Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"You've got some nerve, kid!" Brother Long snarled, immediately taking out his phone to make a call.

"Get all the brothers to the hotel! Why? What the fuck do you mean, 'why'? I got beat up! Is that reason enough?" he roared into the phone. "Everyone grab your weapons! I'm taking this bastard's life today!"

He ended the call with another furious shout and slammed the phone against the wall.

When the crowd heard Brother Long calling for backup, another surge of fear washed over them.

"This is bad. Brother Long's thugs are all desperate criminals. That kid had better run!"

"He's as good as dead if he waits for Brother Long's men to arrive!"

"Sigh, he's a handsome young man, too. I hope he doesn't do anything rash!"

The onlookers murmured among themselves. Although they had long since grown tired of Brother Long's behavior, none of them dared to let him hear their complaints.

At that moment, Wang Jing's courage was also shattered by the call for backup. She frantically grabbed Zhao Dong's arm, her voice full of concern. "Zhao Dong, we have to get out of here! Brother Long has dozens of thugs. You can't afford to provoke him!"

"We're not leaving!" Zhao Dong's expression was firm. "This isn't over until I get justice for you!"

Wang Jing opened her mouth to argue, but the resolute look in his eyes made her fall silent. She was terrified, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to refuse him after seeing his determination.

She shook her head with a bitter smile. If we're going to die, then let us die together. Perhaps dying with Zhao Dong would be the best ending for me.

「After a while.」

A dense crowd of men swarmed the hotel entrance.

Brother Long spoke with arrogance, "Kid, you dare follow me to the entrance?"

"Suit yourself," Zhao Dong replied indifferently, leading Wang Jing downstairs.

This time, Zhao Dong intended to end this problem once and for all. He would crush every last ace up Brother Long's sleeve.

「Downstairs.」

Brother Long stepped out of the hotel and immediately waded into the throng of his thugs. Without wasting a single word, he pointed a finger at Zhao Dong and bellowed, "Get him! Beat him to death! Whoever kills him gets a million from me!"

A handsome reward makes for brave men. Besides, they had no idea what Zhao Dong was capable of. The mob of thugs charged forward with savage howls and roars. The onlookers cried out in alarm, many covering their eyes in fear.

But in the next instant, Zhao Dong's figure flickered like a phantom and vanished into the crowd.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A series of muffled impacts and agonized screams echoed through the air. In just a few dozen seconds, when the crowd finally processed what was happening, Zhao Dong was already standing before Brother Long. Surrounding him were dozens of thugs, all on the ground, clutching their legs. Their limbs were bent at grotesque angles, clearly broken.

"Had enough!?"

Those two words seemed to pierce Brother Long's very soul, draining the color from his face and making his legs tremble uncontrollably.

As the onlookers snapped back to reality, they erupted in gasps of astonishment.

"A god! He's a god! That motherfucker isn't human!"

"No wonder! No wonder this guy was so cocky! Turns out he really has the strength to back it up!"

"Who would've thought Brother Long would see a day like this? This is so damn satisfying!"

"Go, young man, go! Kill him! Kill him!"

The crowd was flushed with excitement. Wang Jing's beautiful eyes also shone with a strange light. Amidst her shock, an even deeper affection blossomed.

Trembling with fear, Brother Long still refused to back down. With forced composure, he threatened, "Kid, so what if you beat up a few average Joes? What kind of skill is that? You just wait! I've got more men!"

With that, he hurriedly made another phone call.

「Five minutes later.」

A pure black Jeep Wrangler screeched to a halt at the hotel entrance. The door swung open, and an absolute hulk of a man, well over two meters tall, strode out.

The moment they saw him, the crowd went wild.

"Holy shit! Is that… is that Wang Qiang, the Provincial City's underground boxing champion?"

"I heard he once killed a raging bull with a single punch! Brother Long actually managed to call him?"

"It's over. That young guy is tough, but Wang Qiang is on a whole other level!"

"Sigh... just when someone finally stood up to Brother Long, is he going to die just like that?"

A wave of sighs swept through the onlookers as Wang Qiang swaggered over to Brother Long.

Brother Long pointed at Zhao Dong and commanded, "Kill him for me! As long as you kill him, I'll pay for you to compete in Beijing!"

Hearing this, Wang Qiang's face lit up with glee. He cracked his neck and sneered, "Brother Long, just watch me."

He then strode toward Zhao Dong. Pointing a finger almost as large as Zhao Dong's own fist, he said arrogantly, "Kid, you deserve to die for offending Brother Long. Pick a comfortable way to go. I can grant you a quick end."

"You?" Zhao Dong said flatly. "A simple-minded brute with more brawn than brains. I only need one move to kill you."

"Hahahaha! It's been a long time since I met someone as arrogant as you. You're interesting, kid! I hope your sense of humor carries over to your next life!"

With that, Wang Qiang threw a punch. His fist, as large as Zhao Dong's head, whistled through the air with ferocious power, descending with the crushing weight of Mount Tai.

The terrified crowd squeezed their eyes shut again, already picturing Zhao Dong's head exploding from the impact, brain matter splattering everywhere.

But in the next moment…

SMACK!

A crisp, sharp sound cut through the air. The crowd hastily opened their eyes, and the sight before them nearly made them piss their pants.

They saw Zhao Dong's unassuming palm resting gently on Wang Qiang's fist. No matter how much force Wang Qiang exerted, he couldn't advance a single inch.

"That's it?" A mocking smile played on Zhao Dong's lips. "If this is all you've got, I guess I'll have to get serious."

A terrible sense of foreboding washed over Wang Qiang. Startled, he tried to retreat, but Zhao Dong's hand clamped down on his index finger. It was like an iron vise, completely immobilizing his fist.

Then, a sight that would be seared into their memories for the rest of their lives unfolded.

With a flick of his right wrist, Zhao Dong sent Wang Qiang's three-hundred-plus-pound body flying into the air. He became a human windmill, spinning rapidly over and over. After a dozen rotations, Zhao Dong let go.

Wang Qiang's body shot through the air like a cannonball, flying more than ten meters before crashing violently onto the ground. The impact was so great that it sent cracks splintering through the concrete pavement. He coughed up great mouthfuls of blood and immediately passed out.

At this, a dead silence fell over the scene. The onlookers' mouths hung open wide enough to fit a duck egg.

Zhao Dong walked slowly toward Brother Long, each footstep like the tolling of a funeral bell.

THUD.

Brother Long collapsed to the ground, paralyzed by fear. A foul, acrid stench spread from his crotch. The infamous Brother Long… had pissed himself in terror.

"Brother Long?" Zhao Dong bent down and patted his cheek. "Any more tricks up your sleeve? If you don't use them now, I might have to get my hands dirty."

"No! I was wrong, I was wrong! Sir, you're my grandpa, my ancestor! Please, I beg you, just treat me like a piece of worthless shit and let me go!"