Chapter 206 Acting Ruthless, Shocking the Whole Room!
The Sharp-tongued Woman paused for a moment, feeling secretly annoyed.
The bastard, was he treating her like his hired thug?
She was very unhappy, but she couldn't go back on her word after what she had said earlier.
Therefore, when Pang Biao charged over, she stepped forward to meet him immediately.
"Bang—"
The Sharp-tongued Woman leaped up and kicked the chair in Pang Biao's hand, smashing it to pieces on the spot.
Then, her right hand shot out, fast as lightning, instantly grabbing Pang Biao's wrist and twisting it hard.
"Crack—"
The sound of bone dislocating rang out.
A look of pain appeared on Pang Biao's face, and he staggered backward several steps.
"Bang—"
The Sharp-tongued Woman attacked fiercely. She took a quick step forward, executed a flashy spinning kick, and sent Pang Biao flying.
Pang Biao's heavy body crashed heavily onto the floor, sweating cold from the pain.
"Hiss—"
Seeing this scene, many people gasped in shock.
Even Li Ziheng was shocked by the Sharp-tongued Woman's outstanding combat skills.
He had just been teasing the Sharp-tongued Woman on purpose and was even ready to fight.
But he never expected that the Sharp-tongued Woman's skills were so impressive; she had beaten Pang Biao down in just a few moves.
Pang Biao was covered in muscle, big and tall, about 1.78 meters in height. Yet with a physique like that, he was like a three-year-old child in front of the Sharp-tongued Woman, beaten until he had no strength to fight back.
"Who else is dissatisfied? Step forward, and I'll deal with every single one of you!"
The Sharp-tongued Woman cracked her wrist, as if fighting Pang Biao was just a warm-up.
She looked coldly at the twenty or so people standing there.
Under her sharp gaze, those twenty-plus people dared not make a move, clearly intimidated by the Sharp-tongued Woman's extraordinary skills.
"Tch—"
Seeing that no one dared to step forward, the Sharp-tongued Woman curled her lips in disdain and turned to walk back to Li Ziheng's side.
However, the moment she turned around, Pang Biao, who had been beaten to the ground, suddenly climbed up.
He pulled a butterfly knife from his pants pocket, then quickly charged at the Sharp-tongued Woman, thrusting the knife forcefully toward her back.
Due to the angle, the Sharp-tongued Woman did not notice.
Just as Pang Biao was about to succeed in his sneak attack, Li Ziheng's expression changed. He shouted "Be careful," immediately sprang up from his chair, and rushed over.
"Dodge!"
Li Ziheng shoved the Sharp-tongued Woman to the right.
Mistakenly thinking Li Ziheng was attacking her, the Sharp-tongued Woman instinctively tried to use a grappling technique to subdue him.
But in the next second, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out beside her ear.
She turned her head and saw that Pang Biao had appeared behind her at some point, holding a butterfly knife tightly in his hand, and the blade of the butterfly knife had now pierced through Li Ziheng's palm.
Bright red blood dripped down the blade of the butterfly knife.
After a brief moment of surprise, the Sharp-tongued Woman quickly realized that Li Ziheng had pushed her away to save her.
If not for Li Ziheng's push just now, the knife would likely have stabbed into her body.
"Losing to a woman is one thing, but launching a sneak attack? Does someone like you deserve to stay in the organization?"
Li Ziheng gripped Pang Biao's knife-wielding hand tightly, his eyes filled with burning rage.
As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his right fist and smashed it hard into Pang Biao's face.
Pang Biao let out a muffled groan and stepped back. Li Ziheng, having landed a hit, threw another punch, continuing to strike Pang Biao's face.
After five consecutive punches, Pang Biao was beaten until he was dazed and blurry-eyed.
His hand gripping the butterfly knife also loosened at that moment.
Li Ziheng endured the severe pain and expressionlessly pulled the butterfly knife that had pierced his palm.
Instantly, blood flowed continuously down his fingers.
Li Ziheng held the bloody butterfly knife and walked slowly toward Pang Biao.
At this moment, he suddenly recalled the words his future father-in-law, Song Huaiyan, had once said to him.
"Li Ziheng, you must understand a principle: as a man, if your heart isn't ruthless, you won't stand firm.
