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This was the first time I saw Jiang Hao hit someone.

Though I knew before that when he was in the police force, he was the runner-up in the provincial police system in grappling and combat competitions.

Unlike those flashy moves in movies, Jiang Hao's actions were simple to the point of being somewhat dull.

He used his fists, knees, and elbows to strike fiercely and precisely at the Japanese man's vital parts!

The Japanese man was like a slug, completely powerless in Jiang Hao's hands, beaten until blood spurted from his nostrils, at first able to howl in pain, then suddenly as if dead, crumbling into a heap of mud.

He had accomplices.

Several other Japanese men rushed out from the bar, some of them holding drunken women in their arms, apparently prey they'd picked up.

They came up to help, some even pulling out gleaming daggers!

Jiang Hao showed no fear, reaching to his waist and drawing out a belt with a metal head.

Against five, he handled them easily.