Chapter 105: The Assault Incident

The TNT bar was spacious, and its restrooms were quite lavishly decorated. Unlike ordinary bars where the restrooms were divided into single cubicles without distinction between men and women—an arrangement that often led to chaotic and inappropriate interactions—TNT had done things differently. Men’s restrooms were on the left, women’s on the right, with a wide, well-lit washbasin and mirror area in between. Of course, the lighting inside was dimmer than outside, rendering the mirrors almost useless for clear reflection.

At that moment, two people were entangled in a struggle: the man was evidently a scion of a wealthy family, while the woman’s attire was quite ordinary. Perhaps intimidated by the man’s status, many people came and went from the restroom, but none stepped forward to help. This indifference was precisely what angered Li Xin.

More infuriating than the man’s misconduct was the callous apathy of the bystanders.

Without hesitation, Li Xin strode forward and delivered a powerful kick, striking the man’s left thigh squarely. His strength was four times that of an average person, and the impact sent the man flying across the room.

“Ah—damn it!” the man shrieked, crashing heavily against the wall, writhing in pain.

He was stunned for a moment before fury took hold. Everyone in HZ City knew who he was; who dared lay a hand on him? Raising his head, he cursed loudly.

“Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are—”

His voice abruptly cut off.

Panicked, his eyes darted nervously. The man who had kicked him was now standing mere inches away, one leg lifted about a foot in the air, preparing to strike again. But it wasn’t the threat of another blow that chilled him most—it was the killer glare in Li Xin’s eyes.

Cold. Bone-chilling coldness that made his teeth chatter.

And then, the overwhelming aura of lethal intent.

Though the man was a seasoned player in society, familiar with violence and intimidation, nothing he had encountered in recent years—no, not even the murderer he’d once been caught with—was as terrifying as this.

He was smart enough to recognize when he was outmatched.

Li Xin’s lips curled slightly as he spoke coldly, “I don’t care who you are. If there’s a next time, I’ll kill you. Now get lost.”

The man swallowed hard, nodding repeatedly like a frightened chicken pecking at grain, then painfully dragged himself away. Though beaten, he felt no anger—any impulse for revenge had been extinguished before it could take root. And as for Li Xin’s threat, he believed it a million times over.

Li Xin’s gaze did not lie.

Though the man wouldn’t retaliate, the scene had drawn the attention of many restroom visitors, who whispered and pointed. Li Xin frowned slightly, glanced at the dazed girl still standing there, and then entered the restroom himself.

“Shit, this is serious!”

Suddenly, a discordant exclamation rang out from the lively crowd at the Pepsi booth, drawing everyone’s attention.

“President Jiang, President Gao, Supervisor Zhang—just now in the restroom, the new CF foreign recruit beat up Young Master Duan!” a team member of the One-Shot Tower stammered, still shaken from witnessing the incident.

“What?”

The members of the Pepsi club were stunned. The newcomer had actually struck Young Master Duan?

Who was Young Master Duan? Duan Rulong, sole heir of Duan Nanshan, the leading figure in HZ City’s catering industry. Known for his arrogance, debauchery, and ruthless cruelty, he was a notorious playboy. Rumor had it that he maintained close ties with several gang leaders in the city—a man not to be trifled with.

By tradition, anyone daring to lay a finger on Young Master Duan—or even insult him—would be viciously dealt with.

This was disastrous. The newcomer was likely finished!

“Ding Yang, what else happened?” President Gao urgently asked. As the club’s security manager, he needed to understand the situation fully to devise the best response.

Everyone set down their drinks, their expressions heavy and grim as they awaited Ding Yang’s report.

Jiang Chuxue stood tightly with Jiang Ke’er and Zhao Xue, unable to believe this was true. Especially Jiang Chuxue—reserved and composed by nature—how could he have acted so recklessly?

“Ding Yang, speak up!”

“I… well,” Ding Yang hesitated, “I don’t know what the newcomer said, but Young Master Duan ran away like a scared rabbit.”

He didn’t lie—only those involved knew what Li Xin had said.

The sixty-plus members of the Pepsi club fell into stunned silence, sinking into their sofas with grave expressions. Around the bar, although the noise continued, many had already caught wind of the incident and were whispering and eyeing the Pepsi group.

“Damn it, causing trouble right after arrival. This must be a jinx!” Supervisor Zhang growled, his face dark as ink.

“Exactly, this guy’s way too brazen, stirring up trouble as soon as he’s in HZ. Clearly, he’s trying to sabotage Pepsi.”

“This brat—I want to see how he gets out of this one.”

“President Jiang, President Gao, I think we should cut ties with him quickly, lest Young Master Duan take it out on the club,” someone suggested.

The atmosphere within the club’s ranks grew tense—some genuinely concerned for the club’s interests, others eager to suppress and isolate Li Xin, and some merely waiting to see the drama unfold. In the presence of power, justice was often just a joke.

Just as Jiang Chuxue was about to speak, Li Xin returned, seemingly aware of the resentment and anger directed at him. He smiled faintly, unfazed, and took his seat.

“Hey, kid, what’s your meaning with this?” Supervisor Zhang confronted him immediately.

“What meaning?” Li Xin sneered.

“You hit Young Master Duan! Aren’t you just inviting trouble for the club?”

“This is my own business. What does it have to do with the club? I’m not even a member of Pepsi yet, not your subordinate,” Li Xin retorted coldly.

A collective sharp intake of breath swept through the Pepsi members. The newcomer was truly daring, even defying Supervisor Zhang.

Yet his words were true—he wasn’t yet part of Pepsi.

Some who were about to press charges lost their nerve, while Zhang’s face darkened as he stumbled for words.

“Hmph! You… arrogant fool, Pepsi doesn’t welcome you!”

“You were the ones who invited me, not me begging to come. Besides, it was President Jiang who invited me—what’s it to you?” Li Xin countered, his expression growing icy.

Jiang Chuxue quickly stepped forward. “Supervisor Zhang, he said our distinguished guest is the hope of the CF team. If this matter involving Young Master Duan truly implicates the club, I will handle it fully.”

“President Jiang, you…” Supervisor Zhang’s defiance faltered.

At that moment, a swarm of men in black suits stormed into the bar entrance, their expressions cold as they quickly surrounded the Pepsi club.

The previously boisterous bar fell utterly silent, everyone whispering and speculating.