My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 71 Lone Ranger

Bang!

Another marble zoomed through the air, this time striking Mensi's hand directly. He screamed as the machete again fell to the floor. His five fingers could not stop shaking. There was no doubt that his carpal bones were seriously damaged, possibly broken.

"Are you not ashamed to torture a woman like that?"

Qin Feng jumped down from a dark stairway. He had been peeking in through the windows for some time now, but he could not see a way to get in unnoticed. Then, he found the opening of an air duct on the second floor. The duct was also a maintenance shaft for the fire protection system, so it was large enough for an adult to climb in.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Qin Feng stopped about ten meters away from Mensi and his gang.

Mensi looked nervous. "Who the h.e.l.l are you?"

"You can call me the Lone Ranger for now."

Yes, Qin Feng was wearing a ski mask and was dressed in black. He had watched the entire course of events, from Ru Ru being tortured with the mouse to the moment Mensi decided to chop her to pieces. In fact, he just didn't care enough to intervene at first, but in the end, he was moved by Ru Ru's unyielding spirit. Such a dauntless woman was definitely good to have on Zhao Jun's side. Not saving her would simply not be right.

He just didn't know if the mouse really bit Ru Ru's junk. If so, he was afraid Zhao Jun would not want her anymore.

But now was not the time to think of this. Now was the time for Qin Feng to fight and drive off the uninvited guests in front of him.

"The Lone Ranger, huh? Alone?"

Mensi growled, holding his injured hand. "Let's beat him till his ears are ringing! Show him what you've got, boys!"

"Come at me!" Qin Feng took up a fighting stance with an indifferent face. He didn't take the 20 people in front of him very seriously. "You had better all attack together. The sooner I'm done with you, the sooner I can go home."

Since Qin Feng had come wearing a mask, he was not afraid of his ident.i.ty being exposed. He didn't have to hold back this time.

Being in Tianhe was a bit frustrating to him. Whenever he fought, he had to hold back some of his strength in order to not arouse too much suspicion. Gold-cla.s.s Special Forces operatives like Qin Feng weren't exactly growing on trees, after all.

The Special Forces had a rating system for fighting ability: iron, bronze, silver, platinum, and gold. That was why Qin Feng's team was called the "Golden Four". No more than ten people could hold the Gold level in the entire nation, and their one group accounted for four out of ten.

But now one was dead, while another was missing.

Thinking of this filled Qin Feng's heart with dull rage. It's been too long since he got to vent some of it.

20 fierce men rushed Qin Feng simultaneously, all armed with metal pipes or knives. They were all professional thugs who had been in this business for years. Although they had no formal training, their valiant strength and practical fighting skills made each one a match for three or four ordinary men.

Qin Feng did not bring a weapon. He spread out his hands, provocatively beckoning them with his fingers. "Come on, baby, let me see your pa.s.sion. You better satisfy me!"

Qin Feng looked serious most of the time, but in fact, all his fights in Tianhe so far were pretty boring to him. If he really unleashed the full strength of his arms and legs, he could frighten even himself.

The gangsters couldn't stand Qin Feng's provocation and immediately rushed forward, roaring and swinging their weapons.

The sisters and waiters on the dance floor, including Ru Ru, who had just narrowly escaped death, all looked to Qin Feng with mixed feelings. Although they did not know who this heavenly savior was or how strong he was, everyone in the room knew that this strange fellow was about to be crushed to a pulp and become the next target for Mensi's perverse pleasure.

Two receptionists huddled together on the ground muttered amongst themselves, "This guy must want to die to run in here like he's all that. This is gonna be good."

"You don't say! Looks like he's done for. These guys are way badder than our bouncers, they're all so ripped... One of them is actually pretty cute. That one over there wearing a red vest."

"Are you serious, you dumba.s.s? You think this is the time to check out the cute boys?"

"Hey, this Lone Ranger guy looks pretty good, though. He saved Sister Ru, after all. If he hadn't appeared, I'm afraid Ru would have been..."

"Look, he's actually doing it..."

Everyone looked to Qin Feng. When his 20 or so a.s.sailants were just half a meter in front of him, Qin Feng squatted down sharply with a powerful 360-degree leg sweep. The seven or eight closest thugs fell to the ground immediately, b.u.mping into their accomplices behind them. The ones in the rear were powerless to do anything but watch their vanguard fall apart.

