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This is the first time I've seen Jiang Hao hit someone.

Although I already knew he was the runner-up in the provincial police's grappling and combat competition when he was in the force.

Different from those flashy moves in movies, Jiang Hao's fighting actions were so simple they were almost monotonous.

He used his fists, knees, and elbows to accurately and viciously strike the vital parts of the Japanese man's body!

The Japanese man, like a slug, had no power to resist in Jiang Hao's hands and was beaten until blood spurted from his nostrils. Initially, he could still wail, but then he went limp as if dead, turning into a pile of mush.

He had accomplices.

Several more Japanese men ran out from the bar, some with drunken women in their arms, clearly their prey.

These people came to help, and some even drew out glinting daggers!

Jiang Hao was not afraid at all. He reached for his metal-buckled belt from his waist.

One against five, without breaking a sweat.