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The veterans came down, and they also saw the over a hundred people Wang Xiaomao had called for. They immediately got angry and cursed, "Fuck, think you're great just because you've got more people?"

Li Xiaoyao looked at these veterans with a smile and asked, "Scared or not?"

The veterans kept stern faces and shook their heads with stiff necks, saying, "We're not scared! Isn't it just a fight? Which of us soldiers hasn't had a brawl in the service?"

Li Xiaoyao nodded, then turned his gaze to Zhao Ge. Zhao Ge also had a serious face and said, "Let's do it!"

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Li Xiaoyao said nothing further; he just wanted to see if these veterans were afraid of trouble. After all, fighting would be a regular part of life if they followed him.

The outcome was promising; not a single one of these veterans was afraid of trouble, each with the bullish temperament of thinking they were the best in the world.

Li Xiaoyao liked their spirit—it suited him.

"Come out with me. After we take care of them, we'll go to the bar for drinks," said Li Xiaoyao with a wave of his hand.

Zhao Ge glanced at Li Xiaoyao and sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat disappointed.

He had thought that Li Xiaoyao would deal with the situation calmly, but to his surprise, Li Xiaoyao planned to face the opposition head-on.

The other side had over a hundred people, nearly two for one, while they had only thirteen. Even though they were all veterans, capable of fighting five or six each, there's an old saying that in a melee, even a master can be beaten by a swarm of fists. With over a hundred opponents swarming in, even the most capable fighters among them would surely get hurt.

The lobby manager, standing in the hall of Huaclear Pool, watched Li Xiaoyao and his dozen or so men walk out imposingly and could not help but shake his head, murmuring softly, "In this day and age, too many people are not afraid to die. But those who think they can make their way in the world simply by being ruthless are sorely mistaken."

Outside the Huaclear Pool, Wang Xiaomao stood at the forefront, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes coldly fixed on the Huaclear Pool. Although he'd suffered his share of setbacks in his life, he had never taken as big a loss as he had today.

He had to take back what was his.

"Dare to hit me? Fuck your mother, don't you know who Wang Xiaomao is?" Wang Xiaomao snorted coldly to himself, seemingly already envisioning Li Xiaoyao begging for mercy beneath his feet.

"Brother Mao, what's the background of that group?" a lackey asked.

"Who cares about their background? If they dare to mess with me, I'll beat them till they question their existence," replied Wang Xiaomao coldly.

The lackey said with a flattering laugh, "Right, that kid really had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard, daring to mess with Brother Mao."

Suddenly, a lackey shouted, "They're coming out, they're coming out."

Wang Xiaomao looked over and sure enough, Li Xiaoyao was leading a group of tall and sturdy veterans with a fierce aura from the Huaclear Pool.

As Li Xiaoyao exited the Huaclear Pool and stopped about ten meters away from Wang Xiaomao, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then pulled out a box of matches. Just as he was about to strike a light, he heard an angry roar from Wang Xiaomao on the other side.

"Hack him!"

Following Wang Xiaomao's roar, the crowd of over a hundred people erupted and charged toward Li Xiaoyao.

The sight of over a hundred people charging at the same time was stunningly shocking, causing the shopkeepers in San Tiao Alley and the passersby who were out shopping or eating to stand on the sidewalk, looking on with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Such a large-scale melee was not a common sight in Ling City.

Many people stretched their necks, trying to catch a glimpse of the poor souls who were being ganged up on by over a hundred people, curious about their appearance.

But when they looked through the crowd and saw Li Xiaoyao lighting his cigarette with an air of nonchalance, they were all dumbfounded.

What the fuck, what time is it? And he still has the leisure to smoke?

Has he gone mad? Can't he see there are over a hundred people charging at him?

The onlookers sighed inwardly, thinking that someone could still take the time to show off by smoking at a time like this, and they figured he deserved it if he got beaten to death.

The former soldiers standing behind Li Xiaoyao were also looking gravely serious. To tell the truth, seeing Li Xiaoyao smoking calmly in such a situation made their hearts twitch as well.

Of course, Li Xiaoyao wasn't insane. There were just over a hundred street thugs. In his eyes, these hundred-plus people weren't even as big a threat as the eleven former soldiers behind him.

In the face of absolute power, any strategy of outnumbering the opponent is garbage.

The thug at the very front, holding a steel pipe in his right hand, lunged forward. He raised the pipe high and aimed to smash it down on Li Xiaoyao's head.

But just then, Li Xiaoyao suddenly moved. He took a lightning-fast step forward, his right hand shaped into a blade, and he stabbed fiercely into the man's chest.

"Crack!" The man's chest emitted a sound of breaking bones, his body as if struck by a massive force, flew backward violently.

Li Xiaoyao took the opportunity to reach out with his right hand and snatch the steel pipe from the man's grasp, then dashed into the crowd in an instant.

The former soldiers behind him joined the fray at this point. They had all been the best of their units and had to leave the service for various reasons.

But facing these thugs, who only knew how to fight and intimidate, they showed no fear. With only their bare fists, they were capable of killing all around them.

The watching crowd's eyes widened in shock as they saw Li Xiaoyao's small team of just over a dozen people. They thought their eyes mist be playing tricks on them, otherwise, how could these few manage not to be overwhelmed by the hundred-plus thugs?

Especially Li Xiaoyao, who was like the Grim Reaper walking out of Hell—wherever he went, the thugs fell like harvested wheat.

Wang Xiaomao had gone from full confidence at the start to fear now, watching Li Xiaoyao crazily knocking down the thugs almost one punch at a time.

The manager of Huaqing Pool had gone from initial calmness to surprise, and now stood up from the sofa, shock written all over his face.

Over 170 thugs, in less than five minutes, were all lying on the ground, they were all out of breath.

And out of these more than 170 thugs, Li Xiaoyao had taken care of 120 by himself. The horror of his combat prowess was plain to see.

Zhao Ge and the others stood panting on the spot, looking at the thugs lying on the ground in shock, then they turned their astonished gazes toward Li Xiaoyao.

"Is Brother Li really this fucking awesome?" The former soldiers' eyes were about to pop out.

"Fuck, Brother Li is too fucking awesome, damn, could it be that Brother Li retired from the Dragon Group?"

"Even the Dragon Group isn't as badass as Brother Li."

Zhao Ge's shock was no less than theirs; he had originally thought that Li Xiaoyao was overestimating himself, but now he understood Li Xiaoyao wasn't boasting at all – he truly possessed absolute strength.

The onlooking crowd was so shocked they were at a loss for words. The entire San Tiao Alley was filled with people from back to front, and yet the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Wang Xiaomao was the only one who hadn't been hurt because Li Xiaoyao had deliberately left him alone.

A gust of wind blew by, and Wang Xiaomao could even hear the faint whistling sound as it passed by his ears. His eyes were filled with terror, and his body was shaking uncontrollably as he watched Li Xiaoyao steadily approaching him without daring to make a move.

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