However, this was only the beginning. Qin Feng leapt up like a spring and slammed his foot into a large, fat face. The gangster's whole body flew back five or six meters, knocking over those behind him like bowling pins.

Then, Qin Feng turned around and seized the arm of a gangster sneaking up on him with a knife. With a sharp tug forward and a single palm strike directly to the back of his head, the man immediately collapsed to the ground.

Qin Feng moved like lightning. He bent at the waist and dodged two long knives coming from behind him. Bouncing back upright, he grabbed both men's knife arms and pulled sharply. The blades in their hands plunged directly into each other's guts.

Blood splashed across the floor as the two fell to their knees, their eyes rolling in their sockets.

The hostage employees looked on in amazement. No one expected this lone wolf to actually take on the whole gang so effortlessly.

However, the Ji Jiangshan's men were no pushovers. They had underestimated the enemy at first. No one thought that that guy could fight back in the crus.h.i.+ng momentum of the encirclement, let alone take out so many of them so fast.

Readjusting their formation, the dozen-or-so still-standing men became more cautious. They winked and made quick gestures to each other, secretly coordinating their next attack.

Qin Feng naturally ignored these tricks, but he was actually quite surprised. In the modern world, everything is about keeping up with the times. Who would've thought that even street thugs had begun utilizing tactical formations and coordinating with a military-style sign language.

However, in Qin Feng's view, they had only learned the most basic skills. Their gestures and eyes plainly exposed their intentions, making their efforts somewhat superfluous.

"Is everything alright? If you want to fight, get on with it before I get bored and leave."

Qin Feng spread his hands to goad them on, "Common, I'm late for dinner!"

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, almost the peak hour of the nightlife business. He wanted to fight off those gangsters as fast as he could and then let the waiters clean the place up so that the Supersonic could open normally that night.

Nightclubs were no different from any other venue. An unplanned and unexpected closing could be devastating for business.

If customers eager for a good night out came and saw a locked door, they would simply move on to other venues. Not only the same day's revenue would be diminished, but the whole business would be affected for a very long time. The potential harm was immeasurable.

"Come on, brothers!" said a tall man standing in the middle of the group. He was as skinny as a stick of firewood, but he looked nimble and his eyes were bright. He seemed like a man who could use his brain.

In order to avoid being injured, the gangsters adopted a very sneaky tactic.

Moving simultaneously, the seven men in front of Qin Feng, led by the tall guy, threw their sharp blades at him, two meters away. Those behind him leapt out of the way as fast as they could to avoid being hurt by accident.

This was the safest means of attack. As long as they had knives to throw, they could keep working together to overwhelm him. Even a woman could beat this solo man with that trick!

All seven sharp, 70-centimeter-long machetes whirled through the air toward Qin Feng. It was a very primitive attack, but it was very practical. At such close range, any normal person would have no hope of dodging.

Qin Feng hummed disdainfully, "Are you guys holding your best moves back or what?"

He knew what they were going to do as soon as they raised their arms, and just as the tips of the machetes were about to hit him, he dropped flat on the ground, calmly crossing his legs. Not a single strand of hair on his head was lost, while the machetes all crashed into the stone wall behind him with a cacophonous clatter.

Qin Feng took a lazy drag on his cigarette and stretched lazily, swinging up his ankles, "Man, can't you guys take this a bit more seriously? I'm getting really bored of your games!"

"Come on, jump him! Hold him down and kill him!" The distant Mensi was the first to react, breaking into a sprint. Looking at this 1.9-meter-tall giant, Qin Feng could not help but flash a mocking smirk, "Oh s.h.i.+t, I got my date all worked up! What was I thinking?"

This time, the whole club panicked. No one saw happened with Qin Feng, but more than a dozen people all jumped him at once, piling on top of him like a human pyramid.

It's just... Their leader, Mensi, was the first to jump.

A m.u.f.fled, wheezy roar came out of the pile, "Oh G.o.d, you're killing me! Get off me, get off me! s.h.i.+t, you're gonna crush my ribs!"

Needless to say, these were the suffocated screams of Mensi, pinned to the floor at the bottom of the pile, "Which son of a b.i.t.c.h is at the top!?"

The sisters and waiters on the dance floor and Ru Ru didn't see where Qin Feng went, but after a while, they heard the tinkle of a gla.s.s filled with wine shattering in the VIP area on the second floor. "Is this wine fake? It's way worse than my bar's!"