These individuals moved in a seemingly chaotic manner, yet their actions were complementary, bearing some resemblance to the Seven-Star Formation.
However, these people were naturally nowhere near as formidable as the Jiang clan remnants encountered in the woods of Yun Jin City's public cemetery. They were fighting for their lives, while these seven or eight men were merely trying to entertain their master.
Furthermore, the man before them, with his "little wolfdog" demeanor, was utterly beneath their notice.
This very thought would soon result in a harsh reality check.
In a flash, the seven or eight men surrounded Ren Yuanhao. Fists and feet rained down, shadows danced, flashing left and right with such speed that it was dizzying to behold.
But this state of affairs did not last long. It was broken by seven or eight pained cries, as dust and smoke dispersed.
However, the scene everyone expected, with Ren Yuanhao groveling on the ground like a dead dog, begging for mercy, did not materialize. Instead, those seven or eight practitioners with formidable auras were all taken down by Ren Yuanhao alone.
Begging for mercy like dead dogs.
Ren Yuanhao brushed off his clothes, seemingly annoyed by the dust on his black trench coat, and then kicked away the groaning man in front of him, picking up the cigarette that had been resting in the ashtray.
The cigarette had not yet been extinguished; its embers burned fiercely.
Everyone stared at Ren Yuanhao as if he were a monster. The time it took for those seven or eight practitioners to go from attacking to being 'laid out' was no more than seven or eight seconds. What kind of speed, ferocity, and violence was required to take down one person per second!
Ren Yuanhao's expression remained indifferent. For him, such a scene was trivial, not even worth considering. Yet, in the eyes of others, Ren Yuanhao had already become a monster.
The entire private room fell silent. Chen Yufei swallowed, his gaze darting around frantically for the two bodyguards, but they were nowhere to be seen.
Bai Feifei cowered behind Chen Yufei, sweat soaking her heavy makeup, which smeared and made her look particularly terrifying.
"Chen something Fei, aren't you going to call your subordinates to clean up? Is the internet cafe owner still going to do business? Where is your civic duty?"
Ren Yuanhao patted Qiu Hui, who was startled, and very dotingly pulled her into his embrace.
"This farce is about to end. Chen Yufei, your name carries weight, and your influence is vast. But I, Qiu Hui, have always acted according to my conscience. Yes, there are many unwritten rules in this industry, but I, Qiu Hui, refuse!"
Qiu Hui's voice was as sharp as cutting ice, and these words placed Chen Yufei squarely in the spotlight.
"Bao-gege, I'm not in a good mood tonight. Take me away."
Qiu Hui leaned her head on Ren Yuanhao's shoulder, as if his broad shoulders could bear her precariously swaying boat.
"As you wish." Ren Yuanhao embraced Qiu Hui, and everyone present voluntarily cleared a path, watching the god of death and the beauty depart.
As the two stepped into the corridor, a large crowd of fans suddenly poured in. Upon seeing Qiu Hui, they swarmed towards her like bees drawn to nectar.
"Qiu Hui, want to do something exciting?"
While Ren Yuanhao's words might have carried a suggestive undertone to others, after this incident, Qiu Hui had come to trust this man implicitly and would never suspect him of ill intentions.
"Then I want to see how exciting it is."
Before Qiu Hui could finish speaking, Ren Yuanhao scooped her up and, like a gust of wind, whisked himself towards the ventilation shaft. Without hesitation, he leaped, directly from the second floor to the ground floor.
Qiu Hui, startled, closed her eyes. However, Ren Yuanhao's descent was incredibly gentle, like a drifting dandelion seed.
"Who are you?" Qiu Hui scrutinized Ren Yuanhao with eyes that regarded him as a monster.
"I am your custom boyfriend, Qin Baobao, at your service. Whether it's a domineering CEO or a sunny warm guy, I can be your happy pill."
Ren Yuanhao smiled as brightly as a clear sky, but this perfect smile was the greatest imperfection for Qiu Hui.
After all, there was no such thing as a perfect boyfriend in this world.
However, one must know how to enjoy life. Don't be boastful at the peak of your life, and learn to savor the low points. Only when you have accumulated enough strength can you spread your wings and soar, and only then can you make a comeback.
"No matter what, you helped me resolve a big case." Qiu Hui's smile held a hint of sadness, and her pitiable demeanor suddenly reminded Ren Yuanhao of his own down-and-out days.
Those were the darkest times of his life, moments he often wished he could forget.
"Look, they're over there!"
As the two were lost in thought, a large group of fans spotted Qiu Hui, causing the masses waiting outside the internet cafe with their glow sticks to surge towards them like a swarm of bees!
"Qiu Hui, want to play something even more exciting?"
"There's something even more exciting? You're not going to tell me you can fly, are you?"
"Hey, hey, hey, where is your mind going? Only superheroes can fly, I'm not a superhero."
After speaking, Ren Yuanhao, seeing that Qiu Hui's attire was not suitable for running, directly picked her up in a princess carry. Before they had run two hundred meters, he saw the driver who had brought him earlier leaning against a large tree, smoking.
"Brother, put out the fire!"
Before the driver could react, Ren Yuanhao placed Qiu Hui in the passenger seat and himself took the driver's seat. The driver, confused, turned his head and immediately saw a mountain of people surging towards him!
"Damn, what's going on? Hey, wasn't that kid holding someone in his arms just now~"
Before the driver could finish, he heard the squeal of burning tires from his Santana. Startled, he thought the kid was going to hijack the car and immediately squeezed into the back seat.
As soon as he got in, he felt a surge of acceleration that he had never experienced in his own beat-up car, which immediately drenched him in a cold sweat!
"Holy crap, man, this isn't Need for Speed, and there's no Koenigsegg chasing you. Please take it easy, okay? This speed, you're going to get tickets any minute!"
Ren Yuanhao paid him no mind, partly because he was too preoccupied. Behind them, over a dozen luxury cars were already in hot pursuit.
"Hey, driver brother, why isn't this car giving enough?"
Little did he know that as Ren Yuanhao said this, the driver had his face pressed against the rear window, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly he dared not let go.
"My God, little brother, mister, this car of mine isn't some Ferrari or Lamborghini, it's just a taxi. Tell me, what kind of 'oomph' do you want!" The driver's speech became slurred as familiar scenery flashed by, blurring into insignificance. "An-and besides, y-you're using my old car to leave the GTRs and BMW 7 Series far behind, eating their exhaust. Can't you at least leave them some face? If I go back to my regular job later, and people want to recreate 'Fast & Furious' with me, I still need to make a living!"