"Ah—" Song Xiaodong said nothing, lifted his leg and delivered a hard kick, leaving a large footprint on Wang Hongfei's wide black T-shirt. Wang Hongfei's belly fat fluttered up and down as he was kicked several meters away, rolling on the ground several times without making a sound, almost fainted from Song Xiaodong's kick.
"Hey, don't hit!" Qiao Yutong reached out both hands to grab Song Xiaodong's arm.
"Oh... oh..." After a dozen seconds, Wang Hongfei finally caught his breath, clutching his stomach and rolling back and forth on the ground, then shouted, "You dare to hit me? Don't blame me for being rude then! What are you all standing around for, go hit him!"
Upon hearing this, Song Xiaodong realized Wang Hongfei had made preparations, and he heard a clamor and footsteps from the other side of the restaurant as more than twenty thugs came towards him, wielding clubs, ready to hit Song Xiaodong.
