Chapter 32: Have You Cast Your Recommendation Vote? (Third Update)

Wei Yingcai flushed red with embarrassment at those words. He couldn’t vent his anger on Meng Yaowu, so he simply glared fiercely at the Sha brothers, thinking to himself: I’ll deal with you two when we get back!

Sha Jin caught the underlying meaning in Meng Yaowu’s words, but what was done was done. They had already said everything they needed to say, and indeed hadn’t exaggerated anything. The main goal now was to take revenge on Hua Tianyu; nothing more needed to be said.

“Hua Tianyu, are you going to crawl out here yourself, or do you want me to drag you out?” Sha Jin pointed at Hua Tianyu with gritted teeth, his voice dripping with menace.

Cui Quan was momentarily stunned. He turned to Hua Tianyu and asked, “Brother Tian, do you know these people?”

Hua Tianyu picked up another bite of food, chewed it, and mumbled, “No, I don’t.”

Cui Quan leaned closer to Hua Tianyu’s ear and whispered, “I overheard them arguing outside just now. I think it was about our private room. Judging by their looks, none of them seem easy to deal with. Should we just let them have it?”

The floor manager, who had been kicked into the private room, happened to be near Cui Quan and was struggling to get up. Hearing Cui Quan’s words, he quickly chimed in, “Yes, yes, maybe you should just give in and let them have the room. They’re from the Yaowu Hall of the Justice Martial Arts School. You really can’t afford to offend them.”

Then he lowered his voice so that only the three of them could hear, “See that bald guy? He’s the local tyrant around here. No one can beat him. He’s crippled people several times before. I heard that the last one ended up in a vegetative state and is still lying in the hospital.”

Hua Tianyu smiled and waved him off. “Understood. You can go now. Oh, and bring me two more beers later—make sure they’re cold.”

He then turned to Cui Quan. “Let them make their fuss; we’ll enjoy our meal. Come on, the food here is really quite good.”

The floor manager shot Hua Tianyu a look as if he were an idiot, thinking to himself: Are you a fool? I’ve made myself perfectly clear—don’t you get it? Why aren’t you running yet? Well, you brought this upon yourself. I’ve done my duty; you can’t blame me.

Wei Yingcai also heard what Hua Tianyu said to the manager. He sneered, “Truly an idiot. I don’t know how the Sha brothers managed to get tripped up by you! But let me tell you, even if you give us the room today, you’re still leaving here on a stretcher. You need to understand that people from the Justice Martial Arts School are not to be messed with!”

He added, “But since you seem to be an idiot, I won’t be accused of bullying you. Crawl out here yourself, bow your head, and apologize to my two disciples. We’ll just break you enough to leave you permanently disabled in three ways, and call it a day.”

At these words, Cui Quan’s face turned pale. He had heard of the Justice Martial Arts School—famous for its ruthlessness. He never expected that he and Hua Tianyu would end up running into them today, and that Hua Tianyu would become their target.

His eyes darted toward the door. In a low voice, he said, “Brother Tian, how about this: In a moment, we strike first and catch them off guard. Each of us takes on one. Don’t worry about the two injured ones. Then, while they’re still reacting, we make a run for it.”

After a moment's thought, he added, “If we really can’t get away, just remember to protect your head and chest—at least that way you’ll live.”

Hua Tianyu gave him a calm smile. At least Cui Quan wasn’t thinking of abandoning him and running off alone; that counted for something. He was about to reply when Meng Yaowu’s impatient voice broke in:

“Old Wei, why are you all wasting so much time talking? Hurry up and get this over with. I’ve got twin beauties waiting for me!”

“This loser isn’t worth the effort—just standing here wasting my time. With cowards like you, don’t you dare go around telling people you’re from Yaowu Hall!”

With that, he shoved Wei Yingcai aside without a second thought, not caring that the old man nearly stumbled, and strode over to Hua Tianyu. With casual ease, he swung a punch at Hua Tianyu’s face.

Even as his fist flew, he called out to Sha Jin, “Call next door at the massage parlor. Don’t let anyone snatch the twins before I get there. If you mess this up, I’ll make you pick up the soap!”

Bang! Meng Yaowu’s fist inexplicably smashed into an empty beer bottle, shattering it to pieces.

“Hm?” Meng Yaowu was no fool. In that split second, he saw Hua Tianyu use his chopsticks to flick the empty bottle into the path of his punch with perfect precision.

“So, you’re trained after all. Looks like I underestimated you. But so what if you are? You’re still finished today.”

At that moment, Meng Yaowu caught sight of Wei Yingcai silently positioning himself on Hua Tianyu’s other side. He shot him a knowing glance. It didn’t matter if Hua Tianyu was skilled or not—tonight, he wasn’t leaving this place.

The two attacked at once, one in front and one behind, both swinging their fists at Hua Tianyu.

This time, Meng Yaowu wasn’t holding back. He unleashed the full force of his skills, sending a thunderous punch at a cunning angle—taking advantage of the fact that Hua Tianyu was seated, leaving him with few options to defend himself.

This was the very fist Meng Yaowu had used to build his reputation—every challenger who had come to Yaowu Hall had been sent out on a stretcher by these iron fists. This punch was the pride of Yaowu Hall!

Wei Yingcai behind him was no pushover, either. Though not as strong or fast as Meng Yaowu, he had decades of experience.

His punch came from Hua Tianyu’s blind spot. If Hua Tianyu focused on Meng Yaowu, he would be powerless to stop Wei Yingcai’s blow to his head. If it didn’t kill him, it would leave him a vegetable.

But in Hua Tianyu’s eyes, Meng Yaowu’s punch barely passed muster, and Wei Yingcai’s technique didn’t even meet the minimum standard.

He didn’t even bother to put down his chopsticks.

With lightning speed, he shifted one chopstick from his right hand to his left.

Then, relying only on the wind and his senses, he drove both chopsticks directly into the attacking fists.

Yes—he impaled them.

One chopstick pierced through Meng Yaowu’s palm, entering through the base of the thumb and emerging near the forearm.

The other stabbed between Wei Yingcai’s index and middle fingers, passing clean through the hand to the forearm.

A simultaneous scream of agony burst from both men as they collapsed, clutching their wounded hands, gasping in pain, unable to utter a single coherent word.

This was no contest between equals!