The sound of clinking glasses immediately filled the restaurant.

Soon, laughter and conversation echoed within the Celestial Sea Tower.

Everyone began to enjoy the sumptuous and luxurious seafood feast.

After the meal, Su Ming did not rush to leave; instead, he sat in his car, pondering.

Although this meal cost over a hundred thousand, it tightly bound the hearts of these club employees together.

With these high-level managers and regular employees, the Cloud Sea Fairyland Club would never collapse.

Though the club was currently lacking in customer traffic, these employees were the true foundation of the club.

This meal was mentioned by Lin Yanan in the video yesterday; she suggested Su Ming treat the employees to a meal.

Realizing he had to treat them, Su Ming decided it couldn't be anything low-key, so he chose the Celestial Sea Tower.

After all, the employees were women and naturally preferred a place with a slightly higher standard.

While Su Ming was pondering, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

His gaze swept toward the road across from him, where a white van opened its doors, and three unfamiliar men stepped out.

They each held batons, their eyes glinting with cold light, as they walked straight toward Su Ming.

"They've come after all," Su Ming murmured, as he got out of the car without any hint of fear on his face.

He stood upright like a pine tree, his demeanor serene like the wind.

His eyes revealed a cold glare, watching the trio as they approached.

Su Ming had calculated from the timing that Lao Qiming would send someone to retaliate against him.

"Are you Su Ming? Are you going to surrender quietly and let us beat you up, or resist and get beaten like a dog?"

The man in front was named Yuan Zhipeng, You Hui's most prized student.

He was tall and muscular, with a black headband, and a small tuft of hair on his upper lip.

From his voice, Su Ming noticed a hint of an East Asian accent, even his appearance seemed similar.

The two behind him also held batons, their faces showing a playful expression, taunting laughter coming from their mouths.

"Just the three of you? You East Asian dog, you dare act so arrogantly on our turf?"

Upon hearing this, Su Ming immediately cursed out loud.

Yuan Zhipeng's face twisted upon hearing, rage welling up inside him.

His parents were both East Asian, but he was abandoned as a child and later adopted by You Hui.

He despised people using geographical insults against him, thus, he responded furiously:

"You must be sick of living! All three of us are about to gang up on you, yet you're still so arrogant? You're utterly reckless!"

"You're just a bunch of small fry, even more of you would be useless."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming's eyes remained calm, his expression still serene, as he spoke lightly.

"Brothers, attack directly! Show no mercy, beat him until he's almost out of breath, then I'll take my time tormenting him!"

Upon hearing this, veins bulged on Yuan Zhipeng's temple, his mouth twitching in anger from Su Ming's words.

He gritted his teeth, eyes filled with malicious intent, and spat out viciously.

"Yes!" The two behind him responded, their faces turning sinister, as they raised their batons and charged toward Su Ming.

Su Ming's words had also provoked them; originally, they just wanted to break Su Ming's limbs.

Now they've changed their minds, aiming to incapacitate him.

Su Ming suddenly noticed these two had peculiar footwork, similar to East Asian ninjas.

He snorted coldly and said, "So these two are East Asian dogs too!"

After speaking, he deftly dodged their attacks with agile steps.

He clenched his fist, stepped forward, and struck at their lower abdomens from the side!

"Bang!" A heavy thud sounded, and the two flew back like broken kites.

They clutched their abdomens, faces twisted in pain, lips pale, cold sweat beading on their foreheads as they writhed on the ground.

"This is our native kung fu, did you East Asian dogs understand? Your flashy moves are totally impractical."

Su Ming honed his skills in the special forces, focusing on simplicity and effectiveness.

Each move targeted the enemy's vital points, ensuring a first-strike victory without needing a second.

Though the East Asians' moves looked fancy, they were mere displays of bravado and pretense to the trained eye.

They also exposed multiple weaknesses.

Thus, Su Ming evaded their attacks nimbly and delivered a fatal strike.

Seeing this, Yuan Zhipeng's face turned grave, his heart turbulent.

He hadn't expected Su Ming to be a tough nut, defeating his two subordinates with a single move.

"Kid, don't get cocky. Their East Asian kung fu skills are lacking; I'll show you some real skills."

As Yuan Zhipeng spoke, he stomped on the ground.

His body launched like a missile toward Su Ming.

"Brother Ming!" At this moment, Deng Zhigang led a group charging from not far away.

Yuan Zhipeng noticed this, a smug look appearing on his face as he halted and announced gleefully:

"Su Ming, prepare to spend a few years in prison."

Su Ming saw this, a realization dawning on his face as he shouted toward Deng Zhigang and his group:

"Didn't I tell you to stay back for now? Leave quickly!"

"Brother Ming, aren't we worried about your safety? This East Asian dog..."

Deng Zhigang replied, confusion on his face.

Before he could finish, several high beams swept in from a distance.

Siren sounds echoed around, and hearing them, Deng Zhigang and his group understood Su Ming's intention.

They turned and retreated without looking back.

"Don't move! Place your hands behind your head, squat down!"

Before long, four uniformed officers arrived beside Su Ming and Yuan Zhipeng.

They cuffed them and took them to the police car.

The other detectives pursued Deng Zhigang and his group.

Not long after, Su Ming was brought into a lone interrogation room.

He surveyed the narrow room illuminated by bright lights, his expression still calm.

But his mind started to churn.

This was Su Ming's second time in this room, and he felt more composed than the first.

"Name, age..."

At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting directly opposite Su Ming asked.

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