The night falls on Jinling, lights dazzling.

The traffic on the road converges, presenting a prosperous scene.

The taxi stopped where they parked, and after paying, the two got off and got into their own car. Just as they started the car and were about to leave, a van suddenly stopped abruptly in front of them.

Startled, Sun Zhidong slammed on the brakes, and both of them nodded forward sharply due to inertia.

"Damn, can't you drive..."

Sun Zhidong rolled down the car window, just about to curse the other side, when he suddenly saw a group of obviously troublesome people getting out of the van.

Indeed, some of these people were burly, some had faces full of flesh, some were tall, thin, and agile, holding sticks in their hands, and they looked unfriendly at first glance.

"Li Xiang, we're screwed. We're encountering a robbery."

Sun Zhidong hurriedly rolled up the car window, in a panic, outnumbered, hurried to call the police.

At this moment, Sun Zhidong's hand holding the phone began to tremble. When had he ever seen such a scene?

Bang~

Brother Long saw Sun Zhidong roll up the car window to get his phone and knew immediately he was going to call the police. Without hesitation, he swung his baton, smashing the car window:

"Damn you, thinking you can call the police? I'll ruin you."

Little Wu and the others were caught because of the police call made by Sun Zhidong and his group. Now seeing them trying to call the police again made them furious. They directly reached in through the broken car window and snatched Sun Zhidong's phone, throwing it to his little brother.

Breaking it is not possible; how can it be sold for money if it's broken?

"You, who are you? What do you want?"

Sun Zhidong was increasingly terrified. The car was smashed, the phone was taken. He had never encountered such a situation in all his life.

Truly a tiger fallen to flatland is bullied by dogs. If it were in Jinghai, who would dare to treat him like this?

"What do we want? Can't you tell? Of course, it's to deal with you. Get out of the car!"

The group violently dragged Sun Zhidong and Li Xiang out of the car, pinning Sun Zhidong onto the hood. When they tried to pin Li Xiang, they found they couldn't move him at all.

"Well, well, there's a tough one. I just love gnawing on tough bones."

Seeing that his companions had pinned Sun Zhidong onto the hood, and reaching Li Xiang, there was a rebellious one. Feeling he'd lost face, he picked up a stick intending to hit Li Xiang hard.

"Just afraid you'll chip a tooth."

Everyone was deceived by Sun Zhidong's frightened expression, forgetting there was a remarkably calm person on the scene.

A scene like this was not new to Li Xiang. During his second mission, he faced twice as many people and still took them down one by one.

He really didn't pay these people much mind and was only thinking about what they were up to.

They must have targeted them since the police station; otherwise, it wouldn't be such a coincidence.

Police station?

Could they be accomplices of those two?

If so, Sun Zhidong didn't encounter just ordinary solicitors but an orchestrated trap.

With 2 points added to intelligence, Li Xiang quickly figured out the cause and effect. His brain really was working well now.

Seeing that this gang was about to start a fight, Li Xiang wasn't going to tolerate them.

In the car, space was limited, making him worry he couldn't fully use his skills; now, there were no such concerns.

Seeing that the stick was about to hit Li Xiang, with his opponent's smirk predicting the agony on Li Xiang's face after taking the hit.

But in the next second, Li Xiang moved like a startled rabbit, blocking with a reverse hand, gripping his opponent's wrist holding the stick, preventing it from coming down, and then disarming him by a wrist twist and elbow strike.

That wasn't all. Before he could react, Li Xiang swiftly palmed his jaw from below. The assailant felt a sharp pain in his wrist, lost his weapon, then lost consciousness, collapsing stiffly, his fall eerily precise.

"Hey, tough guy?"

The scene stunned the crowd. Brother Long and the rest never expected that given their overwhelming advantage, this little punk dared to resist.

"Damn, get him!"

The others, seeing it, got even more excited, all shouting and swinging their sticks at Li Xiang, except the guy pinning Sun Zhidong stayed back, watching them perform.

In his view, one person, however skilled, couldn't fight off five.

Sun Zhidong, with his head pressed, could just see the commotion on Li Xiang's side.

He never expected Li Xiang, facing so many people, dared to fight back. Such courage, he couldn't compare, deserving of his solo capturing of an A-level wanted criminal; his bravery was indeed unusual.

However, his next thought was deep worry.

To him, at worst, they could be robbed and then call the police, eventually recovering what was taken. But now resisting, a beating seemed inevitable.

While pondering how to plead for less beating, suddenly, he widened his eyes in disbelief, looking ahead as if seeing a ghost.

Truly unbelievable, Li Xiang, as if possessed by Bruce Lee, facing the enemy, handled them with simple and straightforward moves, no unnecessary flair.

Each move hit them hard, sending them staggering and wailing.

He even heard the sound of bones cracking, feeling a chill just by hearing it.

Even the burliest ones were getting their loose flesh flung around and faces twisted under Li Xiang's attack.

A high roundhouse kick resolved Brother Long, and Li Xiang, coldly eyeing the fatty still holding Sun Zhidong, said, "How do you want this? Lie down yourself, or should I help you?"

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

The fatty, recalling Li Xiang's brutality and seeing his companions groaning on the ground, knew resistance would end no better, so he squatted down and wrapped his arms around his head.

This position was quite standard.

Sun Zhidong, freed, jumped up: "Li Xiang, you're awesome! You share the same surname as Bruce Lee. Tell me, which generation are you from Bruce Lee's lineage?"

"Doesn't your surname also match Sun Lutang, the founder of Sun-style Tai Chi? Which generation of Sun-style Tai Chi descendant are you?"

"Not the same! If I were as skilled as you, I'd establish my own school."

Despite saying so, Sun Zhidong leaped behind Li Xiang, pointing at the men saying, "Xiang, how should we deal with these people? Let's call the police!"

"Don't call the police, don't call the police. We won't dare again, spare us!"

Hearing Sun Zhidong mention the police, their backs no longer ached, legs didn't hurt, and their faces weren't swollen, repeatedly begging for mercy.

If they entered the police station, it wouldn't just be a simple detention.

"No rush, let me ask something first."

Li Xiang then took out Wang Liping's surveillance photo, showing it to them, asking, "Do you know this person?"

"Boss, it's too dark. We can't see clearly!"

Sun Zhidong retrieved his phone from them, turned on the flashlight, and said, "Look carefully, dare say you don't know, I'll call the police immediately!"

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