"Ah! Boss, stop hitting him, let's get out of here!" Danny Dean, quick-eyed, saw a whole group of security guards rushing this way and hurriedly shouted to Alex Easton.
"Oh! Okay—let me stomp him one more time, it's just too satisfying—" Alex Easton also realized things were going south. As he spoke, he slipped on his slippers and landed a hard kick right on Vincent Wang's chubby face.
"Waaah—" Vincent Wang let out a pig-like scream, a deep red mark from a size 26 and a half slipper left across his face.
"Boss, let's go!" Jake Jewel also grabbed Alex Easton's arm, giving Vincent Wang two more kicks for good measure. Then the three of them turned and ran toward the other end of the parking lot. As Alex Easton passed Shawn Young, he reached out and pulled him along, saying, "Third Bro, we gotta bail! If the security guards catch us, we're doomed! They'll beat us to a pulp!"
"Huh—not really? Are those security guards that tough?" Shawn Young didn't seem interested in running away, strolling slowly because he wasn't scared at all. With his current skills, these twenty-something security guards were no big deal.
"Come on, Third Bro, let's just go! Forgot to tell you, Vincent Wang is one of the owners of this Golden Dragon V nightclub! If we don't run, those security guards will work extra hard to beat us up, and then we're toast!" Alex Easton explained as he dragged Shawn Young out.
But just as the four of them rounded the corner of the parking lot, a dozen security guards appeared ahead, blocking their way. Turns out the guards knew they were trying to escape and split into two groups to cover both entrances, effectively surrounding them.
"Crap—this is bad! We're totally trapped, Boss, what do we do now?" Danny Dean asked Alex Easton, his voice trembling as he watched the security guards advance with black batons, swallowing hard and feeling his scalp tingle.
"I have no idea! Worst case, we fight them—sigh—sorry, brothers, I dragged you all into this mess!" Alex Easton said apologetically.
"Uh—Boss, don't say that! We're brothers, we don't talk about dragging each other down! I'll call the cops!" Jake Jewel stayed pretty calm, pulled out his phone, and started dialing.
Unexpectedly, the woman who followed behind saw Jake Jewel's move and shrieked, "That guy's trying to call the cops! Don't let him! Beat them up, beat them to death if you have to! You must avenge Young Master Wang!"
The security guards didn't hesitate and immediately closed in. One of the guards in front raised his black baton and viciously swung it at Jake Jewel's head, not caring that a blow like that could cripple someone.
Standing nearby, Shawn Young quickly yanked Jake Jewel by the collar and pulled him back a few steps, dodging the dangerous blow. Jake Jewel's phone fell to the ground, and just as he tried to bend down to pick it up—"Smack!" The guard stomped his phone to pieces and came at him again, raising his baton to smash Jake Jewel's face.
"You bastard! That was my Nokia N9! It cost a fortune!! Damn it, I'm gonna fight you to the death—" Jake Jewel was furious watching his Nokia N9 get crushed, and charged at the guard in a rage.
"Bang—" The guard's baton landed squarely on his head, no surprise there.
"Oww—damn, that hurts!!" Jake Jewel saw stars and squatted down, his forehead throbbing with pain and a hot, splitting sensation. When he touched his head, his hand came away bloody. Furious, he howled, "Damn—You stomped my phone and made me bleed! I'm gonna crush your balls!"
With that, Jake Jewel went berserk and charged at the guard, ready to fight to the death. The other guards closed in, raising their batons and mercilessly pounding on Jake Jewel's body. Just as disaster seemed imminent, Shawn Young darted forward, his right hand flickering with energy, creating a phantom in midair that swept toward the batons aimed at Jake Jewel.
"Smack—smack—smack—smack—" A series of crisp sounds rang out as seven or eight batons were sent flying into the air by a powerful, mysterious force.
Before the guards surrounding Jake Jewel could figure out what happened, they all suddenly felt a burning pain on their faces, as if they'd been slapped hard. One by one, they were sent flying several meters away, crashing to the ground, seeing stars and completely dazed, unable to get up for a long time.
"Damn! Seriously? Third Bro, how'd you get so strong!?"
"Awesome! Third Bro, where'd you learn that? Did you get possessed by Ip Man or something?"
"Whoa—Third Bro, you're freaking amazing! That's so cool!" Jake Jewel, Alex Easton, and Danny Dean were stunned, jaws dropping wide enough to swallow an ostrich egg as they watched Shawn Young casually knock out seven or eight burly security guards with a wave of his hand.
"Hehe—just call me cool, but skip the rest—" Shawn Young grinned, then struck a cocky pose, tossing his hair like a movie star trying to look even cooler.
By now, Vincent Wang had been helped up by the woman. Covering his swollen, pig-like face, he shouted from afar, "Get them! Beat them to death if you have to! I'll give you all a raise, a bonus, a car!"
Big rewards bring out brave men. Spurred by Vincent Wang's promise, all the security guards rushed in, completely surrounding the four, their aggressive posture making it clear they meant business.
"Crap, they want us dead! Guys, things are getting hairy, let's get out of here!" Alex Easton saw trouble brewing and called for everyone to run.
"Uh—no need, guys step back. Let me handle these clowns!" Shawn Young didn't run, but turned to Alex Easton and the others, then strode straight toward the guards.
"Third Bro—be careful!" Alex Easton shouted in alarm, but before he could finish, Shawn Young had already charged forward, his hands moving like lightning. He was so fast, all they saw were a few blurry afterimages.
"Boom—boom—boom—boom—" A series of thuds echoed as the guards who'd surrounded them were sent flying several meters, rolling across the ground, twitching like they'd been electrocuted, groaning and totally unable to get up.
"Heh—what a bunch of clueless rookies!" Shawn Young clapped his hands and sneered, curling his lip in disdain.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad! Triple Force Lightning Strike! You really do have some skills!" A powerful male voice suddenly called out from outside.