! I said I'd only cut one off you, so you could move around like that. Now look what happened, I chopped off two of you, buy one get one free!"

"To kill someone is to destroy their spirit." Upon hearing this, the man cursed the man's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

"Brother Hui, what do we do now?"

Sun Haiyang looked at the people on the ground, then looked at Chen Hui.

"What should we do? They came to my place and caused trouble, smashing so much of my stuff. Of course they have to pay compensation. Take these two fingers to Zeng Gang and make him pay for it!"

Sun Haiyang was taken aback and asked instinctively.

"What if Zeng Gang refuses to pay?"

Chen Hui rolled his eyes and looked at him.

"Old Sun, don't you understand? If you don't pay, then chop them all up and feed them to the dogs!"

Sun Haiyang nodded.

"Understood, Brother Hui!"

He then had one of his underlings put the man's two fingers away and sent someone to deliver them to Zeng Gang.

Chen Hui acted as if nothing had happened and went to the private room on the second floor to continue drinking with Jia Hao.

"Brother Ahui, are you alright?"

Chen Hui waved his hand.

"It's nothing, just a few clueless bastards. We've taken care of them. Come on, let's continue drinking."

"That's good. Come on, Brother Ahui, I'll toast you!"

After drinking for more than an hour, Jia Hao put down his glass.

"Brother Ahui, it's almost two o'clock. I should head back now. I still have some things to take care of. We'll make the deal after you've settled things here!"

"OK!"

After Jia Hao left, Sun Haiyang rushed in.

"Brother Hui, this is bad! Zeng Gang has detained the people we sent over there and says you need to go in person. What do we do now?"

What?

Chen Hui was somewhat incredulous, and abruptly stood up, cursing under his breath.

"Damn it, you guys who detained me, chop off the fingers of those guys behind me!"