Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Mastering the Situation

When Xu Ke arrived, a few hooligans were in the middle of a lively conversation, each having downed several bottles of beer, their faces flushed red like monkey buttocks, chatting and laughing loudly.

As soon as Xu Ke walked in and saw the scene before him, his eyes reddened almost instantly, the veins on his temple throbbed violently. Xu Ke, exuding a murderous aura, approached the table, and before anyone could react, he kicked the table, flipping it over, sending dishes sliding off and splattering everyone with soup and beer.

"What the fuck, who the hell is this? Are you crazy?" Brother Biao was the most drenched, his large floral shirt soaked through, the lion’s head dish he hadn’t touched was now all over him. At that moment, he held a meatball in each hand, and the alcohol made his temper even more explosive; with a slight squeeze, the stewed lion’s head crumbled into mush in his hand.

Looking at the sorry state of everyone, Xu Ke’s anger hadn’t diminished in the slightest. He took long strides amidst the chaos and was suddenly in front of Brother Biao, delivering a kick to his waist with full force. Before Brother Biao knew what was happening, he felt himself airborne, hearing something crack within, followed by intense pain in his waist and hip. Almost instantly, cold sweat broke out all over him, and his earlier tipsy head quickly sobered up.

Brother Biao’s scream, controlled by the pain, successfully brought the entire restaurant to a standstill. His underlings were stunned by the unexpected turn of events, standing there like puppets, unsure of what to do. To a bystander, it might appear as if someone had pressed a pause button.

Biao, seeing his men obediently standing still, was furious enough to want to kick each of them, but his movement was restricted by the searing pain in his waist, forcing him

words brought the stunned crowd back to their senses. A young man with blue dyed hair, his cheeks flushed red from the alcohol, charged forward with his fists raised, "How dare you hit Brother Biao, watch me—ah!" Before he could finish, Xu Ke kicked him in the chest, sending him

must have a death wish." A lackey with green hair spoke slurred and belligerently, pointing at Xu Ke while belching drunkenly,

twisted the outstretched finger with a cold smirk. The finger twisted at an odd angle, and the lackey, who moments ago was berating, paused for a moment, then unleashed a

but with endless fury and a desire to tear him apart. If it were a normal person under the gaze of such a crowd, they would certainly feel uncomfortable, perhaps unable to stand if timid, but Xu Ke instead felt a rush of

blood beneath his skin, once flowing slowly, now pounding with fervor, nearly igniting

speaking coldly and repressively,

Are you willing to offend him? I’ll give you a chance; kneel now and apologize to us, stand there quietly and let us break your limbs, and pay each of us here half a million for our trouble. Each person you

otherwise, why would you be daydreaming in daylight?" Xu Ke’s


Xu Ke clearly because

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