Urban Genius Divine Doctor

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Teach Him a Lesson

"Goddammit, everyone get him!" Zhu Jian’an’s eyes were red with rage. He pointed a trembling finger at Wang Chenning and commanded viciously, "Beat him until his own mother wouldn’t recognize him! Everyone, attack! Beat him half to death!"

Over twenty young masters and a dozen or so women had come to celebrate Zhang Jinhong’s birthday.

Though most of them were good-for-nothing freeloaders, there was strength in numbers.

Wang Chenning was just one man. Zhu Jian’an and his cronies refused to believe that with so many of them, they couldn’t handle him.

At Zhu Jian’an’s roar, the stunned young masters let out a battle cry and charged toward Wang Chenning.

Instead of dodging, Wang Chenning met the charge head-on. He grabbed the tallest man at the front and hurled him through the air into the crowd.

Amidst a flurry of screams, at least five or six of the young masters were knocked to the ground.

While the other young masters were still reeling in shock, Wang Chenning surged forward with a flurry of punches and kicks, felling another seven or eight of them.

The few young women who had intended to join the fray and let off some steam screamed and fled back to the sofas upon seeing Wang Chenning’s god-like prowess.

With another spinning kick, Wang Chenning took down two more assailants before grabbing Zhang Jinhong, who was scared out of his wits.

"So, it’s your birthday today?" After felling more than a dozen people, Wang Chenning remained perfectly composed, his voice unnervingly pleasant. "Welcome to Li Garden Hall for your birthday party."

As he spoke, Wang Chenning motioned for Zheng Qiuhang to bring him a glass of wine.

Zheng Qiuhang, who was standing by the door, took the hint and immediately handed a glass of red wine to Wang Chenning.

"Let me go!" Zhang Jinhong, his face drained of all color, struggled desperately in Wang Chenning’s grip. "Let me go!"

"But I haven’t wished you a happy birthday yet!" Wang Chenning said, grabbing Zhang Jinhong by the jaw and forcing his mouth open. He then poured the entire glass of red wine down his throat. "A toast to you. I hope you have a very special birthday."

As Wang Chenning was forcing the wine down Zhang Jinhong’s throat, several young masters took the opportunity to rush him. Without even sparing them a glance, Wang Chenning sent them flying, one with each kick.

After emptying the glass down Zhang Jinhong’s throat, Wang Chenning casually tossed the empty glass at another one of the charging profligates.

The glass shattered squarely on the man’s head, splitting his scalp open. Blood streamed down his face.

"AARGH..." With a bloodcurdling scream, the young master who had tried a sneak attack on Wang Chenning clutched his bloody face and crumpled to the floor.

Wang Chenning hauled Zhang Jinhong to his feet, punched him hard in the stomach, and then spun him around at lightning speed.

The wine he had just been forced to swallow shot out of Zhang Jinhong’s mouth in a jet, spraying all over the faces and heads of the seven or eight young masters who were closing in.

The group of young masters cried out in alarm and scrambled back.

As they frantically wiped their faces, Wang Chenning met them with another flurry of punches and kicks, knocking them all to the ground.

Zheng Qiuhang, watching the fight from the sidelines, had been extremely nervous. After all, Wang Chenning was up against more than thirty people.

She had already ordered the head of security to bring his men to the private room, ready to provide backup at a moment’s notice.

But to her surprise, the fight was completely one-sided. Wang Chenning was like an invincible Ultraman, beating the gang of profligates so thoroughly they were powerless to resist.

Although this was the second time she had seen Wang Chenning fight, his opponents last time had only been Wang Jianyong and Zhou Jieyang. Their fighting skills were utter trash and couldn’t be compared to the scene today. Despite her fear, Zheng Qiuhang found it all incredibly thrilling.

She almost jumped for joy, especially after Wang Chenning forced wine down Zhang Jinhong’s throat, then punched him, causing him to spray the wine like a projectile to repel the other young masters. ’This man... He’s so manly!’ Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

After knocking down all the profligates in his way, Wang Chenning walked over to Zhu Jian’an once more.

After taking a slap and a heavy punch from Wang Chenning, Zhu Jian’an was in agony. It took him a long moment to recover.

Seeing Wang Chenning approach him like a vengeful deity, he was so terrified his legs went weak.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, desperately trying to back away. "Stay back, or I’ll call the police!"

Unfortunately for him, there was only a sofa behind him, leaving him nowhere to run.

Wang Chenning reached out, grabbed him by the throat, and slapped him again. "Still acting tough?"

"Let go of me!" Zhu Jian’an was used to being arrogant and wouldn’t back down so easily. Even in Wang Chenning’s grasp, he remained defiant. "You messed with me today, and I won’t let this go! There are people more powerful than you who won’t let you off the hook either! You just wait!"

SLAP! Zhu Jian’an’s defiance earned him another slap from Wang Chenning. "Still talking tough? I’ll keep hitting you until you learn to be quiet!"

"Everyone, get him! I refuse to believe all of us can’t take down one guy!" Across the room, Zhang Jinhong had recovered slightly. Crouching and clutching his still-aching stomach, he roared with bloodshot eyes, "All of you, get him! Cripple him!"

And so, the group of young masters, having just struggled back to their feet, charged at Wang Chenning once more with a howl.

Wang Chenning stood in the middle of the private room. As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four, and they refused to believe he could fend off an attack from so many people at once.

Wang Chenning tossed Zhu Jian’an to the floor and charged forward to meet them.

This time, he didn’t hold back.

He launched himself into the air from a standing position, spinning rapidly and kicking two of the young masters onto a sofa.

Landing on his left leg, he kicked off and leaped again. A powerful sweeping kick sent the defiant birthday boy, Zhang Jinhong, flying straight into a wall. Amidst a bloodcurdling howl, Zhang Jinhong made intimate acquaintance with the wall before sliding limply to the floor, where he lay paralyzed and motionless.

One of the young masters, the most powerfully built of the group—over six feet tall and weighing at least two hundred pounds—took a heavy punch from Wang Chenning before being sent flying by a kick. The kick injured him more severely than the others; he coughed up a large mouthful of blood and passed out on the spot.

Another profligate tried to escape, but he was a step too slow. Wang Chenning kicked him hard against the wall, and he collapsed on top of Zhang Jinhong.

Wang Chenning’s incredible display of power had terrified them all. No one dared to rush forward and challenge him again. Several of the men even tried to hide among the women, cowering like ostriches and trembling in fear.

After effortlessly taking down the entire group, Wang Chenning hauled Zhu Jian’an up again and slapped him casually. "Still want to sleep with our President Zheng?"

Zhu Jian’an had pissed himself in terror. His body trembled uncontrollably, all his bravado gone. "No! We don’t dare! Please, just let us go!"

Wang Chenning slapped Zhu Jian’an again. "Wimping out already? Call yourself a man?"

Zhu Jian’an broke down in tears, begging repeatedly for Wang Chenning to let him go.

Wang Chenning didn’t let go. Instead, he looked over at Zheng Qiuhang with a grin. "They were bullying you earlier. You should get your revenge, don’t you think?"

Zheng Qiuhang understood immediately. She deftly picked up a half-full bottle of red wine and, without the slightest hesitation, brought it smashing down on Zhu Jian’an’s head...

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