Chapter 32: I'll go and wipe them out!

  Wang Jiuyi's movements were swift and decisive, completing the task in an instant. By the time Qin Luo regained his composure from the shock and grasped the situation, Li Qingyang had already been defeated.

  Wang Jiujui might have felt that his hands were a bit dirty from hitting someone, so he opened the faucet to wash them, and then carefully wiped them dry with toilet paper.

  Not bad. Her fingers are very beautiful. Slender. Fair. Extremely even.

  Qin Luo stared at him with a dull expression, smiled sweetly and said in a soft voice: "Actually, I don't like fighting with people usually."

  "I can see that." Qin Luo said with a clear conscience. The two moves she had just made, I'm afraid they were based on several years of martial arts foundation.

  "Teacher Qin, let's go. Xiaohua and the others are still waiting." Wang Jiujiu said.

  Because she stood at the entrance of the men's restroom, many men rushed in and then ran out with a strange expression.

  Some were in such a hurry that they ran into the toilet cubicle and closed the door to solve their bodily metabolic problems.

  Qin Luo pointed at Li Qingyang who was lying on the ground wailing and groaning, and asked: "What's wrong with him?"

  Wang Jiuzhao thought for a moment and said: "Shouldn't there be kind-hearted people who will send him to the hospital? If not, we can help him call in the staff?"

  "What if he calls the police?" Qin Luo asked worriedly.

  "I told you he was trying to take liberties with me. Can you be a witness for me?" The two of them discussed this serious matter while supporting each other as they walked out of the restroom.

  "Hmm, this method is not bad." Qin Luo said. "But how did you get into the men's restroom?"

  "He dragged him in." Wang Jiujin smiled slyly.

  Such an expression looked in Qin Luo's eyes, but felt a kind of devilish taste.

  If Li Qingyang lying on the ground heard this, I don't know if he would be so angry that he would spit blood and die.

  The two returned to the private room, where the atmosphere was already very lively. Some people were drinking games, some were playing dice, and a group of men and women gathered together singing "You Are My Everything"

  Seeing Qin Luo and Wang Jiuyi returning together, Li Meng and Xiaohua hastily came forward to greet them.

  "Teacher Qin, are you okay?" Li Meng asked with concern.

  "It's okay, I feel much better after throwing up." Qin Luo said. He was supported by Wang Jiujin and sat down on the sofa.

  "Teacher Qin, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have forced you to drink." Li Meng said with a guilty conscience.

  "It's all right." Qin Luo waved his hand. "You guys go have fun. Don't worry about me."

  "Teacher Qin, I'll keep you company and chat with you." Li Meng said. This kind of straightforward and honest person truly cares about others from the bottom of their heart.

  "Where can you accompany me? Come on, let's go sing. Didn't you say you could sing 'True Hero'? Let's order that one." Xiaohua said to Limeng.

  "You go sing, I'll keep Qin teacher company." Li Meng said with a strong sense of justice.

  "You're such a dead man. Are you really stupid or just pretending? 99 is here, do we need you to accompany us?" Xiaohua stomped her foot in anger.

  "Ah. Right. Let's go sing." Li Meng finally came to his senses. When he looked at Qin Luo and Wang Jiujin again, the smile on his face was quite strange.

  Obviously, Xiaohua's reminder was clear enough.

  "Your minds are too impure!" Wang Jiujin pointed at the two and scolded with a smile.

  "Yes, yes. None of us are pure. Ninth Sister is the purest person in the world. Ninth Sister, the heavy responsibility of accompanying Teacher Qin will be left to you. We'll go sing songs." Little Flower said with a smile.

  Watching the two of them run away, Wang Jiujin said to Qin Luo: "Want something to drink? Pure water?"

  "Uh, just water will do." Qin Luo said.

  Wang Jiujui looked around and found that there was only beer and red wine in the private room, so he pushed open the door and walked out.

  Qin Luo closed his eyes and listened to the students' singing. To be honest, except for Wang Jiujiu's song which was not bad, most people were basically screaming and wailing. But in such an environment, Qin Luo didn't feel noisy at all, but instead had a kind of unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

  Man is a social animal and everyone yearns for friends.

  Suddenly, fierce quarreling sounds came from outside.

  Then, the door of the private room was kicked open with a loud bang.

  The singing stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their heads towards the entrance.

  A group of men in black clothes blocked the entrance, led by a young man with short hair. His eyes were playful and sinister as he sized up the people inside the private room, as if ready to start a game of cat and mouse.

  Wang Jiujui was forced back to the corner of the private room door, still holding two bottles of Kang Shifu mineral water in his hand, looking at them with a vigilant expression, not wanting them to rush in.

  Qin Luo sat up from the sofa and looked at the man, asking: "Who are you?"

  "Qing Yang, come here. Find out who beat you up." The man shouted outside.

  Li Qingyang walked out from behind the crowd with a handkerchief covering his face, pointing at Qin Luo and Wang Jiujie, saying: "It's them."

  The man finally shifted his gaze to Qin Luo and said: "The man's leg is crippled. His face is scarred. The woman takes him away."

  "Yes." A group of black-clad men responded in unison, with quite some momentum.

