Chapter 41 - Unleashing Fury

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 - Unleashing Fury ... After hanging up the phone, Luo Jianbi excitedly rubbed his hands together, his face full of malice as he stared at Xia Rou, "I never thought your young man would have such guts. Tonight I will teach him a lesson—teach him exactly how to write the word ’death’! I will make tonight the most humiliating and tragic memory of your pitiful lives!" Xia Rou secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Yan Xiaobao was coming. Fortunately, Luo Jianbi was venomous, shameless, despicable, and depraved enough to want revenge for yesterday’s humiliation while deliberately doing it in front of Yan Xiaobao to shame her. Otherwise, if Luo Jianbi had skipped calling Yan Xiaobao and acted directly against her, the consequences would have truly been unthinkable... Xia Rou had already witnessed Yan Xiaobao’s near-superhuman martial arts skills more than once. The dozen or so men and women in the private room were definitely no match for him. As long as Yan Xiaobao arrived, she would be saved—thank heavens... Seeing Xia Rou gradually relax, Luo Jianbi also secretly heightened his vigilance. Yesterday, Yan Xiaobao’s display of acupoint-striking techniques was not something an ordinary person could possess. If Yan Xiaobao rushed in and his men couldn’t handle him, the joke would go too far... At this thought, Luo Jianbi immediately ordered his subordinates, "Go! Notify everyone to come over, and bring whatever weapons you can. Hide in the nearby private rooms, and as soon as a fight breaks out here, come in to provide backup." "Boss, should we use the real goods?" One of Luo Jianbi’s men gestured the shape of a handgun. "Bring them, just in case." In the worldly society, who hasn’t faced conflict or danger? After being part of the underworld for so long, Luo Jianbi was no fool—he had plenty of experience. Seeing Luo Jianbi’s "all-out mobilization" setup, Xia Rou started to worry again. Although she had heard that Yan Xiaobao had snatched a gun from an arrest officer while causing a ruckus at the Patrol Office, she hadn’t seen the incident herself. She didn’t know exactly how skilled he was at disarming weapons. Now, seeing Luo Jianbi blatantly prepare an arsenal, completely disregarding the illegality of possessing firearms, Xia Rou’s heart filled with unease once more. If Yan Xiaobao failed to subdue these people and instead got caught by Luo Jianbi, the outcome would be even worse than her facing humiliation alone... At this moment, Yan Xiaobao had already taken a cab and rushed to the entrance of the "Night Banquet" Entertainment City as quickly as possible. He didn’t care how many bad guys were inside or whether they had real guns, fake guns, or air rifles—he headed straight in. "Good evening, sir! Do you have a reservation?" The doorman at the Night Banquet greeted him politely. "8888!" Normally talkative, Yan Xiaobao spoke only these four cold numbers. He had never been this furious before. His wife had been kidnapped—it was utterly humiliating. If word spread, his junior brothers would laugh him to death. Upon hearing the supreme VIP private room number, the doorman became even more accommodating and eagerly led the way. "This way, please." When they reached the door of the 8888 supreme VIP private room, Yan Xiaobao didn’t hesitate and pushed the door open directly. The supreme VIP private room was enormous—it was nearly a hundred square meters. Inside, flashing lights illuminated dozens of shadowy figures. A quick count revealed there were about forty to fifty people, each armed with knives, guns, and clubs, their faces filled with murderous intentions. But Yan Xiaobao didn’t even glance at this crowd. His gaze immediately locked onto the sofa in the middle of the room, where Luo Jianbi and Xia Rou were seated. Due to fear and extreme anxiety, Xia Rou’s face looked pale. Her eyes were filled with terror and urgency, but her clothes were still intact, showing no signs of having been violated. freeωebnovēl.c૦m Yan Xiaobao let out a breath of relief, feeling reassured. As long as Xia Rou was unharmed, it was enough. Now that he was here, no matter how many opponents there were, it would be impossible for them to hurt her anymore. The music had stopped, and the room fell deathly silent. Luo Jianbi stood up and clapped his hands thrice—"clap, clap, clap"—as he stared at Yan Xiaobao with a sinister smirk. "Young man, you certainly have guts. Should I commend your courage, or should I mock your stupidity? You walk right into death’s door, willingly. Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you." "I’ll make you watch, wide-eyed, as I unlock all kinds of positions and fiercely have my way with Xia Rou before your very eyes! Tonight will become the most humiliating and unbearable memory of your lives!" "I’ll make you two lovers can’t bear to look at each other again—every glance will remind you of this night! Ahahaha..." The more Luo Jianbi spoke, the more excited and deranged he became. Xia Rou couldn’t help but imagine the vile and shameful scenes he described, trembling in fear. If things truly turned out like that, life would be worse than death—there would be no peace, even in the afterlife... "Ugh... Such a headache..." Yan Xiaobao raised a hand and lightly tapped his forehead as if he were faced with an unsolvable puzzle. "Headache?" Luo Jianbi froze momentarily, then sneered. "Relax, soon, I guarantee your head won’t hurt anymore!" "You..." Yan Xiaobao pointed at Luo Jianbi. "You’re honestly the most despicable person I’ve ever met. I can’t decide what kind of death you deserve—that’s why my head hurts..." "Damn it! Running your mouth even on the brink of death!" Luo Jianbi waved his hand fiercely, shouting, "Go! Kill that bastard!" Immediately, forty to fifty thugs brandished their knives, clubs, and steel pipes, roaring as they charged at Yan Xiaobao. Yan Xiaobao stepped forward, grabbed the hair of the thug at the front, and swung him around forcefully, slamming his entire body like a sandbag. "Boom—Argh—" The thug turned into a human cannonball, crashing into the five or six people behind him and sending them sprawling to the ground, as if they were bowling pins. The dense crowd split open, stunned into freezing in their tracks. What kind of monster was this? A fully-grown man weighing over two hundred pounds in his hands felt lighter than a feather. People were used to fights, but nobody had ever fought like this... While others were stunned, Yan Xiaobao didn’t stop. He grabbed another unlucky soul and repeated the same move, sending seven or eight more flying. "Boom—Argh—" When he acted a third time, using a human cannonball to knock down yet another group, the remaining thirty-something thugs finally snapped out of it, terrified and scrambling backward to huddle in a corner. ... [Please like, bookmark, and support!] ... The source of this content is freewe(b)novel