Yang Jian had no objections to Song Jianmin's idea; he also planned to go to Hanchang with him and join Song Jianhao's Emperor Company.
Biao Biao had privately suggested that he start his own venture, specialize in handling bets, or form an Emperor Company. However, Yang Jian felt he lacked the capability, primarily due to insufficient experience in the underworld. Whether it was opening a casino, handling bets, or forming an Emperor Company, none of it was as simple as it appeared; the intricacies ran very deep.
"Little Song, have you considered what I mentioned yesterday?"
As the two were chatting, a man about 1.9 meters tall, with a broad back and powerful build, a bald head, a face full of thick flesh, and a large gold chain, walked in from outside. He stood like an iron tower in front of Song Jianmin, looking down at him, his voice like a clap of thunder, startling both of them.
Song Jianmin's expression changed slightly. "Wu Laizi, I don't care how the other rooms are allocated, but I will never give up Room Eight."
"Son of a bitch, you don't know what's good for you! From now on, your betting company is out of Nanhu Club. Get out within ten minutes, or I'll break your legs."
Seeing that Song Jianmin wasn't backing down, Wu Laizi became furious, spitting saliva onto both their faces.
Why was trouble finding him as soon as he arrived? Yang Jian didn't understand what was happening, but the other party's arrogance, his immediate insults, and his intention to drive their betting company out of Nanhu Club were unbearable.
"Get lost."
Before the words were even finished, Yang Jian stood up from the sofa and simultaneously delivered a front kick to Wu Laizi's stomach.
Wu Laizi was tall and strong, a head taller than Yang Jian and weighing over 200 jin. He had a stable stance, so although the kick was heavy, it only made him stumble back three or four steps.
"Damn it."
Wu Laizi was incredulous that someone dared to lay hands on him. As soon as he regained his footing and prepared to counter, his vision blurred. Two legs flew at him from the air, entwining around his neck like scissors. The attacker then spun in mid-air, his 200-jin body lifted off the ground by the immense inertia.
With a "crack," Wu Laizi's plump body crashed heavily onto the floor.
Yang Jian was also pulled down by the other man's considerable weight, but he immediately flipped over and stood up, then stomped on Wu Laizi's neck.
This series of actions, all happening within three seconds, stunned everyone in the lounge. Wu Laizi was a formidable figure, second only to Liu Ming, and his reputation for ferocity surpassed Liu Ming's. Yet, he had been taken down in one move, and the maneuver was incredibly stylish, exceeding ordinary perception.
Even Song Jianmin was dumbfounded. It was the first time he had seen Yang Jian fight, and he was incredibly fierce.
"You, you, who are you? Let, let me go, or I'll kill your whole family."
Wu Laizi found it extremely uncomfortable being pinned by the neck. He lay on the ground, repeatedly slapping the wooden floor. Although his speech was slurred, his tone remained defiant.
Perhaps because the commotion in the lounge was too loud, people from other rooms rushed over, blocking the doorway tightly.
"Brother, what's going on?"
Cousin Liu Chao was the first to rush to Yang Jian's side, casually grabbing a stainless steel chair.
Biao Biao and Liang Liang also squeezed in, directly pulling out their daggers and shielding Yang Jian.
"You want to kill my whole family? Then I can only cripple you now, because I don't like being threatened."
Ignoring the crowd surging in from outside, Yang Jian drew the steel collapsible baton he always carried. With a flick of his wrist, the 30-centimeter baton instantly extended to one meter.
Just as he raised the baton to strike Wu Laizi's right arm, a middle-aged man wearing glasses squeezed through the crowd and shouted, "No, no, no, Mr. Yang, don't hit him. Let's talk things through."
Yang Jian turned his head and recognized the man. He had exchanged phone numbers with him during his first visit. His name was Zhou Jinping, the general agent for beer in the entire Xinhe District, and he was quite influential.
"Boss Zhou, are you familiar with him?"
Yang Jian was reluctant to offend these bosses, as they were all clients of the betting companies.
Zhou Jinping tried to move closer but was stopped by Biao Biao pointing a dagger at him. He had to stand at the front of the crowd and say, "Yes, I know him well. He's one of Boss Gui's men. Mr. Yang, let him go first, and we can talk about it."
"I dare not let him go. He threatened to kill my entire family."
Yang Jian didn't know who Boss Gui was and didn't want to find out. He only knew that the Wu Laizi under his feet was dangerous. If he wasn't subdued, it would cause a lot of trouble later, and his family would face retaliation.
"Yes, I'm going to kill your whole family."
Seeing someone come to mediate, and with his two brothers also present, Wu Laizi's tone became even more arrogant.
He couldn't back down in such a situation because, apart from the bosses, everyone present was involved in the underworld. What happened here would spread throughout the town within an hour.
"Crack."
Without hesitation, Yang Jian struck his right arm with the baton.
"Ah, I'll kill you."
Wu Laizi's face was contorted in pain as it pressed against the floor. This blow had broken his right arm.
"Want to kill me?"
With two more cracks, Yang Jian's baton struck his left arm.
The sound of bones breaking could be heard with each of these three blows. The onlookers seemed to feel the pain and were awestruck by Yang Jian's brutal methods.
The two young men accompanying Wu Laizi dared not approach, only repeatedly making phone calls.
"Mr. Yang, do me a favor and let him go."
Hu Zhenghua squeezed in at this moment. Biao Biao did not stop him.
Yang Jian removed his foot from Wu Laizi's neck, but Wu Laizi could no longer stand. His hands were broken, preventing him from exerting force, and he writhed on the floor like a stray dog.
Hu Zhenghua yelled at the two young men, "Hurry up and take him to the hospital. Security guards outside, come and help."
Wu Laizi was too heavy for the two young men to move alone.
The two young men and four security guards, with great effort, managed to turn Wu Laizi over and help him up.
Wu Laizi was sweating profusely from the pain. His eyes, filled with malice, fixed on Yang Jian, but he no longer dared to speak defiantly. This person was not someone who could be threatened; he was decisive and even more ruthless than himself.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry to the hospital! If you delay, his hands will be permanently disabled."
Seeing that Wu Laizi still seemed defiant, Hu Zhenghua gave the security guards a look and had them escort Wu Laizi out.
Even after Wu Laizi and his group left, the onlookers did not disperse.
"Mr. Yang, why did you get into a fight with Wu Laizi?"
Hu Zhenghua was a bit troubled. Neither side was easy to deal with, and the subsequent developments were unpredictable. He wanted to understand the situation first.
Yang Jian put his baton back into his pocket. "I was chatting with Jianmin when he came in and started cursing and trying to attack. I had no choice but to teach him a lesson. Actually, I don't know him at all. These brothers here all witnessed it."
The young men who had been resting nearby nodded involuntarily. They were already impressed by Yang Jian's dominance, even though they didn't know who he was.