In front of the Dinghao Hotel.

Shen Qiang, with Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong carrying their hands behind their backs, had just stepped out when the door of the sports car parked on the roadside swung open, and soon, Shen Qiang saw dozens of young men loitering on the street corner following him.

"Shen, you bastard!" Pei Zhengyi, with an icy expression, walked over grinding his teeth, and stared at Shen Qiang, "Hand over all the video files, then bow your head and apologize to me with all due respect. Let me slap you a few times, and we'll call it even."

The demand amused Shen Qiang, "Still dreaming? Do you need more sleep?"

Pei Zhengyi got furious, "Shen Qiang, don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'm going to count to three, 3…"

Slap!

Shen Qiang raised his hand and gave Pei Zhengyi a direct slap, staggering him.

"I gave you two chances, but you didn't appreciate them. Now you come to me putting on airs, and you're counting down on me? Come on, count again," Shen Qiang said with a smile.

Pei Zhengyi roared and lunged at Shen Qiang, "Beat him up, beat him to death!"

Thud!

Shen Qiang kicked him in the abdomen, sending him to his knees on the ground.

At that moment, as others started the assault, Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong also charged in.

Screams erupted instantly.

Watching them wield rubber batons like tigers in a flock of sheep, ruthlessly striking at the young men who were advancing, Shen Qiang felt a tinge of pity in his heart.

Sigh.

These guys were really getting beaten mercilessly.

Although Shen Qiang had ordered not to inflict fatal injuries early on,

it was impossible to completely avoid minor wounds.

Some had their teeth knocked out, noses collapsed, and due to the high friction of rubber batons, many suffered torn skin on their brow bones; the injuries were too numerous to count.

But these young men, god knows where Pei Zhengyi found them, were particularly vicious among ordinary people. After getting beaten, they swarmed to the side of the road, pulled out baseball bats, machetes, iron chains, and brass knuckles from a van, then charged back into the fray.

But Shen Qiang still didn't move, merely observing Lan Yong and Wu Zhaoyang quietly.

In fact, these two were different from Bianyi.

Bianyi was scum, a shameless, insatiable bastard who could handle complex situations, intrigues, and schemes without any problem.

But Wu Zhaoyang was clearly not cut out for business.

And that was evident from his struggling Odeng skewer stall that was barely surviving.

He was fine playing basketball as an amateur hobby.

But in real professional leagues, where cultivators were forbidden to compete, Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong, being unsuitable for business and bad at plots and schemes, would only make a fool of themselves if tasked with managing it. So the only thing left for them to do was to diligently practice their cultivation and serve as martial generals or head security officers.

And that required them to know the limits of force.

If they were too light or too heavy-handed, they would not be the bodyguards for Shen Qiang's petty businesses but rather like ticking time bombs buried aside these businesses, leaving you uncertain when they might cause trouble.

After all, consider the Datong River, for instance, a restaurant where people from all walks of life came and went.

If Lan Yong and Wu Zhaoyang were quick to flare up and had no restraint, and you were in the midst of business but one of them ended up killing a customer, how could you possibly go on with your business?

So, in the eyes of Lan Yong and Wu Zhaoyang, this might just be a simple lesson for Pei Zhengyi.

But in Shen Qiang's eyes, this was a test.

If the two men could gauge their actions well, letting them be security supervisors by the Datong River or elsewhere, Shen Qiang would feel much more at ease.

If neither could show restraint, then they would be pretty much useless.

Because lacking even the basic ability to control their own behavior, they would be good for nothing, only to be kept by Shen Qiang to be brought out when needed, and cast aside when not, serving as low-level thugs.

Amidst screams of agony, Shen Qiang observed with a calm expression.

Not until the last young man was kicked down by Lan Yong did a smile finally appear in Shen Qiang's eyes.

Perfect!

Looking at the young men sprawled on the ground, wailing in pain.

They seemed pitiful, but without exception, all had only superficial injuries; although they looked bloodied and beaten, none had internal injuries, nor was there any risk of them being crippled.

This was good.

When dealing with ordinary people.

The two beating more than forty men, such overwhelming deterrent power was enough to deter all sorts of riffraff, hoodlums, and even some groups with the nature of the Black Society from targeting Shen Qiang's business.

At this moment, Pei Zhengyi sat lying in front of Shen Qiang, staring at Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong with astonishment, seemingly unable to believe how fierce the two were.

And just then, Bianyi, wearing a red tie, emerged from the hotel, followed closely by the newly appointed restaurant manager holding a chair.

Upon reaching the outside, the new restaurant manager placed the chair respectfully behind Shen Qiang, even wiping it down.

Bianyi said with a smile, "Please take a seat, boss. I've called the police, and under normal circumstances, they should arrive within three minutes, so you have a little more than two minutes left, please cherish them."

Shen Qiang laughed, sat in the chair, and looked down at Pei Zhengyi from a superior position.

"I gave you three chances. The first time, you were outside the hotel, mocking Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong, targeting my girlfriend, and putting on airs with me, saying that in your eyes, there were only two people from Medical University, one was Ji Liangchuan and the other Cheng Hai. I ignored you."

"The second time, in the restaurant, I gave you a chance to apologize and get lost."

"The third time, you followed Mr. Zhang into our room, glared at me, and told me you were going to play me to death. I still let you leave."

"This is the fourth time, you led people to attack me at the hotel entrance."

Shen Qiang smiled, leaned forward, and gave Pei Zhengyi, whose eyes were filled with fear, a quick succession of resounding slaps with both the front and back of his hand.

At that moment, Bianyi, standing to the side with a smile, recorded the scene on his phone while saying in a cold voice, "Kneel properly, otherwise the reward from my boss won't be slaps, but a police baton."

Pei Zhengyi dared not move, kneeling orderly in front of Shen Qiang.

"Say your own name," Bianyi said with a smile.

As Pei Zhengyi looked up upon hearing this, he caught sight of Bianyi's phone, which made him panic, "Shen Qiang, don't go too far. What else do you want?"

Shen Qiang smiled without saying a word.

Bianyi laughed and said, "Heh, didn't expect a tough guy. Little Wu, Little Yong, come over here. Each of you give him ten slaps. Let's see just how tough he is."

Hearing this, Wu Zhaoyang and Lan Yong stepped in front of him.

Looking at Lan Yong's excited eyes and Wu Zhaoyang's huge fists, Pei Zhengyi was filled with terror, "Don't hit me, my name is Pei Zhengyi."

Shen Qiang's eyes narrowed with laughter, saying, "It's too late for you to say that now. Come on, serve him the dish!"

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