C133 His Subordinates Retaliated and the Sky Fire Club Members Arrived

"Puff!"

After being sent flying with a kick, Hsiao Ruloong spat out a mouthful of blood. He had nearly severed his own tongue between his teeth in the process.

Lin Dong withdrew his foot and sneered with a calm yet undeniably domineering tone, "You think you're in a position to threaten me?"

Lin Dong was not one to back down, and the fact that Rihao KTV was his personal business made the situation even more personal. Hsiao Ruloong, merely a working manager, had the audacity to demand 90% of the shares. The arrogance was astounding!

Lin Dong's restraint in not fracturing his jaw with that kick was a testament to his underlying kindness. Otherwise, Hsiao Ruloong would be dealing with more than just a mouthful of blood!

The underlings loyal to Hsiao Ruloong were completely taken aback. No one had anticipated that Lin Dong would dare to strike Hsiao Ruloong, especially with so many witnesses around.

Manager Yang, in particular, was shocked. Having already received a slap from Lin Dong, he had been counting on Hsiao Ruloong to avenge him, perhaps even extract an apology from Lin Dong. But Lin Dong's attack on Hsiao Ruloong was even more brutal, nearly causing him to bite off his own tongue!

Fear was written all over Manager Yang's face as he looked at Lin Dong, his gaze now filled with dread. He knew he was no match for a man who would strike Hsiao Ruloong.

"Brother Long!"

"Are you okay, Brother Long?"

"Quick, help him up. Get some tissues!"

"Be careful!"

...

It took nearly a minute for the stunned men in black suits to spring into action. They clumsily lifted Hsiao Ruloong to his feet.

Someone dabbed at the blood on Hsiao Ruloong's face with tissues, while another brought him water.

Shaken back to consciousness, Hsiao Ruloong furiously knocked over a teacup, its shattering sound echoing his rage.

Pointing at Lin Dong, he bellowed, "Get him! Cut him down!"

"Arm yourselves!"

One of his brawny henchmen cried out, swiftly drawing a knife from beside the tea table.

Everyone else had also grabbed whatever they could find. The fruit knives were all taken, and someone even wielded a stool.

A dozen of them glared with menacing looks and charged toward Lin Dong.

Confronted with this mob, Lin Dong's brow furrowed slightly.

He was outnumbered and struggling to hold his own.

As he braced himself for a fight, a thunderous shout erupted from behind: "Who dares to lay a hand on my brother Dong?!"

The shout was followed by a surge of footsteps.

Lin Dong glanced back and saw Lin Ruobing leading a group of people toward him; they were all members of the Skyfire Motorcycle Club.

Beside Lin Ruobing stood Bashan, gripping a baseball bat!

The rest were equally incensed, brandishing various car repair tools like wrenches and steel pipes.

Their presence dwarfed the group of men under Hsiao Ruloong's command.

The suited men who had been ready to pounce on Lin Dong now hastily halted.

Lin Ruobing reached Lin Dong's side and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. Your timing with the backup was perfect," Lin Dong replied with a relaxed smile, looking effortlessly cool.

Lin Ruobing sighed in relief. She had been genuinely worried about Lin Dong, but thankfully Bashan and the others had sped over on their motorcycles just in time.

Now, as she surveyed the scene, her gaze landed on Hsiao Ruloong, blood trickling from his mouth, being propped up by an aide, with Manager Yang close by.

She was taken aback.

She had thought Lin Dong had only just arrived, not realizing he had already taken action.

The bald man, clearly the ringleader Hsiao Ruloong, had been bested by Lin Dong to such a degree. Impressive indeed!