Ring Of Fate - Volume 1 Chapter 69 Guys With Weapons

The toilet was located at the end of the corridor. Two young men trod Xie Hui under feet, while the third man with yellow hair was peeing on his face.

“F.u.c.k you all!” Zhang Ziran was infuriated as he dashed to the third man, swung the bottle at his head with all his might.

These three men didn’t notice Zhang Ziran until the yellow-haired man was hit by the bottle. The man fell down to the ground with a yelp.

“F.u.c.k you! Bros, beat him!” the man shouted, hands covering his head. About eight hoodies ran towards Zhang Ziran in an attempt to beat him.

Zhang Ziran’s another two followers hesitated on seeing this, not knowing whether they should join in the fight or not.

At this moment, a figure ran past them.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within thirty seconds, the hoodies were all knocked out.

Zhang Ziran’s two followers then realized that the fight was over. They trotted towards Zhang Ziran and gave a flattering smile. “Brother Zhang, are you okay?”

“I’m all right. Help Xie Hui to his feet,” Zhang Ziran demanded.

The two followers were a little nervous. They didn’t know whether Zhang Ziran had noticed them. Thinking about this, they regretted that they hesitated a moment ago.

Xie Hui looked rather untidy. He had a bloody nose and a swollen face, soaked with urine.

“Wipe yourself,” Long Yang said as he handed Xie Hui a pack of paper towels.

“Thank you!” Xie Hui answered with a look of appreciation, and then looked at the hoodies on the ground, eyes full of hatred.

“Brother Long, what should we do with these people?” Zhang Ziran asked.

Long Yang turned to Xie Hui and asked, “What do you want to do with them?”

“I’ll give them tit for tat!” Xie Hui gnashed his teeth, letting his eyes settle upon the yellow-haired man.

“I suggest we leave now,” said Wang Yuan, one of Zhang Ziran’s followers.

Zhang Ziran cast a cold glance at him and said, “You may leave now.”

Xie Hui stared at him with a look of disappointment. He threated Wang Yuan as one of his best buddies, but he didn’t expect him to be so cowardly.

“I…” Wang Yuan panicked, knowing that he had let them down, but he insisted, “I’m sorry, Brother Zhang, Xie Hui. I’m taking my leave now.”

Zhang Ziran’s face sourced at Wang Yuan’s receding figure.

“Damn it! What a disloyal friend he is!” Another boy scolded.

“Enough!” Zhang Ziran thundered. He gave the yellow-haired man several good kicks. Xie Hui also kicked the other hoodies hard. The other boy, however, stood still with an embarrassed look.

Long Yang stopped them after a while.

“Let’s go to drink!” Zhang Ziran offered. Though he had vented his anger, he was still upset because of Wang Yuan’s betrayal.

“We can drink next time. Xie Hui, you must be uncomfortable now. Why don’t you go back to take a bath?” Long Yang asked.

Xie Hui shook his head, walked towards the sink and took off his T-shirt, wetting it and wiping himself. “I’m okay now. Let’s go back to drink.”

They went back to their room again. Zhang Ziran drank down a bottle of beer after another, scolding Wang Yuan. Xie Hui and another boy echoed with him. Long Yang, however, remained silent.

Bang!

The door was kicked open. A fat man, 160 centimeters high, about 30 years old, entered the room, followed by a group of thugs with steel pipes and machetes

There were many people of them. The room was fully occupied and some of them stood outside the room.

The fat man was wearing a bland smile, looking rather amiable.

Zhang Ziran was taken aback. In his eyes, though Long Yang was skilled in kung fu, he was unable to deal with so many people with weapons.

He wanted to stand up, but he was unable to move because of fear.

Xie Hui and the other boy were frightened. Long Yang, however, was pretty calm. He looked around and saw a familiar face in the crowd.