"We only have ten minutes left!" Gao Huang, a dutiful son, had been worried lately as his mother's old condition flared up again and needed an early visit. His brothers were generous and truly enjoying the meal—today, the eldest had been especially generous, serving a grand dragon-and-phoenix feast at each table, which made everyone happy. "Brothers! Let's raise a toast to you!" At the initiative of their three close friends, they all lifted their glasses to toast Gao Huang. Gao Huang drank it all down at once. His brothers followed suit. After three glasses, the brothers were full of energy, discussing together with Gao Huang how to further develop and strengthen Fenghuo Hall. They all believed that their main competitor now was Zhou Chao's "Zhou Party"—only by defeating Zhou Chao could Fenghuo Hall secure a favorable environment for growth. Yet Zhou Chao's father is the mayor of Hanhai City—wealthy and powerful. It's no wonder Zhou Chao has always been so dominant at school, thanks to his father's influence. "Who cares who he is!" "Anyone who stands in my way dies!" High Liang's passion surged as he drank his fourth cup of wine and slammed his fist on the table, sending a crisp, resonant sound. "Clap-clap-clap!" His brothers erupted into applause. The timid Wu carefully approached Liang, whispering softly into his ear, "I've noticed something's off. Since he was severely scolded by the boss, Zhou Chao hasn't come to school for two weeks now!" "He's afraid of our boss's iron fists!" Deng, the fat one, interjected from beside Liang. "Given Zhou Chao's personality, I think he'll come back to retaliate!" said the reserved Yang. "Then let him come!" Liang took another sip of wine and declared, "If he dares to move a single person from our Wind-Flame Hall again, I won't show mercy!" "Excellent! With the boss's words, we now have the courage and confidence to stand up to Zhou Chao!" The three close friends and the other brothers, feeling secure under Liang's protection, were filled with deep satisfaction and contentment. At that moment, You Tiao excused himself to the restroom, and quietly sent "Let's see how long this flashy highlight can hold out! Let him bask in his glory for a while—I'll just go back to school and make him vanish!" Oil Cake immediately deleted the message and returned, only to find Houang leading a group of people ready to leave the Tiāngērénjiān restaurant. "Don't touch me! Don't touch me!" As Houang was about to depart, a clear voice came from behind. Turning around, there stood the beautiful woman who had been drinking heavily, her body trembling. By now, two tough guys had appeared beside her. The redhead, eyes lingering on the two large white rabbits on the woman's chest, suddenly tugged at her collar—click—and one of the buttons on her upper chest came loose. The woman quickly covered her chest with both hands, defending her territory. The green-haired guy, impatient, held a dagger in his hands, facing the woman's delicate face, and said, "Stay put! I've got my eyes on you—this is good fortune for you!" As long as you follow Laozi, not only will he pay for your drinks—but he'll also take you straight to our boss! You'll be treated like a VIP!" "No! You bunch of roughnecks! Get out! Get out right now!" The woman's outburst only intensified the two thugs' desire to conquer. The hotel staff seemed completely unaware, quietly stepping back. Clearly, these two weren't ordinary guests. Others at the restaurant began to rise from their tables, some even leaving without paying, since the staff couldn't press them with the two thugs present. Gao Huang had just spent 10,000 yuan—on a card payment—leaving everyone in awe. How could someone have such a fortune? It truly seemed like the sun had risen from the west. Yet, they trusted in the strength of their boss. After all, someone who had earned the position of second-in-command at Longfeng Hall was destined to be someone truly remarkable. Gao Liang is particularly intolerant of being taken advantage of without giving anything in return. In this increasingly realistic society, there's no such thing as a free lunch—only investment yields returns. As for these two thugs, how dare they eat dinner without paying for the wine, and act as if they own the place? This situation simply cannot be ignored. "Stop!" Gao Liang shouted, when the beautiful woman, weeping desperately, had no one left to appeal to. The two thugs glanced at Gao Liang with a dismissive eye, then at the thirty-some students behind him. They laughed heartily—how could these fragile, inexperienced students possibly stand up to their own gang? Impatiently, they barked at Gao Liang, "If you're willing to play nice, we'll let you off. Otherwise, you'll end up paying the price!" "Boss! Let us handle these two ourselves!" said Deng, the fat one, and Yang, the awkward one. Though Wu, the soft-spoken one, usually ran away at the first sign of a fight, today he stood his ground—there was strength in the presence of the boss. Old Wang is mighty; I'm getting some credit too. Gao Li smiles, curving his lips—this is clear agreement. The three close friends each raise their weapons and charge at the two thugs. The two thugs release the beautiful woman, take up their own weapons, and now five of them fight in a melee. The urban thugs, forged through real struggle and genuine combat, have grown by licking the blood from the tips of their blades—while student thugs are mostly just decorative, lacking real strength. Thus, quickly, the three friends find themselves at a disadvantage. "Ow!" Fat Deng is kicked hard in the back by the red-haired thug's shoe. Wuyi and Ruodian, the more delicate ones, suffer varying attacks from the green-haired thug, each calling out in pain. The two thugs now laugh proudly, their confidence soaring, while the woman's eyes are filled with fear. Gao Li, however, stares directly at them, his gaze unwavering. Damn it—without the seasoned veteran stepping in, this won't work. Gao Li immediately shouts to the three friends, "Fat Deng!" You only remember eating every day, and that dragon-shaped flying step I trained you in—bring it out now! "Wimpy Yang! You've been watching all those A-movies every day, where's your strength gone? Show me your usual Qi Kun Da Nuoyi now!" "And you, soft-hearted Wu! Don't be afraid of losing! It's time for the Monkey King Fist I taught you!" Upon hearing the elder's instructions, the three friends immediately regained their energy and performed their trained signature moves one by one. The two tough guys had always been confident—rarely defeated on this street, especially in their own territory—and they simply didn't take the three college students seriously. They were wrong, though. The martial arts skills that High Light taught his three friends were the most authentic Shaolin techniques. Though their execution wasn't yet refined and far from fully capturing the essence of Shaolin, the combination of the three moves, enhanced by High Light's on-the-spot guidance, made their attack strength double. "Ah! Ah!" The two thugs not only failed to knock down Deng and his two companions this time, but were instead fiercely struck by them.