Chapter 103: Witnessing Injustice

“Damn it!”

Suddenly, Jiang Zheng and the others heard a curse.

Immediately following, the sound of a beer bottle shattering echoed.

The angry curses mixed with the clattering of breaking glass created a harsh, piercing noise.

Jiang Zheng and the others looked over and saw several women being surrounded and beaten.

The attackers were men—strong, burly, faces flushed red, reeking of alcohol.

They cursed foully as they struck. The words they spat were unbearable to the ear.

“Xiao Liu, go pay the bill.” Jiang Zheng took out his phone, opened the payment page, and handed it to Yu Qingkui beside him.

“Fourth Brother, what are you planning to do?” Zhou Quanyi suddenly grabbed Jiang Zheng.

“Boss, you all go ahead. I’ll come right after.” Jiang Zheng replied.

By now, Zhou Quanyi knew exactly what Jiang Zheng intended. He said, “Fourth Brother, think carefully. This is a messy business. They have so many people; it’ll be hard to get out once you go in.”

“Yeah, Fourth Brother, let’s just leave it alone. Don’t get involved,” Yang Po also advised.

“It’s fine. I just want to go over and persuade them, try not to resort to violence. You go on ahead, especially Xiao Liu—you still have your exams coming up, don’t get mixed up in this,” Jiang Zheng said.

Yu Qingkui held the phone, momentarily unsure of what to do.

“Xiao Liu, don’t just stand there. Go pay already,” Jiang Zheng urged.

“No need. I’ve already paid,” Zhou Quanyi said.

Jiang Zheng glanced at Zhou Quanyi but didn’t argue further. Then he said, “You all go ahead. I’ll catch up soon.”

Without hesitation, Jiang Zheng stepped directly in front of the group and said loudly, “Everyone, if there’s a problem, we can talk it out. There’s no need for so many of you to beat a few young women.”

“What the hell are you? Get lost, or we’ll beat you up too!” someone shouted.

Jiang Zheng rubbed his nose and said, “I’m here in good faith to break up the fight, and you’re cursing me and trying to hit me? Let me tell you, I’ll fight back!”

“Damn, you talk too much!”

Someone cursed, and a beer bottle flew at him.

“I already said, I’ll fight back,” Jiang Zheng muttered.

He dodged the bottle and landed a solid punch on the man’s nose. Blood immediately gushed out.

“You bastard! You dare hit me? Brothers, finish him off!” the man roared.

Nearby, Liu Hua whispered, “What do we do now?”

“Damn it all!” Zhou Quanyi cursed, grabbed a stool, and charged forward.

Seeing this, Yang Po gritted his teeth and followed. Liu Hua and Wang Bing exchanged a glance, each picking up a beer bottle and joining in.

Yu Qingkui stood still, his face flickering with uncertainty.

He had exams coming up; fighting could jeopardize everything.

“Screw the exams! Just wait!” Yu Qingkui shouted.

He grabbed a stool, found it too heavy, put it down, and picked up a beer bottle instead.

Jiang Zheng suddenly faced several attackers, but he remained calm.

He had fought multiple opponents before; he was no longer afraid.

Jiang Zheng twisted and dodged the incoming bottles and punches with agile, contorted movements, each punch landing precisely on the noses of his attackers.

The nose is a painful place to strike; other areas might cause more serious injuries, but hitting the nose hurts sharply without lasting damage.

Pain awakened the aggressiveness in these men, who all grabbed weapons—either stools or beer bottles.

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