  "Who dares?" Li Meng finally reacted and grabbed a red wine bottle from the table and rushed over.

  The other boys also reacted and found their own suitable partners, standing behind Qin Luo.

  "Ah, there really are those who aren't afraid of death." The short-haired man pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and had a younger brother help him light it.

  He took a heavy drag on his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke ring. The misty gas swirled open under the dim yellow light, with a bit of a carefree swagger.

  The short man, with a cigarette tucked between his fingers, pointed at Li Meng and the others, saying: "You're all students, right? I advise you to find a corner and stay there quietly. If something happens later and you get hurt, don't blame me."

  "Mind your own business. If you want to touch Qin teacher, first deal with me." Li Meng stepped forward, wanting to block Qin Luo behind him.

  In his mind, Qin Luo must be very fragile and needs their protection.

  "It's settled then. They're going to make a move on Teacher Qin. Brothers, let's go all out with him." A male voice shouted from behind, followed by a chorus of responding voices, quite spirited.

  The students in the next private room heard the commotion and also came over. They surrounded the group of black-clad men from both front and back, trapping them in the middle.

  In terms of numbers, Qin Luo's side had the upper hand.

  However, Qin Luo knew that if they really started fighting, he would definitely be at a disadvantage.

  What kind of people are they? Hooligans. Professional hooligans.

  What is their job? Extortion, fighting and brawling.

  And on their side are students who have never been in a fight in their lives, some of whom have never even thrown a punch.

  Comparing the two sides, victory and defeat will be decided at once.

  And once a fight breaks out, many students will definitely get hurt. If this gets back to the school, it's probably not something that can be handled by oneself.

  At least he has to bear the crime of taking students out for a group fight.

  Wang Jiujin was also worried about this issue. She had learned a few tricks of grappling and had just exchanged blows with two of the group at the door. Although she hadn't been at a disadvantage, she hadn't gained any advantage either.

  They fought without any technique, but were extremely experienced.

  Sometimes experience can be more hurtful than weapons.

  The short man seemed to be infuriated by Li Meng's words, and sneered: "Who do you think you are? Superman? Spider-Man? Ip Man? If you want to fall down, then let's put you down first. Brothers, since they won't retreat, let's give them a little lesson."

  Li Meng was about to rush up with a wine bottle, but was pulled back by Qin Luo. "Stand behind me."

  "But Teacher Qin-----"

  "Stand behind me. If I don't ask for help, no one is allowed to intervene." Qin Luo said again, his voice firm and unyielding, leaving no room for refusal.

  "Hmmph! You still want to play hero? Alright. Then let's start with you first!" The short-haired man said with a big laugh.

  The first man in black rushed up and soon knelt on the ground with his fists covered, howling.

  The second man in black rushed up, with the same result.

  The third man in black rushed halfway, then stopped by himself - he was bewildered by the inexplicable injuries of the two brothers in front of him and wanted to see clearly how Qin Luo had hurt people.

  The short man's eyes narrowed and he sneered: "So that's how it is. He's a family member after all. Everyone be careful, he's got something in his hand."

  "Big brother, can you take out your knife?" a younger brother asked.

  "Are you stupid? You've been defeated and yet you're still hiding the knife?" The short-haired man cursed angrily.

  The little brother nodded excitedly and shouted: "Brothers, let's get him. This guy is a bit tough."

  If his body was normal, Qin Luo could still handle these thugs. But he had just had an allergic reaction and vomited so much that his body was weak. At this time, dealing with these knife-wielding scoundrels was a bit difficult.

  Although "Twelve Pieces of Brocade" could keep him clear-headed at critical moments, his striking force had weakened a lot.

  One knife stabbed towards his chest, and another knife stabbed towards Qin Luo's abdomen. These people are really unscrupulous, they simply want to stab him to death.

  Qin Luo took three steps back, then suddenly threw the silver needle in his hand. A black-clad man covered his face and fell to the ground. Another black-clad man heard his companion's scream and wanted to retreat, but was kicked down by Qin Luo.

  Li Meng couldn't hold back, a bottle smashed onto the head of a man in black. The wine bottle shattered, and the man in black made a great effort to turn his head, looked at Li Meng for a moment, as if to remember his appearance, before falling to the ground with his neck twisted.

  Seeing Li Meng still fighting back, two men in black immediately surrounded him.

  Wang Jiujin stood in the corner, anxiously dialing the phone. Into the receiver he shouted: "Zhang Yiyi, your daughter is about to be killed!"

  "Ah. Where is she? Where is she? Which son of a bitch dared to touch my daughter? Did you mention my name?" A woman's shrill voice came from the receiver.

  "I'm at Jinzonglu. The fight has already started. I've called out your name, but it's no use." Wang Jiujin said anxiously.

  "You little scamp, why are you always so troublesome? Daughter, hold on. --- Wait for it. I'll be right there to take care of that guy."

  "You can't take them down. Hurry up and let my dad send someone over." Wang Jiujiao corrected herself, still fearing that her old mother, whose brain often short-circuited, would come alone with a gun.

  "Alright, the third watch is over. It's been a long time since I've written so many words, I'm really tired. Everyone, please throw your red tickets over here."