One person fights against a group.

Even Chu Ruoyan could tell that Ling Mo had brought trouble, and Lu Han was no less perceptive.

However, instead of leaving, he lit a cigarette.

In the swirling smoke, his chiseled face looked particularly cold.

On the second floor of Nightfall Bar, Li Dongsheng stood by the window, with a seductive woman in his arms.

The woman looked out and saw Lu Han surrounded by thugs. Concerned, she asked, "Dongsheng, isn't that your friend? Shouldn't you help him?"

"No need."

Li Dongsheng remained impassive, "Those guys are nothing. Even if there were twice as many, they wouldn't be enough for him to break a sweat."

"Really?"

The woman was surprised, "Is he that good at fighting?"

Li Dongsheng was silent for a moment, then said, "I can't beat him."

Her expression shifted from surprise to shock. She had seen firsthand how formidable Li Dongsheng was—four professional bodyguards had been hospitalized for three months after a fight with him. Yet now, he was saying someone outside was even stronger?

Meanwhile, Chu Ruoyan had already positioned herself protectively in front of Lu Han.

She glared at Ling Mo, "Ling Mo, what do you think you're doing?"

"Chu Ruoyan, I can't stand by and watch Lu Han bully you. Today, I'll make him pay!"

Ling Mo gritted his teeth. Though he didn't know exactly what had transpired between Chu Ruoyan and Lu Han in the car, seeing her beg Lu Han to stay had infuriated him.

Why did Chu Ruoyan treat him so indifferently but act so humbly before Lu Han?

"Are you crazy?"

Chu Ruoyan was furious, "Which eye of yours saw him bullying me? It's me clinging to him like a leech!"

Her words only added fuel to the fire.

Ling Mo was practically seething.

But he didn't dare lay a hand on Chu Ruoyan. Instead, he turned his venomous gaze to Lu Han, "Lu Han, you pretentious bastard, are you going to hide behind a woman forever?"

By now, many people had gathered to watch the commotion.

Bars tend to cluster together, making the area a mix of all sorts of people. Drunken fights often broke out among strangers who had never met before.

The crowd, accustomed to such scenes, usually watched for entertainment. But hearing Ling Mo's words, they began to look at Lu Han with disdain.

A small segment of the population enjoys stirring up trouble, reveling in chaos.

"Brother, don't chicken out! He's calling you a coward. Go get him!"

"Yeah, right. Look at him; he hasn't even made a sound. What a wimp."

"Exactly, hiding behind a woman. Pathetic."

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Surrounded by jeers and mockery, Lu Han ignored them.

He looked at Ling Mo and calmly said, "If you want to fight, hurry up. I'm in a hurry."

"Damn it, get him!" 

Ling Mo grabbed Chu Ruoyan and waved his hand. The thugs rushed toward Lu Han.

"Holy crap, they're really fighting!"

Nearby spectators took a few steps back, some pulling out their phones to record the scene.

"Ling Mo, you bastard! Let go of me!" 

Chu Ruoyan struggled desperately to free herself, wanting to protect Lu Han, but Ling Mo held her wrist tightly.

"Don't go near him, Chu Ruoyan. You might get hurt," Ling Mo feigned concern. His plan was not only to beat Lu Han senseless but also to make him kneel and beg for mercy in front of Chu Ruoyan.

On the other side, Lu Han paid no mind to Ling Mo's thoughts. Even if he knew, he had no time for this.

Street fights, especially one-on-one against a group, require tactics like targeting the leader first and breaking one finger rather than injuring ten.

Lu Han had mastered these strategies during his years abroad.

His target was the apparent leader, whom he had heard Ling Mo call "Brother Hu."

Finishing his cigarette, Lu Han flicked the butt at Brother Hu's face.

Then, moving swiftly forward, he deflected a baseball bat aimed at his head with his left hand and landed a powerful punch to Brother Hu's abdomen with his right.

In the dim light, almost unnoticed, Lu Han's fist was formed with his thumb tucked between his middle and ring fingers.

"Ugh..."

Brother Hu collapsed with a groan, his face twisted in agony, bent over like a shrimp.

He writhed in pain, clutching his stomach as if his intestines had been torn apart.

Lu Han showed no mercy, delivering a kick to Brother Hu's head, knocking him unconscious.

Almost instantly, Lu Han had taken down Brother Hu.

Seeing this, the other thugs hesitated.

"Holy crap, this guy is tough!"

They exchanged uneasy glances, looking at the motionless Brother Hu on the ground, none daring to make the first move.

Ling Mo was stunned.

Construction bosses often keep thugs on retainer for handling shady business. Brother Hu, a fitness coach under Ling Mo's father, had just been floored by Lu Han with a single punch and kick?

"Damn it, get him!" 

Ling Mo screamed in frustration, "Anyone who takes him down gets five thousand yuan!"

With such a reward, the thugs, who typically had little income, couldn't resist. They moved in unison.

But Lu Han moved like a slippery eel, dodging their attacks effortlessly. Every swing of their bats and metal pipes missed him entirely, while his counterattacks dropped them one by one, each knocked out cold like Brother Hu.

Even the onlookers now realized Lu Han was a skilled fighter.

Chu Ruoyan, initially worried, finally felt relieved.

But she also felt a pang of sadness—how could she not have known about Lu Han's prowess?

Within a minute, all of Ling Mo's men were lying unconscious on the ground.

Seeing Lu Han approach him, Ling Mo panicked.

"Lu Han, I warn you, touch me, and you'll regret it!"

His voice trembled with fear.

Lu Han responded with a chilling smile.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed a number.

"Uncle Sen, tell Ling Hui that I want to hear his son bark like a dog." 

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