Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

A group of people approached aggressively. Zhao Dong, who was sipping his drink, looked up and narrowed his eyes.

These men were clearly trouble, and from the looks of it, they were probably coming for him and Lin Qingyun.

Still, Zhao Dong paid them no mind and continued to drink by himself.

Huo Shan and his crew arrived, gave Zhao Dong a chilling look, then scoffed. They kicked the booth next to them and cursed, "Everyone, get the fuck out! We're taking this spot!"

The booth was occupied by a few young men and their dates, who went pale with fear at the sight of Huo Shan's gang.

With the girls there, one of the young men couldn't stand the humiliation and said, forcing himself to be brave, "By what right? This... this is our booth!"

"By what right?" Huo Shan sneered, suddenly grabbing the young man by the neck and slapping him across the face several times.

Compared to Huo Shan, the young men looked like skinny dogs next to a black bear.

The young man was slapped so hard he could barely open his eyes, his face covered in red palm prints.

Kicking the young man away, Huo Shan said coldly, "Now you tell me, by what right?"

The young men were thoroughly terrified. Without another word, they lowered their heads and scurried away.

Huo Shan even gave one of the departing girls a vicious pinch on the behind, making her shriek, which only made his men roar with laughter.

Although the young men were furious, they didn't dare say a word and left dejectedly.

Huo Shan sat down, and his crew immediately took over the booth.

Zhao Dong and Lin Qingyun both frowned as they watched. Lin Qingyun whispered, her voice laced with disgust, "What kind of people are they? They have no manners at all."

Zhao Dong took a sip of his drink and said calmly, "Who cares, honey. Let's just have our drinks."

Lin Qingyun bit her lip and suddenly asked, "Zhao Dong... if that was me being bullied just now, would you have stood up for me?"

Zhao Dong replied earnestly, "No, I wouldn't."

Lin Qingyun was overcome with disappointment. She glanced at him and asked, unable to accept it, "Why not?"

"The most rational thing to do in that situation would be to call the police. Think about it. If we were up against those burly guys, I definitely couldn't beat them. If I stepped up, they would beat me to death. Even in the unlikely event that I did win, I'd probably end up in jail for three to five years. So, the smart thing to do is call the police."

Lin Qingyun bit her lip and murmured an "oh." What Zhao Dong said was right. But sometimes, that wasn't the answer a woman wanted to hear. After all, what woman doesn't want a man by her side who is willing to do anything for her?

Zhao Dong glanced at her and said with a grin, "Are you angry, honey? Come on, don't be. I was just joking with you. If anything happened to you, I'd be the first one in there. How could I ever let someone bully you?"

Lin Qingyun shot him a look. "Who knows if you're telling the truth or just lying."

Zhao Dong just smiled wryly and said nothing. He drained his glass in one go, but just as the liquor hit his mouth, the back of his seat was violently shoved.

Since the booth seats were connected, a hard push on the other side was clearly felt where Zhao Dong was sitting.

Zhao Dong frowned. He had nearly choked on his drink. He looked over and saw it was the same group of burly men.

The men seemed to be getting into their cups, drunkenly slamming against the backrest from time to time, and Zhao Dong was bearing the brunt of it.

His gaze grew cold. After enduring it for another moment, he reached back and tapped the shoulder of the man sitting behind him.

The large man whipped his head around, frowning fiercely, and snarled at Zhao Dong, "What's your problem?"

Zhao Dong smiled. "Friend, drink all you want, but could you please stop hitting the backrest? It's making it pretty uncomfortable to sit here."

"If you're uncomfortable, then get the hell out! Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?" the burly man retorted, glaring at Zhao Dong. He downed the rest of his drink and shot him a disdainful look.

Zhao Dong frowned and clicked his tongue. "Brother, we're all just here to have a good time. Why look for trouble?"

The moment he said that, the big man shot to his feet, clutching a beer bottle as he stared coldly at Zhao Dong. "Say that again?"

Seeing the situation escalating, Lin Qingyun quickly stood up to intervene. "I'm so sorry, my... my husband has had too much to drink. It's our fault, really!"

She quickly shot Zhao Dong a look, pleading with him not to cause a scene.

But Zhao Dong just narrowed his eyes. "Honey, I'm not drunk. I think someone here is just looking for a fight."

"Zhao Dong!" Lin Qingyun's face turned pale. She glared at him before turning back to Huo Shan's crew. "Sirs, I'm truly sorry. My husband... he really has had too much to drink tonight. I apologize on his behalf."