If even you can be casually humiliated by others, how will others view your woman?
If you want to protect your woman, you must make them fear you, dread you, and be terrified of you. Only then will they dare not touch the people around you."
Thinking of Song Huaiyan's teachings, Li Ziheng hardened his heart. He placed his left hand forcefully on Pang Biao's right shoulder, grabbed it tight, then clenched the butterfly knife and thrust it directly into Pang Biao's stomach with a stab.
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
Li Ziheng stabbed three times in a row, not stopping until Pang Biao's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
He expressionlessly raised his hand to glance at his bleeding palm, then swept his cold gaze across the entire room.
"Aside from them, who else refuses to accept me? Stand up together!"
His voice was not very loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
For a moment, those who had held skeptical, disdainful, or contemptuous attitudes toward Li Ziheng all changed their expressions.
Li Ziheng was too ruthless.
He took a knife wound without even frowning. What was even more ruthless was that he had stabbed Pang Biao to the ground right in front of everyone.
Such ruthless methods were on par with Master Yan.
"Master Heng, for you to take Master Yan's seat, I submit!"
Among the people present, someone suddenly said this.
Immediately afterward, voices rang out one after another.
"I submit too!"
"The person Master Yan chose must be the most suitable."
"Master Heng, from now on, I'll follow you!"
"Me too!"
"..."
Hearing these voices, Li Ziheng smiled faintly and waved his hand at them, signaling them to be quiet.
If it had been before, these people most likely would not have given Li Ziheng any face.
But after the incident with Pang Biao, they had developed a sense of awe toward Li Ziheng.
Therefore, upon seeing Li Ziheng's gesture, they immediately quieted down.
Li Ziheng looked at the twenty or so people still standing and said in an extremely cold voice: "I don't have the patience to waste time here with you losers. The choice has been given to you. Whether to leave or stay, you have ten breaths to decide for yourselves."
"After ten breaths, if I see anyone still standing, every single one of you can forget about leaving this Banquet Hall in one piece!"
Words equivalent to a threat came from Li Ziheng's mouth.
But with Pang Biao as a warning, no one present dared to doubt the truth of Li Ziheng's words.
Time passed slowly.
The twenty or so people still standing looked at each other, everyone's eyes showing hesitation.
Finally, one person took the lead to state his position.
"I am willing to work with Master Heng!"
After speaking, the man sat down.
With someone taking the lead, others followed suit. Soon, more than ten people sat down one after another.
When the time was up, only eight people in the large Banquet Hall remained standing.
"Very good!"
Li Ziheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at those eight people.
Then, he walked slowly toward them.
"Master Heng, I apologize to you for my earlier behavior!"
When Li Ziheng was about to reach the person closest to him, that man suddenly picked up his wine glass, drank it all in one go, and then sat down without hesitation.
"Master Heng, I salute you as a real man! I'll drink this! Please look after me in the future!"
Another person followed suit.
Then came the third, and the fourth.
When only three people remained, those three were not intimidated by Li Ziheng's methods.
With dark faces, they cupped their fists toward Li Ziheng, then turned and left the Banquet Hall.
From then on, everyone remaining in the Banquet Hall, except for Pang Biao lying on the ground not knowing if he was dead or alive, acknowledged Li Ziheng's current identity and status.
Li Ziheng looked around and said loudly: "Since everyone is willing to follow me, I won't treat you unfairly. Eat and drink as much as you want today; I will pay for everything!"
"Master Heng is generous!"
"Master Heng is mighty!"
"Follow Master Heng, and the money will roll in!"
"..."
As soon as Li Ziheng finished speaking, sounds of flattery and bootlicking were endless.
"I still have matters to attend to, so I won't keep you company."
Li Ziheng dropped these words, turned his head to signal the Sharp-tongued Woman, and then strode out of the Banquet Hall.
Just after walking out of the Banquet Hall, Li Ziheng's face instantly turned pale.
His injured hand was trembling uncontrollably.
The Sharp-tongued Woman was stunned by the contrast in Li Ziheng's behavior.
But at this moment, Li Ziheng glared at her in annoyance and shouted: "What the hell are you looking at? Hurry up and take me to the hospital!"