Li Changhe stepped forward as Zhou Gangyi swiftly dealt with the security guards. He arrogantly stated, "Do you have any other trump cards? If not, I'll make you kneel and take your punishment later."
At this moment, Zhao Ruitong was genuinely stunned. He had never imagined one person could fight against over a dozen security guards. It was no wonder he was so confident and arrogant; with such skills, anyone would want to show off.
Unfortunately, times had changed. No matter how skilled one was in martial arts, they were still vulnerable to a bullet.
"Young Master Zhao, why don't you call the police and report that someone is causing trouble here, a serious incident," Huang Li whispered to Zhao Ruitong. "You are Young Master Zhao. If you call the director, won't people arrive instantly? No matter how powerful these people are, they can't attack the police, can they?"
Zhao Ruitong was also panicking. He feared that Zhou Gangyi might attack him. With his current group, they wouldn't be able to withstand Zhou Gangyi's blows, and they would truly end up kneeling and receiving a beating as he predicted.
"Alright," Zhao Ruitong mumbled, nodding, and prepared to take out his phone to make a call.
"Wait." Li Changhe glanced at his watch. His grandfather would be going to sleep soon, and he couldn't keep up the pretense any longer.
Zhao Ruitong instinctively froze with his phone in hand, stopping his action and looking at Li Changhe. Was he scared? Had he surrendered?
Seeing Zhao Ruitong's bewildered gaze, Li Changhe chuckled, "There's no need to waste national resources. It's not worth it to waste them on someone like you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Zhao Ruitong was furious and jumped up, but he looked helpless. It was clear that the other party was capable of fighting, while they were not. It was their own fault for training in the wrong direction, always engaging in 'in and out' activities, which left them fatigued. Forget fighting; they would be panting after just three minutes of 'in and out'.
"Get lost! I'll show you what real strength is today. Don't be so arrogant just because you're in one place." Li Changhe roared and walked away to call his grandfather. Thinking about the imminent humiliation and the praise he would receive from his grandfather, Li Changhe's face trembled with excitement.
After the phone rang three times, Li Lao's secretary answered. Li Changhe then explained his reason for calling. A moment later, Li Lao picked up the phone and asked, "What is it about Lin'er?"
"A deputy governor surnamed Zhao from Guangnan Province. His son first harassed Lin'er, and then instigated the security guards to attack her. Make a phone call to inform Grandpa." Li Changhe recounted the events truthfully.
"Zhao Zhen." Li Lao stated the name. He naturally believed Li Changhe. Li Changhe wouldn't lie to him about Xia Lin's matters; at most, he might exaggerate, but it was definitely something that had happened.
"Grandpa, please make a call. That kid was even planning to call the police to arrest people. Isn't that a waste of national resources?" Li Changhe added another jab at Zhao Ruitong.
"I know. Tell him to wait for a call," Li Lao said and hung up.
Li Changhe smugly put the phone in his pocket and returned with light steps.
"I have a suggestion for you: don't rush to make the call yet. Otherwise, the more people who arrive, the more people there will be to witness the spectacle," Li Changhe said, looking at the restless Zhao Ruitong.
Zhao Ruitong didn't know why, but his right eyelid kept twitching. For men, the right eye twitching indicated misfortune. While Zhao Ruitong was in confusion, his phone rang. Seeing that it was his father calling, he quickly walked towards Xu Duoduo and said, "My dad is calling to check up on me. I'll go aside to take the call."
Zhao Ruitong was quite afraid of his father, Zhao Zhen, and had to hide in a corner to answer the phone, not wanting to make any sound.
"Dad," Zhao Ruitong called softly.
"Kneel down to the person beside you and do whatever he asks you to do. If you can't, don't bother coming back," Zhao Zhen's tone was somewhat cold, giving a sense of utter lack of affection.
Zhao Ruitong was bewildered and asked, "Dad, there's no one beside me."
"I told you, I want you to kneel and take your punishment. These people are not someone I can afford to offend. Elder Li has personally called me. If you fail to comply, don't blame me for upholding righteousness over kinship." Zhao Zhen hung up after speaking. Zhao Ruitong stood there, holding his phone to his ear, stunned.
Had he heard correctly? His father wanted him to kneel and apologize, and take a beating. Elder Li? Which Elder Li? Zhao Ruitong suddenly remembered his father's words: "These people are not someone I can afford to offend."
In an instant, Zhao Ruitong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He also recalled his father's mention of upholding righteousness over kinship, and shivered with dread.
He stood there for a full three minutes, then suddenly, Zhao Ruitong ran towards Li Changhe as if driven mad, and indeed knelt down, shouting, "I'm sorry, I deserve to die. I was blinded by lust and desired you. I am willing to accept your beating. Whatever you do to me to appease your anger, I will accept."
Zhao Ruitong looked like he had lost his parents, resembling a stray dog, terrified and blubbering uncontrollably.
Li Changhe suddenly lost interest in slapping him. Wasn't this like slapping someone's snotty face?
Then, Li Changhe pointed at Xu Duoduo and said, "Come here."
Xu Duoduo and the others were already dumbfounded, their feet feeling as if they were cemented to the ground, unable to move an inch. Now that Li Changhe had called him by name, he hesitantly shuffled over, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked softly, "Is... Is there anything you need?"
"Here, slap his face. The harder, the better. If I'm not satisfied, keep slapping," Li Changhe pulled Xu Duoduo to Zhao Ruitong's front and pointed at his cheek.
Gulp... Xu Duoduo dared not slap Zhao Ruitong's face, looking fearful and unwilling.
"Hurry up." Li Changhe roared. The roar startled Xu Duoduo, almost making him lose his balance. He looked at Zhao Ruitong's tear-streaked face. From this angle, it was indeed quite disgusting. It was the first time he felt Zhao Ruitong's face was so repulsive.
"Quick, Duoduo, slap me hard. I want you to slap me with all your might," Zhao Ruitong shouted in panic.
"I... I can't bring myself to do it," Xu Duoduo said, his voice cracking with tears.
"Then this is simple. You kneel opposite him, and you each slap each other. If your faces aren't swollen, don't stop," Li Changhe quickly arranged an alternative for Xu Duoduo. If you're unwilling, then everyone slaps each other.
Slap.... Seeing this, Zhao Ruitong fiercely slapped Xu Duoduo. The blow was extremely heavy, instantly dazing Xu Duoduo, almost making him lose his footing.
Seeing that Zhao Ruitong was serious, Xu Duoduo no longer held back and raised his hand to slap Zhao Ruitong hard on the face. The two of them exchanged blows, their slaps echoing.
Li Changhe found it boring to watch them play and waved to the remaining two, shouting, "If you're brothers, kneel in a line. Go on, all of you."