Li Dakuun was at a loss for words, unable to find a rebuttal to Su Ming for a moment.

Deng Zhigang heard this, suddenly saw the light, and anger appeared on his face.

He did not expect Sheng Tianlun's methods to be so malicious. Seeing this, he realized that he and Su Ming were in extreme danger yesterday.

If Su Ming didn't have a trump card, the two of them would likely have been killed in prison.

Deng Zhigang looked at Su Ming again, filled with regret.

But the admiration and submission in his gaze towards Su Ming grew even stronger.

Yesterday, when Su Ming was confronting Yuan Zhipeng, he saw him rush in with his men, and an unusual anxiety appeared on his face.

That's because they could have retreated completely, as long as Deng Zhigang didn't come in with his men, the charge of illegal gathering wouldn't hold.

Su Ming's actions were self-defense. No matter how much Sun Licheng racked his brains to convict him, it would be to no avail.

This is the reason for Deng Zhigang's immense regret.

If he had just listened to Su Ming at that time, waiting for Su Ming's instructions before acting, there wouldn't have been so much trouble.

Lao Qiming now had a venomous look on his face as he sneered:

"Su Ming, even if you grow wings today, you won't escape. We have the advantage in numbers, what can you do?"

Yuan Zhipeng walked to the door and shut it tightly, a fierce look appearing on his face.

He looked at Su Ming and his group with a mocking gaze.

Sheng Tianlun fainted directly at this time, and anxiousness appeared on Li Dakuun's face as he said:

"Boss Lao, if Lun bro continues to bleed, he will be in life-threatening danger due to excessive blood loss."

Hearing this, Lao Qiming turned his gaze to Sheng Tianlun, who was now unconscious, a thoughtful look on his face.

Sheng Tianlun is at least the son of the executive deputy mayor. If he dies here, everyone present will not escape responsibility.

Lao Qiming did not want to be scolded harshly by his brother once again.

Thinking of this, he directly said, "Li Dakuun, take Sheng and leave first. We can hold off Su Ming and the others."

Lao Qiming immediately gave Yuan Zhipeng a look, and the latter understood instantly and opened the door directly.

Li Dakuun, seeing this, looked delighted.

He, along with another bodyguard, lifted Sheng Tianlun and hurriedly fled outside.

Su Ming immediately stopped Deng Zhigang, who was about to make a move, and said:

"Let it go, let him leave. This time he also suffered and learned his lesson."

Lao Qiming, with three people less on his side, was left with only seven, yet they still wore a mocking expression.

They thought Yuan Zhipeng alone could stall Su Ming, and with the remaining six against five, they were still at an advantage.

"Bang!" At this moment, Tang Hanyang directly smashed a wine bottle on the table, and the crisp sound of glass shattering echoed in the room.

He held the broken bottle in his hand, his palm pierced and blood immediately filled it.

But he seemed not to feel the pain at all, directly charging at Lao Qiming.

In a flash, he pressed the glass shard against Lao Qiming's neck.

In an instant, he had Lao Qiming under control.

Lao Qiming did not dare to move at all.

"I dare anyone to move. If you even flinch, I'll slit this guy's throat, and not even a Daluo Golden Immortal can save him then."

Yuan Zhipeng's face turned instantly grim upon seeing this, not expecting Tang Hanyang to be such a ruthless character.

Tang Hanyang had Lao Qiming under control, and the scales of victory tipped towards Su Ming's side.

"Bro, calm down, let's talk this over. You better not let your hand shake, or else there will be a fatality."

Lao Qiming felt the sting on his neck, understanding that Tang Hanyang had already made a superficial cut with the glass shard.

He started trembling like a sieve, sweat beading on his forehead, and pleaded shakily.

"Yuan Zhipeng, quickly take your people and leave the room, don't anger this guy."

Lao Qiming, feeling Tang Hanyang lightly slicing his neck with the glass, shouted loudly.

"Second boss, understood."

Seeing this, Yuan Zhipeng reluctantly led his group to retreat outside the room.

Yuan Zhipeng's subordinates saw blood continuously flowing from Tang Hanyang's palm.

Tang Hanyang wore a fierce expression as if he were an Asura emerging from Hell, sending a shiver through all who saw him.

"Quickly disappear from our sight, or prepare to collect this guy's body."

Tang Hanyang said coldly, his voice soft yet resounding like a morning bell, deafening Yuan Zhipeng and his men.

"Get lost! Do you really want to see me die?"

Lao Qiming, seeing their hesitation, shouted hysterically, his eyes bloodshot.

"Second boss, understood."

"Did you hear that? Hurry up and go! What are you standing around for?"

Yuan Zhipeng shouted unwillingly at the people around him.

He quickly led them away from the room's entrance and out of the restaurant.

"Get out of here!"

After a while, those who had gone to check returned, reporting that Yuan Zhipeng's people were nowhere around the restaurant.

Tang Hanyang then kicked Lao Qiming, his face showing disgust as he cursed angrily.

He had been driven out of Jiang City by this guy's brother's men.

Tang Hanyang held a grudge against Lao Qiming.

Just now, he even contemplated slitting this guy's throat directly.

Lao Qiming fell to the ground, then scrambled up and fled miserably into the distance.

Su Ming suddenly gained a clear understanding of Tang Hanyang.

He saw him as ruthless, skillful, and hard on himself.

Tang Hanyang truly lived up to the title of "Underground Minister of Jiang City," possessing remarkable skills.

Deng Zhigang patted Tang Hanyang on the shoulder, looking worriedly at his blood-red palm, and said:

"Are you okay? Should you go to the hospital immediately?"

"No problem, this minor injury is not going to kill me. Back when I was establishing my territory in Jiang City, I suffered much more severe injuries all over, too many cuts to count. This is nothing."

Tang Hanyang licked the blood-red palm with his mouth and smiled casually.

Though now, his mouth had a blood-red hue, making for a striking sight.

"Brother Tang, you're something! You dealt with Lao Qiming in no time."

"I saw the look of fear on his face just now, afraid he might piss himself."

At this moment, Yuan Yuhao and Wang Xinjie spoke to Tang Hanyang with a smile.

Yuan Feipeng, who was more reserved and usually not talkative.

He just looked at Tang Hanyang with admiration.

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