I am really not a medical immortal.

"Fuck your nonsense! If you wanna vent, roll back home! Do whatever you want, nobody's stopping you! Now get the fuck out of my way!" Zhang Jing cursed venomously, her eyes blurry with drunkenness.

"Big brother, this little bitch is cursing at you!"

Slap!

The leader with the red hair immediately slapped her hard across the face, cursing furiously, "Fuck your mother! Am I deaf? Did I need you to remind me?"

After scolding his underling, the red-haired leader stared intently at Jiang Jing and said, "This little bitch has quite the mouth on her! Have you been practicing or what?"

"Like you're any better? Why don't you fucking look in the mirror and see if you even match up, looking like a damn utility pole!" Zhang Jing shot back fiercely.

"You little bitch, you're fucking asking for it! I'm giving you face, and you reject it? I'm going to seriously fuck you up tonight. Come on! Take these two little bitches away!" The red-hair was completely infuriated, roaring loudly as he and his underlings charged toward Zhang Jing.

"Go to hell, you little bastard!" Drunkenly, Zhang Jing snorted coldly and lifted her right foot, clad in high heels, striking swiftly like lightning between the leader's legs.

Crack!

A crisp crackling sound emanated from between the thighs of the redhead.

Following that, the redhead's face twisted in agony, his hands clutching his groin, as he screamed miserably and rolled on the ground like a giant lobster.

"Fuck! Little bitch, you dare to ruin big brother's balls? Go to hell!"

The remaining hoodlums, their faces cold and filled with Evil Qi, roared in anger and threw their punches at Zhang Jing.

Although Zhang Jing was mostly drunk, she was still a highly skilled black belt in Taekwondo.

Seeing the redhead's underlings charging at her, Zhang Jing shielded Cheng Tianxue behind her. She stepped to the left, dodging two punches, and swiftly kicked one in the face with her high-heeled shoe, knocking him over.

Using that momentum, she spun in mid-air, her left foot lashing out rapidly, sending another thug flying.

As she landed, she staggered, and with a crack, the heel of her high-heeled shoe broke. She instantly lost her balance and tumbled towards the ground.

The remaining two hoodlums, seizing the opportunity, gleefully grabbed a nearby chair and swung it violently, using all their strength in an attempt to savagely smash Zhang Jing's long, beautiful legs that drove men crazy.

If they succeeded, Zhang Jing's straight and slender legs would be irreversibly damaged.

"Ah!" Seeing this, Cheng Tianxue screamed out in horror.

Even Zhang Jing, at this moment, unwillingly closed her eyes, resigning herself to the brutal chair strike from the two hoodlums.

At this critical moment, a dark figure swiftly dashed forward, shielding the two women.

The person was none other than Xiaohao, who had been watching the situation unfold.

As the chairs from the hoodlums drew nearer, a cold glint flashed in Xiaohao's eyes, and his hands shot out like lightning.

The actions of the hoodlums, which seemed swift, were effortlessly caught by Xiaohao.

"A bunch of grown men bullying two women, and you hit them so hard, shame on you!" Xiaohao said indifferently.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Mind your own business! Get the fuck out of here before I get mad!"

"I gave you face, and you had the audacity to ask for more, kneel down!" Xiaohao's expression darkened as he swiftly kicked out his right foot, brutally striking both their knees.

There was a sharp crack!

Both their knees were instantly incapacitated; they screamed in pain and knelt on the ground.

Seeing the remaining gangsters pick up chairs and violently throw them,

Xiaohao's figure flickered, quickly charging towards them.

They were too slow; Xiaohao clearly captured their movement trajectory, dodged to one side, grabbed one gangster's head, and violently smashed it into the others.

Several collision sounds occurred in quick succession; in just one breath, these gangsters were already down on the ground.

The leader, the redhead gangster, saw Xiaohao walking over with a cold smile, his face filled with panic as he retreated backward, threatening, "You brat, stop right there! If you dare touch me, once my big brother arrives, you're dead for sure!"

"Your big brother is impressive? Is he the Heavenly King? Must I show him respect? What is he worth? Can't even measure himself properly!" Xiaohao disdainfully said.

Having said that, Xiaohao stepped on a chair and, with a grasp of his hand holding onto the chair, he viciously smashed it toward the redhead's chest.

Ah!

A shriek like that of a slaughtered pig immediately emanated from the redhead's mouth; he was in so much pain that he lost control of his bladder and bowels right there.

"Crap! And you call yourself a man? You've thrown all the dignity of men away, trash!" Xiaohao cursed sharply.

He walked over to the two drunken women, glanced at them with irritation, and began helping them up to leave.

"Xiaohao, take your filthy hands off me! Don't touch me, let me go right now! Otherwise, I won't let this go!" Tianxue shook her head in disgust.

"Xue's right! Just seeing you makes me sick! Get your hands off me! Otherwise, I'll make sure you rot in jail!" Jing, drunk and irritable, swatted Xiaohao's hands away and glared at him with a cold threat.

"Crap! When I don't flex my power, you two think I'm just a sick cat, huh!" Xiaohao sneered.

Then, without further discussion, he dominantly hoisted each woman over his shoulders and headed outside.

"Stop him!" Just at that moment, a cold hum suddenly rose.

Xiaohao, carrying the two women, hadn't made it two steps before being stopped by the bar's security that had followed.

The other guards, menacing with evil Qi, clutched iron rubber sticks in their hands, driving out the onlookers in the hall.

"What are you looking at, we're closing for tonight! Scram now, or do you want to taste the sticks?"

The onlookers in the hall, intimidated by the fierce security, no longer dared to stay; they fled outside as if lamenting not having two extra legs to run faster.

After clearing the place,

a burly man dressed in a black suit, wearing two silver earrings, and with a blood bat tattooed on his face, menacingly approached.

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