allendalepharm Chapter 65: The Man Who Killed People
Chapter 65: The Man Who Killed People
That night, Causeway Bay.
Qiankun Bar~
This bar is owned by Liang Kun, whose real name is Li Qiankun. He used his own name instead of the bar's name.
Tonight, Qiankun Bar is bursting with energy.
With a new leader taking over Hung Hing, and Ugly Kun feeling great after witnessing Chan Ho-nam's humiliating defeat at the funeral hall, he naturally couldn't resist going out partying.
Drinks were served freely throughout the venue... All the most glamorous dancers in Hong Kong were here tonight... and there were even genuine Japanese girls.
The deafening techno music, like a tangible fist, pounded into everyone's eardrums and hearts. Huge neon signs flashed wildly in the night, making the characters "乾坤" (Qiankun) appear like burning will-o'-the-wisps. A long queue had already formed at the entrance, but those who could enter tonight were either the rich and powerful or Liang Kun's most trusted lieutenants.
Inside the bar, the air was as murky as an unblemished paint layer. A suffocating mix of strong smells of smoke, cheap perfume, sweat, and alcohol created a psychedelic atmosphere.
Multicolored laser beams cut and leaped across the wildly twisting human body, creating bizarre and fantastical illusions.
In the center of the venue, the huge dance floor resembled a boiling porridge pot. The gang of Red Sticks and 49s under Brother Kun's command were expressing their ecstasy at the new leader's coronation in the most primitive way (group sex).
"Red Stick" A-Qiang, with his bare shoulders covered in dragon tattoos and a thumb-thick gold chain around his neck, was wildly rocking a scantily clad dancer. One hand was roughly kneading the woman's breasts, while the other held a bottle of Black Label whiskey aloft, the golden liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, mixed with sweat and saliva.
Several equally burly henchmen were gathered around a curling stone, greedily slurping up the "number four" that Brother Kun had "rewarded" them with, their eyes unfocused and their faces twisted with silly grins.
"Long live Brother Kun!"
"Cheers! Tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk. Kun's on the tab."
Frenzied shouts rose and fell, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and exaggerated screams from women.
Just as the extreme noise and decadence reached their peak, the heavy doors of the bar were silently pushed open.
A man and a woman entered.
The man had a buzz cut, and his face beneath it was as if carved from stone. He had a cold and stern expression and wore a sharp dark gray suit, but the oversized suit could not hide the explosive muscles inside him.
This man was none other than Hara Aono, the wakagashira (young leader) of the Yamaguchi-gumi's Tojo-kai.
Half a step behind him stood a woman dressed in an elegant but exquisitely tailored kimono. Her hair was styled in a traditional bun, revealing her long, slender, snow-white neck. Her face was delicately beautiful, like a doll's, her eyes lowered, her aura as serene and aloof as a wild orchid in a secluded valley. Even in the dim, flickering light, her otherworldly beauty instantly overshadowed all the heavily made-up, vulgar women in the room. She was Hara Aono's wife—Tokugawa Yuki.
Such a pure woman was like a pristine snow lotus stepping into a filthy swamp, instantly attracting countless gazes. Amazement, greed, curiosity, lust… a multitude of emotions intertwined in the drunken gangster's eyes.
Wow, that woman is so hot.
"What's going on here? Are you filming?"
"Hey, little girl in a kimono, come over and have a drink with your big brother first."
Several drunken thugs, emboldened by the alcohol, staggered over to him, completely unaware that the man beside them was none other than Yuan Qingnan, whom even their boss had to be wary of.
Driven by lust, the gangster's gaze roamed brazenly over Tokugawa Yuki's body, his mouth practically watering.
One of the guys, with dyed blond hair and reeking of alcohol, was the boldest. He actually reached out and tried to touch Mrs. Chiyo's fair and smooth cheek, his breath reeking of alcohol: "Little sister, your skin looks so smooth... let big brother touch it."
Just as his dirty hand was about to touch Tokugawa Yuki—
"Click."
A sickeningly sharp, bone-crackling sound suddenly drowned out the deafening music.
Huang Mao didn't even see what happened; he only felt an indescribable pain in his wrist. His outstretched hand bent backward at an unnatural angle, and his wrist bone was crushed.
The one who took action was naturally Yuan Qingnan.
His movements were so fast they were like a ghost's, and no one even noticed when he made his move.
Huang Mao then realized what was happening and let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
He didn't even glance at the blond-haired man, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust.
As the blond-haired man screamed in agony, his other hand gripped the throat of another thug who was reaching out to pull at Lady Chiyo's kimono sleeve, like an iron clamp.
"Uh..." The thug only managed a short whimper before he was lifted off the ground by an irresistible force. Yuan Qingnan's eyes remained vacant, his arm muscles slightly bulging, and he swung them sharply to the side.
"Bang."
The thug was slammed onto the table piled with bottles like a tattered sack. Glass shards flew everywhere, and liquor spilled all over the place. The thug didn't even utter a sound before he passed out, his body riddled with glass shards, and his blood instantly stained the table.
The sudden, bloody incident plunged the entire bar into a deathly silence. The music was still playing, but everyone on the dance floor stopped moving and stared in astonishment at the door.
"You bastards! Who dares to cause trouble on my turf?" The nearest gangster, Ah Qiang, was the first to react. His drunkenness instantly sobered him up, and with a roar, he grabbed a beer bottle from the table and charged at Yuan Qingnan. His henchmen also snapped out of their daze, grabbing bottles and chairs and yelling as they pounced on him.
Facing seven or eight menacing thugs rushing towards him, Yuan Qingnan's eyes remained unwavering. He gently shielded his wife behind him, ensuring she wouldn't be caught in the crossfire.
They had no weapons, only a pair of fists and two legs.
His movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless to the extreme.
He dodged the beer bottle that A-Qiang threw at him by sidestepping, and then delivered a swift chop to A-Qiang's wrist holding the bottle.
"Crack." It was the sound of a wrist bone breaking again.
Ah Qiang screamed and threw away the bottle.
Without pausing, Yuan Qingnan delivered a swift, axe-like low sweep kick, striking the outside of the knee of another henchman who was charging at the front.
"Thump." A dull thud was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering.
The younger brother screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his twisted leg.
Immediately afterwards, Yuan Qingnan moved nimbly through the narrow space like a butterfly flitting among flowers, each strike landing precisely on the most vulnerable joints of the human body.
Elbow strike to the Adam's apple.
Knee strikes the ribs.
Chop the side of the neck with your palm.
Joint lock.
The movements were so fast that only a blur remained. The sounds of bones cracking, screams of pain, and bodies crashing against tables and chairs rang out in rapid succession.
Less than twenty seconds.
The seven or eight thugs who rushed up, along with the blond-haired guy from the beginning, all collapsed to the ground like rag dolls. Some were clutching their severed limbs and howling in pain, while others were foaming at the mouth and unconscious.