Saying this, she raised her glass and took a placating sip.

Huo Shan gave the big man a look. The man let out a sinister sneer. "Your girl's not bad. I'll let it slide this time. But if you keep whining, I'll beat you to death!"

The group turned away, and a cold smile flashed across Huo Shan's face. A moment later, he nodded at the big man.

The man immediately started bumping Zhao Dong's seat again, this time on purpose.

At that, Zhao Dong's brows knitted together tightly. He had wanted to avoid trouble, especially with Lin Qingyun and Yang Sixue present, but that didn't mean he was willing to be humiliated.

He turned his head and tapped the man's shoulder again, a smirk playing on his lips. "Brother, got an itch you can't scratch by sitting still?"

The big man shot up, grabbing Zhao Dong by the collar. "You fucking idiot, you think I'm playing games? You keep running your mouth, you believe I won't kill you?"

Zhao Dong's smile didn't falter. "Friend, I don't like people grabbing my collar. You have three seconds to let go."

"Fuck you!" The man lifted the beer bottle and brought it crashing down toward Zhao Dong's head. Zhao Dong's eyes went ice-cold, a frigid light flashing within them.

In the instant the bottle descended, he shot his knee up, driving it into the man's stomach.

The man doubled over, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain. With cold fury in his eyes, Zhao Dong grabbed the man's throat and slammed him backward!

The huge man, weighing over two hundred and twenty pounds and standing over six-foot-three, crashed hard onto the glass table of their booth!

The glass top shattered instantly, sending shards flying everywhere.

The man screamed in agony, his back a bloody mess from the glass. Huo Shan and his men were instantly outraged. "Son of a bitch, you dare fight back?" Huo Shan roared. "Brothers, beat him to death!"

The whole group lunged at Zhao Dong. He just sneered, whipping his leg out and kicking the two men in front of him.

Blood sprayed from their mouths as they were sent flying. Zhao Dong then clenched his fists and slammed them into two others.

Their bodies crumpled as if hit by a sledgehammer. Blood poured from their noses and mouths as they crashed to the floor, knocked unconscious.

The remaining men, Huo Shan and two of his thugs, were stunned by Zhao Dong's fighting prowess. Huo Shan swallowed hard, his face paling as he stammered, "You... you got a death wish? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Zhao Dong sneered, "And who might you be?"

"I... I'm Huo Shan! I run with the underworld in East Sea! You touch me, you're dead!"

"To hell with you!" Zhao Dong cursed, unleashing a high roundhouse kick that smashed into Huo Shan's midsection.

Huo Shan never expected Zhao Dong to be so fast. He was sent flying sideways, crashing hard against the wall.

The last two thugs were dumbfounded. They exchanged a look and charged at Zhao Dong together.

Zhao Dong gave a frigid smile. As they closed in, he grabbed both of them by the hair and slammed their heads together.

THUD!

With a sickening crack and a spray of blood, they both slumped to the ground, their heads broken and bleeding.

The entire bar witnessed the brawl in shocked silence. Everyone was stunned by the brutal display and quickly backed away.

Not far away, Ning Zifeng saw the whole thing, his pupils shrinking.

He slammed his glass on the table. "Damn it! How is that bastard so strong?" A cold light flickered in his eyes as he scrambled to think of a solution.

Meanwhile, Yang Sixue saw the commotion and rushed over. When she saw Zhao Dong standing over a group of downed men, she was completely stunned, and her face turned deathly pale.

"Zhao Dong... are you insane? How could you cause trouble in this bar?" Yang Sixue was both furious and terrified—furious at Zhao Dong's impulsiveness, and terrified because the bar's proprietress was not someone to be trifled with. Starting a fight here meant Zhao Dong was in for a world of hurt.

Lin Qingyun was equally shocked, staring blankly at Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, you... you..."

Zhao Dong looked at the two women and grinned. "It's fine. Those assholes had it coming."

Yang Sixue's face was a mask of tension and helplessness. "It doesn't matter what the reason was, you can't cause trouble here! We can't afford to offend the people behind this place! It's over, Zhao Dong! We have to go, now!"

With that, she grabbed both Lin Qingyun and Zhao Dong, about to pull them away.

But at that very moment, a woman in a flowing, wine-red dress appeared on the stairs, slowly descending from the floor above.