Peach Blossom Dual Cultivation

“The audacity of these young people nowadays—they not only beat up Xiaohu but also dare to come here causing trouble. Scarface, since they’re here to collect a debt from me, bring them in,” Duan Wei ordered his subordinate, the man with the scarred face. Zhou Lang had already taken down so many of his men, and if Duan Wei couldn’t catch Zhou Lang and teach him a lesson, where would his reputation on the streets go?

Although Duan Wei had earlier scolded Duan Xiaohu, he was still very protective of him. His brother had died early, and since his wife didn’t have any children, Duan Wei treated his nephew, Xiaohu, like his own son. If it weren’t for this excessive pampering, Xiaohu wouldn’t have become so reckless.

“Yes, boss,” Scarface replied as he left.

A few minutes later, Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou were brought into the large room where Duan Wei was. Before this, Zhou Lang had already taken down over ten of the KTV’s bouncers, but since he was still a student, he hadn’t seriously injured any of them; they had only sustained minor injuries.

“Scarface, beat this guy up. I was just looking for them, and now they’ve delivered themselves right to us!”

Duan Xiaohu jumped up from the sofa, eyes filled with malice as he pointed at Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou.

“Hold on,” Duan Wei said, waving his hand to stop Scarface, who was just about to make a move.

“Uncle…”

Xiaohu looked at Duan Wei, puzzled.

“Don’t be so rash when dealing with matters,” Duan Wei advised his nephew before turning to Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou.

“Young man, you claim that I, Duan Wei, owe you money. Why don’t you explain when I borrowed money from you? If you’re just spouting nonsense, I’ll have each of you break a leg as a lesson to show you that not everywhere is free to enter at will.”

“Duan Xiaohu and your men kidnapped my friend last night, took her to the riverside, and robbed her. Today, we’re here to get that money back,” Zhou Lang responded, calm and composed.

Previously, Zhou Lang wouldn’t have dared to ask someone like Duan Wei, a notorious thug, for money. But now that he had gained strength, his mindset had unconsciously changed. In his eyes, Duan Wei was nothing more than an ordinary person.

“Come to me for money? You’re the first in Feiyun City. You’ve caused a scene in my KTV, and it’s certainly going to affect my business. You look like a poor kid, so I’ll just have to take something from you as compensation.”

Duan Wei sneered, signaling to Scarface with his eyes.

Scarface, confident in his abilities, rushed at Zhou Lang. Although Zhou Lang had previously taken down over ten men, Scarface wasn’t concerned. As Duan Wei’s top enforcer, Scarface was somewhat infamous in Feiyun City.

Without a word, Scarface launched a powerful kick toward Zhou Lang, the force of which created a whistling sound as it cut through the air.

Duan Xiaohu’s face lit up with satisfaction. Scarface’s kicks packed at least a few hundred pounds of force and had broken many legs in the past.

However, Zhou Lang casually stepped aside, grabbed Scarface’s belt before the kick could land, and easily threw him across the room.

Thud!

Scarface hit the wall hard and then fell to the ground.

“Ah!”

Duan Wei was startled, and Duan Xiaohu turned pale with fear. They couldn’t believe that the infamous Scarface, who usually terrorized Feiyun City, was so easily defeated by Zhou Lang. The girl massaging Duan Wei screamed in terror.

“I’ll kill you!”

Scarface struggled to his feet, still unwilling to accept defeat. He grabbed a steel pipe as thick as a baby’s arm from the corner of the room and charged at Zhou Lang.

But suddenly, the steel pipe was in Zhou Lang’s hands, as if by magic.

“Is this all you’ve got? And you still think you can break my legs?”

Zhou Lang snorted. With a casual twist, he bent the steel pipe into the shape of a “7.”

Scarface stood frozen in place. That steel pipe was as thick as a baby’s arm—it would take thousands of pounds of force to bend it so easily. Was Zhou Lang even human? He seemed more like a god!

Duan Wei and Duan Xiaohu were equally terrified, unable to believe what they were seeing. The girl behind Duan Wei nearly fainted from fear.

Only Zhao Xiaorou looked pleased, her eyes scanning Duan Wei and the others. Strangely, she didn’t seem too surprised by Zhou Lang’s extraordinary strength.

Zhou Lang exerted a little more force, straightening the pipe back out, then bent it again, repeating the process several times. The sight left Duan Wei and the others trembling with fear. Damn it, this kind of strength was beyond anything a normal person could have.

“Scarface, back off! Xiaohu, get over here and kneel before this gentleman and lady. Apologize!”

Duan Wei, who had seen his share of the world as a seasoned gangster, was the first to recover. He barked orders at Scarface and Duan Xiaohu.

“Uncle…”

Scarface stepped back, his face filled with fear, but Duan Xiaohu was unwilling to kneel so easily.

“I said, kneel and beg this gentleman and lady for forgiveness! Didn’t you hear me?”

Duan Wei shouted angrily, suddenly standing up from the sofa and storming over to Duan Xiaohu, slapping him hard across the face.

This time, Duan Xiaohu was truly frightened. His legs trembled as he walked over to Zhou Lang and Zhao Xiaorou and knelt.

“Get up. Just return the money you took yesterday, and we’ll leave,” Zhou Lang said calmly. Though he had once been just an ordinary student, his words now carried an air of authority.

“Scarface, where’s the money?”

Duan Xiaohu asked as he got up, addressing Scarface.

Scarface didn’t dare disobey. He took out a bulging wallet, removed all the money inside, and handed it to Zhou Lang with both hands.

With Zhou Lang’s immense strength and Duan Wei treating him with respect, Scarface knew better than to try and resist.

“See if any money is missing,” Zhou Lang said, handing the steel pipe to Zhao Xiaorou.

“Not a penny missing,” Zhao Xiaorou replied.

“Then let’s go,” Zhou Lang said, turning to leave.

“Please wait,” Duan Wei called out hesitantly.

“What, you have more to say?”

Zhou Lang asked, his tone indifferent.

“No, no, I just have a few words I’d like to say to both of you. Please, give me a moment,” Duan Wei said, his voice trembling with fear. He then instructed Duan Xiaohu and the others, “You three, get out of here. Make sure no one interrupts us.”

Confused, Duan Xiaohu, Scarface, and the girl left the room.

“May I ask the names of the gentleman and the lady?”

Duan Wei asked, his attitude increasingly respectful.

“Why, are you planning to get back at us later? I’m Zhou Lang, and my friend here is Zhao Xiaorou. If you want revenge, go ahead, but I won’t be as polite as I was today,” Zhou Lang replied coldly. Though he’d never been involved in street life, he knew enough about these gangsters’ tactics.

“My nephew and my men were in the wrong this time. You’re practically a deity—how could I dare seek revenge?”

Duan Wei said, growing even more fearful. He pulled out two cards and handed them to Zhou Lang.

“This is a small token of my appreciation. Please, Mr. Zhou, accept them.”

“And what’s this?”

Zhou Lang asked, puzzled.

“One is a bank card with 500,000 yuan, as compensation for both of you. The other is a VIP card for my KTV, allowing you to enjoy free services for life,” Duan Wei explained. He owned several businesses in Feiyun City, with a net worth close to a billion. To have reached such heights, he had a keen eye for talent. Seeing Zhou Lang’s extraordinary abilities, he knew that Zhou Lang wasn’t an ordinary person and wanted to build a connection with him.