The two bodyguards were set on the ground, and Ren Feng merely lifted his foot with a few swift movements, directly kicking forwards.

The other three bodyguards rushing forward received a kick to the chest and then elegantly crashed to the floor.

Seeing the remaining five bodyguards charging, Ren Feng suddenly yanked the tablecloth from a nearby table, slapped his palm, and under the effect of True Qi, the dishes on the cloth shot forward!

The neighboring diners and the waiters were utterly stunned. Wasn't this scene something only seen on TV?

Mr. Liang's group was also dumbfounded. No way, how could these bodyguards be so pathetic?

The dishes clattered on the bodyguards, their mouths releasing constant cries of pain. Before they could react, Ren Feng rolled them up with the tablecloth, binding the five together!

"Wow, Feng, you're so cool!"

"Feng, you're amazing!"

The group of girls from the company cheered eagerly; Ren Feng's series of moves just now was simply too cool.

Mr. Liang's group started to feel uneasy, especially when they saw Ren Feng's gaze toward them, causing a hint of fear mixed with pretense.

"What do you want to do?"

The person next to Mr. Liang shouted loudly, "I'm telling you, you'd better behave. Our status isn't something you can mess with."

These people, always boasting about their backgrounds; can't they come up with a new way?

Mr. Liang looked at Ren Feng who was walking towards him silently, his face still as arrogant as before, "Don't think defeating my bodyguards is anything special. So what if you know some martial arts? I'm telling you, if you have guts, wait till I call for reinforcements!"

Call for reinforcements?

The surrounding waiters and diners looked at him with strange eyes, while the company girls could barely hold back their laughter.

Do you think this is a child's play fight where you call for backup?

After speaking, Mr. Liang actually pulled out his phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Liang, call some experts over, get rid of him!"

The group of friends egged him on.

"Hey, do you think calling people shows a lack of respect for me?"

Ren Feng's calm voice came through.

Mr. Liang looked up and saw Ren Feng smiling at him. Before he could respond, Ren Feng suddenly raised his hand, with a swift motion, smashed a dish hard on his head!

Bang!

The sudden action startled everyone.

Mr. Liang's eyes widened in disbelief as blood started to drip from his head.

"You, you dare hit..." Mr. Liang regained his senses, suddenly infuriated, but before he could jump with rage, Ren Feng had already smashed another dish on his head.

Bang!

The second hit landed.

"Damn, I'll fight you…"

Bang!

The third hit landed.

These three strikes left blood all over Mr. Liang's head.

The group of good-for-nothing friends was stunned at this, thinking how brutal this person is, to make such fierce strikes?

"Let's see you smash again!"

Mr. Liang was truly enraged, shouting expletives as no one had dared hit him for so long.

Ren Feng, without a word, raised his hand and smashed again.

With a crash, that was the fourth broken dish, with fragments everywhere on the ground.

Mr. Liang started feeling something off on his head, like some liquid was flowing down?

He touched it with his hand, then was suddenly shocked: it was blood?

Damn, I'm actually bleeding?

"You're tough, aren't you going to stop?" Mr. Liang raged. Ren Feng was a little surprised; despite this masochistic request being odd, how could Ren Feng not comply?

A pleasure indeed.

Thus, the fifth dish was thrown again.

Crisp, decisive.

Mr. Liang was feeling dizzy, "You try that again!"

Bang!

Another hit.

"Feng, yeah, like that, don't hold back, his head is tough and resistant!"

"Yeah, Feng, smash him to death!"

The company girls cheered, transforming into little demons of evil, incredibly entertained by what they were witnessing.

The group of friends was shocked, quickly approaching, but Ren Feng glanced at them and said lightly, "Whoever moves gets smashed."

The friends were terrified, not daring to move recklessly; one shouted, "Afraid of him, for what? There are so many of us..."

Before he could finish, a dish flew over, accurately hitting his head, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Hmm, this is called 'striking the keenest bird'.

Mr. Liang saw Ren Feng pick up another dish, finally feeling a bit timid since the blood was nearly covering his face.

"Still smashing?" Ren Feng asked calmly.

"No, not smashing." Mr. Liang shook his head.

"Not smashing?" Ren Feng's face wore a smile, "Sorry, I'm just getting a feel for it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dish smashed onto his forehead again.

"Were you being arrogant in front of me earlier?"

Bang!

"Were you showing off your wealth in front of me just now?"

Bang!

"Were you trying to hit on my woman just now?"

Bang!

One hit per question, in an instant, the sound of dishware shattering continued, fragments strewn all over the floor.

The gang of friends was struck dumb, looking at Mr. Liang who was in such dire condition, they couldn't help but swallow hard, damn, does it have to be so sinister?

The restaurant's female manager was full of distress, thinking of all the monetary loss piled on the floor.

"Did you just," Ren Feng picked up another dish, seeing Mr. Liang who was almost done for, no longer carrying the look of arrogance, instead filled with panic, "Stop, stop smashing."

Ren Feng's hand paused mid-air, Mr. Liang sighed with relief, but a second later, the dish smashed down anyway.

"You!"

Mr. Liang's face flushed again with anger, Ren Feng smiled and said, "Sorry, didn't hear you earlier."

Then, Ren Feng went to grab another dish, Mr. Liang's face immediately filled with terror.

But there was no more dishware on that table.

Finally, no more, Mr. Liang sighed in relief, and so did his circle of friends, relieved that there were no dishes left.

Ren Feng looked a bit unsatisfied, then called to the waiter: "Waiter, could you bring some dishware over, yes, I need twenty dozen!"

Pfft!

The people around almost spat out blood from laughing, so you actually got addicted to smashing?

And the company girls, after a moment of stupor, once again continued their cheers.

"Feng, you're amazing."

"Feng, I still want to watch you smash things."

This group of girls really knows no bounds.

The female manager's face almost broke into tears, "Sir, how about letting it be?"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't make a move again, didn't you notice there aren't any dishes on our table? How are we supposed to eat without dishes, right?" Ren Feng looked at the female manager with a puzzled expression.

The female manager was utterly bewildered.

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