Chapter 17: Beating Up the Hooligan

"BANG!!"

The bald man flew a good three or four meters before crashing heavily to the ground. A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth as he lay there, completely stunned.

He never would have imagined that kick could be so terrifyingly powerful. It felt as if he'd been sent flying by a charging bull. The sharp pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Boss!!"

Seeing this, the other lackeys froze in place, staring at Yang Xun in utter disbelief.

Their boss—a man who stood over six feet tall and weighed two hundred and twenty pounds, used to throwing his weight around on the streets—had just been sent flying by a single kick from some young punk?

Meng Qiaofei was equally stunned, her jaw hanging open. She stared at Yang Xun, her clear, almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief.

The Yang Xun she knew was timid and weak, someone who didn't even dare to speak loudly in the Xu Family home, let alone get into a fight.