Fan Xiang’s words nearly infuriated Xiao Koulan to death. It was one thing for the other party to be unreasonable and rude, but what was truly infuriating was their power!
With so many thugs, one spit from each would have drowned Xiao Koulan.
A direct confrontation was out of the question.
Discretion was the better part of valor. Xiao Koulan, suppressing his anger, asked in a deep voice, “Fan Xiang, what exactly do you intend to do? Are you planning to beat me up too?”
“Beat you?” Fan Xiang chuckled. “No, no, no, I’m not that uncouth. Don’t you cherish this stage? Don’t you care about your costumes? Fine, I’ll smash your stage and burn your costumes to teach you a lesson!”
“You dare?!” Xiao Koulan’s eyes widened in fury.
“I, dare!” Fan Xiang waved his hand. “Smash it for me!”
Instantly, all the thugs perked up, swinging their iron bars, smashing the tables, chairs, and benches, then rushing onto the stage to wreak havoc.
Chaos erupted.
The audience members scattered to the corners, none daring to step forward and speak up for justice.
Despite their previous excitement and support for Xiao Koulan, the audience now fell silent, fearing entanglement with the arrival of the thugs.
Watching his beloved property being destroyed, Xiao Koulan felt as if his heart was being gouged out. The proud, seven-foot man’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He choked out, “Stop! All of you, stop!”
Fan Xiang smiled and raised his hand. “Brothers, take a break for now.”
The thugs ceased their actions.
Xiao Koulan, holding back tears, his throat choked with emotion and a desperate plea, said, “Young Master Fan, I was wrong earlier. I apologize to you. I only beg you to show mercy and let me off the hook.”
Upon hearing this, Fan Xiang burst into laughter. “That’s more like it. You, a mere actor, dared to show off in front of me. Weren’t you asking for death?”
It had always been this way, from ancient times to the present.
No matter how glamorous celebrities appeared in public, they were equally humble in the face of the truly wealthy and powerful.
Power was Fan Xiang’s weapon.
Pausing for a moment, Fan Xiang continued, “I’m not an unreasonable person. As long as you sincerely repent, I am willing to forgive you. How about this, Xiao Koulan, kneel down and kowtow a few times to my girlfriend, saying, ‘Mom, I was wrong.’ Then, kowtow a few times to me and say, ‘Dad, spare me.’ Yes, that should be about it. After you finish kowtowing and calling us mom and dad, I’ll have my men withdraw and let you continue your performance, what do you say?”
Such a demand treated Xiao Koulan as less than human!
If Xiao Koulan actually complied, how could he ever face anyone again? Let alone continue to be a star and perform grand operas.
It was utterly outrageous.
Xiao Koulan clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.
He absolutely refused to do as Fan Xiang said, yet he dared not refuse, leaving him in a dilemma.
Fan Xiang frowned. “What, you’re not willing?”
Xiao Koulan lowered his head, remaining silent.
Fan Xiang continued, “If you’re not willing, then forget it. I’m not someone who forces others. Brothers, continue smashing! And a few of you go backstage and burn Xiao Koulan’s costumes.”
This was an attack on someone’s livelihood and a destruction of their faith.
Fan Xiang understood the art of destroying a person’s spirit.
“No, don’t smash!” Only then did Xiao Koulan realize how utterly weak he was. The boundless glory he enjoyed in public was so fragile, so easily shattered by true power.
Fan Xiang sneered. “You say stop smashing, and I stop smashing? What are you? I’ll make this clear: unless you’re willing to kneel down, kowtow, and call us mom and dad, I will smash your stage and burn your costumes today! You decide for yourself.”
This was pushing a person to the brink of despair.
Xiao Koulan glared at Fan Xiang with resentment, wishing he could lunge forward and strangle him; however, several thugs armed with iron bars stood between him and Fan Xiang. If Xiao Koulan dared to take a single step forward, he would be beaten half to death, and he wouldn’t even be able to touch a hair on Fan Xiang’s head.
Facing this scene.
Below the stage.
Jiang Mengxin shook her head repeatedly. “This is too bullying. Lu Ming, aren’t you very good at fighting? I, as the head of the Jiang family, now order you to teach them a lesson.”
Lu Ming smiled faintly, stood up, and walked towards the thugs.
One of the thugs, seeing Lu Ming approach, said with clear annoyance, “You scoundrel, you dare to come over? I’ll smash your head in!”
As the thug raised his iron bar, Lu Ming kicked out.
Crack, crack! Three ribs broke, and the thug flew out like a deflated balloon, crashing heavily onto the stage.
Hmm?
The other thugs simultaneously looked over.
Someone else dared to step forward?
Attack!
A group of thugs rushed forward, swinging their iron bars and aiming for Lu Ming’s head.
Lu Ming moved with composure, weaving through the thugs like a phantom. So many people couldn’t land a single blow, yet Lu Ming kicked them out one by one, leaving them all unconscious.
Over thirty thugs were dealt with in less than three minutes.
This was considered slow.
If Lu Ming hadn’t been trying to maintain a low profile in front of Jiang Mengxin, he could have finished these insignificant trash in under a minute with his skills.
Bang!!!
The last thug was pinned under Lu Ming’s foot.
Fan Xiang was completely stunned. He had seen fierce individuals before, but never someone this ferocious. What kind of monster possessed such formidable combat power?
He swallowed and asked, “Who… who are you?”
Lu Ming calmly took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a puff, and said faintly, “I’m just a lowly security guard. If you have questions, ask our family head.”
Family head?
Fan Xiang paused for a moment, then saw a tall, incredibly beautiful woman walk over.
“So beautiful.” Fan Xiang was practically drooling.
He had thought Xue Hong was already a goddess, but this woman before him was ten or a hundred times more beautiful! Fan Xiang was mesmerized, secretly vowing to capture her, no matter who she was.
Fan Xiang, with a lecherous smile, asked, “Esteemed immortal lady, may I ask who you are?”
Jiang Mengxin found this kind of sleazy man the most disgusting.
She snorted coldly and said, “Jiang Mengxin, head of the Jiang family of Jinling.”
Jinling?
Jiang Mengxin?
Fan Xiang thought for a moment and understood, smiling. “Oh, of course. I’ve lived in Wu Du for over twenty years and have never seen such a beautiful woman. So you are the head of the Jiang family from Jinling. I heard you are helping Su Wanran secure the position of Su family head?”
Jiang Mengxin said coldly, “That’s none of your business. I want to discuss Xiao Koulan’s matter with you.”
Fan Xiang chuckled. “Indeed, the Su family and our Fan family mind our own business. I don’t interfere with Su family affairs. Alright then, let’s talk about Xiao Koulan. What is it, is the head of the Jiang family here to right wrongs?”
Jiang Mengxin tilted her head back and said a single word with firm resolve: “Yes.”