"Hey, you're quite a looker! How many transactions did you handle today? Today, our guys are tight on cash—we're short on money!" The scarred man leading the group seemed to be one of the top guys among the four brawlers. He stared at Ye Qian with greedy eyes, fixing his gaze on the cash register drawer. Ye Qian was just a regular office worker—she wouldn't let such brawlers get away with it, so she fiercely protected the register drawer. Nervously, she said, "Please don't do anything rash—otherwise, I'll call the police!" "You're dreaming!" A short, stocky brawler immediately snapped the phone line beside her, while another lean and tall one seized the phone from Ye Qian's hands. A one-eyed brawler drew a dagger and pointed it at her, threatening, "Hey, girl! Quickly! Quickly, hand over the money!" "No way! This is a full week's worth of revenue—don't touch it!" "When Ye Jian said it was a week's income, the four rough guys' eyes lit up so much they nearly narrowed into a single slit. After all, a网吧 with 300 terminals is already quite a solid operation in Hanhai City—both in scale and interior design—and it's located near several schools, so the business is consistently strong. Preliminary calculations show monthly revenue of around 250,000 yuan, which means weekly revenue should be about 60,000 yuan." "Let's go!" The four rough guys immediately began executing their villainous plan. As a young woman, Ye Jian simply couldn't stand a chance against these brash, unyielding men. With a simple push, they sent her stumbling against the wall. Unsteady on her feet, she leaned sideways and landed right into Gao Liang's arms. A delicate fragrance drifted into Gao Liang's nose, as two soft bodies pressed gently against his broad, solid chest. Gao Liang watched as Ye Jian blushed deeply—this poised young lady, who had always been composed, was now turning crimson for the first time in front of him. And it was so endearing. "Stay right where you The voice rang out with impressive authority, and the internet users at the cybercafe all noticed how this seemingly ordinary young man now carried himself with an air of commanding dignity. "Hey! Hey! Young fella! You've just decided to take on my business!" The scarred man's face flushed with visible irritation, his eyes blazing like blades. The other thugs laughed scornfully, their expressions dismissive: "A mere kid, still fresh out of the nest, with his hair and body still full of stubble—dreaming of becoming a hero? Does he really think he's going to die trying?" Seeing Huang's slender frame, completely unarmed, and facing off against four opponents, Ye Qian grew increasingly concerned. She gently said to Huang, "They're all villains..." "I'm not afraid! This situation simply can't be ignored!" Huang firmly patted Ye Qian on the shoulder. At that moment, the one-eyed dragon raised his dagger and lunged at Huang. Huang quickly pushed Ye Qian to a safe position. Amid the stunned reactions of the onlookers, Huang's sharp eyes flashed with a brilliant gleam—he noticed the one-eyed dragon was moving too slowly. Powerpoint? Is it just a illusion? With a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips, he precisely intercepted the wrist of the one-eyed dragon holding the dagger, and with a firm grip, "Ah!" The one-eyed dragon cried out in pain, tears streaming down his face as his wrist was squeezed with the force of a pair of tiger clamps. The dagger clattered to the ground. The other thugs were stunned, their eyes wide open—this young, seemingly inexperienced guy had just single-handedly subdued one of the renowned "Four Giants" of Longfeng Hall. "Today's absolutely strange! Brothers! Grab your weapons! Let's take this guy out!" As the scarred leader roared, the three giants drew their pipe-like poles from their waist, all of which were telescopic, unfolding to over two meters in length. High亮 quickly released the one-eyed dragon's wrist, who then swiftly drew his own pipe pole from his waist. The four giants' poles swept in a fan shape, aiming fiercely at the center figure, High亮. It was unimaginable—anywhere the poles struck, High亮 would surely be torn to pieces. "Master! Jump up! Now!" Ying'er watched from the sidelines with remarkable composure. She demonstrated a move—the "8"-shaped dance. Of course, Guangliang trusted his little angel completely and promptly followed Ying'er's graceful steps, lightly leaping into the air with a single foot lift as the four steel poles charged toward him. "Clang! Clang! Clang! Ding! Ding! Ding!" The four poles collided with thunderous force. The online audience clutched their ears, trembling in shock, while Ye Qian saw Guangliang skillfully evade them, her eyes widening with both surprise and delight. She couldn't help but clap her hands and murmured, "Wow, that's amazing!" The Four Giants, usually unstoppable, had today seemed to run afoul of bad luck—unable even to touch Guangliang's hairstrand. Naturally, they were furious. When Guangliang landed, the four poles surged again, sweeping in like a tidal wave. To everyone's surprise, Guangliang did not retreat. Instead, Ying'er, worried, called out, "Master! Are you going mad? Hurry, hide!" "Ah!" Indeed, the back of Gao Liang was struck by a steel pipe, sending him staggering and nearly falling. Gao Liang spun around to see Du Yanlong's eyes filled with murderous intensity. "Old Master's move! The very earth will tremble!" Gao Liang surged with vitality, clenching his right hand into a massive fist and charging directly at Du Yanlong. "Crack! Crack!" The two impacts rang out as Gao Liang's Jinguan Fist met the steel pipe Du Yanlong had raised. Which was harder—the fist or the pipe? As everyone gasped in astonishment, unable to breathe, Du Yanlong let out a pig-like wail. The steel pipe, unexpectedly, bent under the force of Gao Liang's fist, and the bent end rebounded, striking precisely at Du Yanlong's other eye. Blood spurted from Du Yanlong's eye, dripping onto the floor. Now blind, he screamed with such piercing intensity that Gao Liang found it more moving than a woman's cry of distress. "For my younger brother's sake!" Under the commander's orders, the three stalwarts' steel pipes surged like a sudden gale, crashing upon Gao Liang with overwhelming force. "Quick! Master! Otherwise, it'll be dangerous!" Ying'er's call did not waver Gao Liang a single step. His eyes were bloodshot—clearly, he was furious. "Come on! Come on! Hah! Too slow!" Gao Liang smiled with a touch of disdain. His body was exceptionally agile, and he felt confident in the face of these seemingly slow, slide-like sequences. Yet, he had forgotten—he was surrounded. "No! No! Please, don't!" Ying'er's voice of concern reached him. A solid thud—Gao Liang's head, his most vulnerable point, was struck by the steel pipe from the scarred warrior. Gao Liang raised his hand to shield his head, swayed slightly, clenched his teeth, and braced himself against the sharp pain, his eyes blazing at the fierce scarred warrior, pointing at him. But then, he felt as though his head were splitting open, and suddenly, he lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground. "Ha ha ha!" The Four Pillars burst out with exhilarated, unrestrained laughter. Ying'er kept vigorously lifting her bright shoulders, yet still didn't wake up. "Wu wu!" For the first time, Ying'er cried out in tears for Gao-liang. A net café girl in a corner of the room couldn't help but let two clear tears roll down her cheeks.