C9 Return the Favor!

Influenced by the essence of the Eight Extreme Fist, Chen Zhixuan had grown significantly stronger. Before Meng Ruyan's arrival, he was ready to send Wang Yu and his crew to the hospital for an extended stay—Fatty Zhang wasn't about to take a beating lying down.

"Hahaha," Wang Yu burst into laughter, treating Chen Zhixuan's earlier words as if they were the punchline of a grand joke.

"Sir, I'd advise against any hasty actions. You're in the Heavenly Night Club," the burly man warned once more.

"Heavenly Night Club? Seems more like a den of filth to me. You're saying the safety of your patrons isn't guaranteed, and I'm not allowed to defend myself if attacked? Or is this place so twisted that only those with the biggest fists get to talk?" Chen Zhixuan replied with a serene tone.

"You're just causing trouble," the burly man retorted, his face betraying his discomfort.

"Causing trouble? I'd prefer to resolve things amicably today, but if that's not possible, I'm not above being a bit more persistent," Chen Zhixuan stated coolly.

"Xuanzi, that's enough. These guys are trouble. Let's just leave," Fatty Zhang interjected, deeply moved that Chen Zhixuan had his back. He knew he hadn't misplaced his trust, but they were outnumbered, and a fight would likely go poorly for them. Besides, the club would make things right, and the injuries were nothing new—he'd been used to scuffles since his school days and felt no shame.

"Fatty, we're brothers. Remember, what you don't want, no one can force on you; what you do want, no one can take away; and any harm you suffer must be repaid twofold," Chen Zhixuan reassured him, gently patting Fatty Zhang's swollen cheek.

"Ouch, that hurts, but what about now?" Fatty Zhang winced, still apprehensive.

"Don't worry, I've got this," Chen Zhixuan soothed Fatty Zhang before turning his gaze back to Wang Yu.

"Such brotherly affection. I'm curious to see what you can do about it," Wang Yu sneered.

"If you're unwilling to make amends, then I'll step in," Chen Zhixuan said, closing the distance in a flash. With a fierce slap, Wang Yu was sent flying into a security guard.

"Lian family," the burly man said, a hint of gravity flashing in his eyes. Chen Zhixuan had moved so quickly that he barely had time to react.

With a single slap, two of Wang Yu's teeth tumbled from his mouth. His face reddened and purplified, swelling rapidly.

"That slap was for my classmate," Chen Zhixuan stated coolly.

"You..." Wang Yu tried to speak, but his mouth was full of blood, making it impossible to articulate his thoughts.

Chen Zhixuan closed in again, delivering a sharp, ninety-degree slap that left Wang Yu's other cheek equally swollen, his face now asymmetric.

"And this is for my brother," Chen Zhixuan said with the same cool indifference.

Beside him, Fatty Zhang was in shock, feeling as though he was trapped in a dream. He pinched his own face, the searing pain confirming the harsh reality.

"One finger left, no rush," Chen Zhixuan remarked as he picked up a knife from the ground and began toying with it in his hand.

"Enough is enough," the muscular man next to Meng Ruyan interjected.

"Enough? We're far from it," Chen Zhixuan retorted, brandishing the knife and aiming for Wang Yu's pinky, threatening to sever it.

Someone next to Wang Yu attempted to intervene, but it was too late.

Just as the knife was about to make contact with Wang Yu's pinky, a hand clamped onto Wang Yu's wrist.

"The person backing Wang Yu isn't someone you can afford to provoke. And our Miss won't allow you to cut off Wang Yu's pinky," the muscular man murmured in a cautionary tone.

He might have disapproved of Wang Yu, but the forces behind him were formidable. He respected Chen Zhixuan and didn't want to see such a talented individual ruined by the Wang family.

Chen Zhixuan just smiled, releasing the knife. It was exceptionally sharp; even a slight touch was enough to slice through Wang Yu's finger, causing blood to flow instantly.

"You," the muscular man said, taken aback by Chen Zhixuan's bold move, his gaze filled with frustrated anger.

"Ah!" Wang Yu cried out once more.

Looking down, he saw Chen Zhixuan's foot pressing down on the injured pinky of his left hand.

"Alright," Meng Ruyan finally spoke up.

The muscular man had no choice but to rise and, with a swift motion, took the knife with him. He feared Chen Zhixuan might strike again.

"Scram," Chen Zhixuan said, eyeing Wang Yu as he writhed on the floor before finally easing his foot off him.

Wang Yu, not daring to linger, was hastily helped up by his bodyguards and scurried out of the private room.

The once bustling room had now fallen into complete silence.

"Sir, if you would please come with me, our club will provide you with appropriate compensation," the attractive hostess said to Chen Zhixuan, following Meng Ruyan's directive.

Nearby, the security guards were already tidying up the room. The onlookers who had hoped for a spectacle had no choice but to disperse, though they buzzed with speculation about who would dare confront Wang Yu. The regulars at the Heavenly Night Club were well aware of Wang Yu's reputation for never being on the losing end of a deal.

"Fatty, what do you want?" Chen Zhixuan asked with a grin, draping an arm around Fatty Zhang's neck.

"Ouch, let go—I don't want anything," Fatty Zhang protested, trying to wriggle free.

"Did you hear that? My buddy here doesn't want anything. But of course, if you could make him a bit more dashing, I'd be all for it," Chen Zhixuan teased.

"Agreed," Meng Ruyan said, then exited the room.

"Really?" Chen Zhixuan was taken aback, almost in disbelief. Meng Ruyan had actually agreed to Fatty's makeover.

"Come on," the burly man urged, tugging Fatty Zhang along to follow.

Chen Zhixuan wasn't concerned about any trouble; he trusted Meng Ruyan wouldn't harm Fatty.

Settling back on the couch, Chen Zhixuan delved once more into the profound understanding of the Eight Extreme Fist.

"Zhixuan, about earlier, I..." Tang Wanli approached, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just leave. I'll act as if today's events never happened. We don't need to stay in touch," Chen Zhixuan said without opening his eyes.

"I..." Tang Wanli started, seemingly wanting to clarify things, but ultimately, she said nothing more and quietly departed.

Chen Zhixuan felt Tang Wanli's behavior was excusable; it was human nature, after all. If he hadn't had the sign-in system, perhaps both he and Fatty would have ended up missing a finger today. However, what irked him was Tang Wanli's attempt to wash her hands of the whole affair and pin everything on Fatty. That was something Chen Zhixuan couldn't comfortably abide by. He didn't despise her for it, but he had no intention of reaching out to her again.

"Zhixuan, the truth is, Wanli..." Han Qiuran began, but Chen Zhixuan cut her off with a wave of his hand, signaling for her to stop.

Han Qiuran observed Chen Zhixuan's demeanor and silently took a seat to the side. She clasped her hands together, continuously rubbing her thumbs, lost in thoughts that remained her own.