Han Lang had come looking for trouble, and now that he had impersonated a customer and slipped in, he naturally had no intention of hiding.
Faced with Han Lang's sudden provocation, the waiter was stunned at first.
Although he was a KTV employee on the surface, his actual identity was the same as the thugs led by Sang Biao, a member of Hou Cang's criminal organization.
In comparison, aside from their different roles, there was no fundamental difference between the two.
Therefore, despite his smiling, approachable demeanor as a waiter, he had encountered many people like Han Lang who provoked him for no reason.
However, each time, the result was that the other party was severely taught a lesson and then ruthlessly thrown out the door!
Therefore, after reacting, he was not only fearless but also glanced at Han Lang with disdain. While calmly picking up the walkie-talkie to call for security, he pointed at Han Lang's hand holding him and said carelessly.
"Let go!"
After waiting for a while and seeing Han Lang show no reaction, the waiter instantly lost his patience. He picked up the walkie-talkie again to urge them, then suddenly exerted force, pulling and dragging Han Lang's hand.
But no matter how hard he tried, Han Lang's five fingers were as unmoving as steel clamps.
Seeing this, the other waiters hurried over, assisting him while pointing at Han Lang and shouting.
"Kid! What do you think you're doing? Let go if you know what's good for you, or you'll regret it!"
Other customers in the hall heard the commotion and looked over. Realizing what was happening, they slowly moved away from Han Lang and began to point at him.
"Who is this guy? Doesn't he know this is Marquis Hou's property?"
"Hmph, someone who dares to cause trouble here without even finding out about Marquis Hou is probably tired of living."
"Judging by his age, he's probably just a naive young man. But he has the guts to challenge Marquis Hou, who dominates the underground of Yiyang District!"
"Young people always have to pay a price to know their limits!"
Han Lang ignored their discussions. With a slight exertion of force, he pulled half of the waiter's body out from behind the counter and asked coldly again.
"You still haven't told me, where is Marquis Hou?"
Looking at Han Lang's calm eyes, the waiter had a vague premonition of something ominous. But when he saw the security guards gradually surrounding them, this feeling instantly vanished. He grinned and sneered.
"Want to find Marquis Hou? Get past this hurdle first! Haha..."
The waiter's subtle movements did not escape the eyes of the two, but they were unconcerned.
Ma Long impatiently said to Han Lang, "Young sir, I think this little punk probably doesn't know Marquis Hou's exact location. Why don't we ask someone else?"
Hearing this, Han Lang did not hesitate. The moment he let go, he slapped the waiter.
"Slap!"
The waiter was instantly sent staggering back several steps. Before anyone else could react, Han Lang grabbed another waiter and asked coldly again.
"Tell me! Where is Marquis Hou?"
At this moment, the security guards from various parts of the KTV had basically assembled. They drew their batons and approached the two menacingly.
The leader arrogantly shouted, "Kid! Be smart and kowtow to admit your mistake, or I'll make you regret it later."
Such clichés annoyed Han Lang greatly. He pushed away the waiter he was holding, expressionlessly took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his jacket pocket, unbuttoned the only button on his suit, and lightly brushed the dust off his vest.
"Since none of you are willing to say, I'll have to make a bigger scene to draw him out myself!"
With that,
His figure flashed!
He charged towards the group of security guards with lightning speed!
"Bang! Bang!"
In an instant, the leading security guard and the subordinate closest to him were sent flying by Han Lang, crashing into the transparent glass wall of the wine cellar with two dull thuds.
Seeing this, the remaining security guards could no longer tolerate it. They immediately raised their batons and rushed towards Han Lang.
Ma Long, seeing this scene, laughed heartily with excitement.
"Hahaha, well done! Young sir, the first two don't count. From now on, let's see who knocks down more people. It only counts when the opponent can no longer resist!"
After speaking, without waiting for Han Lang's agreement to compete, he excitedly took a running start, kicked over two people, and then pressed forward, raising his left fist and smashing it towards one of their faces!
"One!"
While announcing his score, Ma Long did not stop. He swept his leg to push back the surrounding security guards, creating a slight distance between them.
"Five!"
Before he could catch his breath, Han Lang's score came through. He turned his head in shock. Behind Han Lang, there were indeed five groaning security guards.
"Damn! Are martial artists this powerful?"
Ma Long had heard of martial artists, but he didn't know the gap between their strength and his. That's why he had a sudden whim and a small idea to compete with Han Lang.
But now, Han Lang's one punch per security guard completely overturned his understanding. With such combat power, ordinary people, no matter how much they trained, could not reach this level.
"It seems he's not even using his full strength! Tsk tsk... this is too terrifying!"
Looking at Han Lang, who was still at ease, Ma Long sighed with emotion.
Even in the army, his skills were considered top-notch. But if he were to face Han Lang, he estimated he would be nothing more than a weakling!
"Ten!"
While he was in a daze, Han Lang's score was updated again.
Ma Long, feeling utterly defeated, listlessly kicked over a security guard who rushed towards him and replied feebly,
"No more competing, no more! You're simply a monster!"
Compared to Ma Long, who knew the truth, more uninformed customers were even more astonished, their eyes widening.
"Damn! What a master!"
"No wonder he dared to challenge Marquis Hou, he's a skilled practitioner!"
"With such impressive skills at such a young age, could he be the legendary martial arts prodigy?"
"Marquis Hou has really kicked a steel plate this time!"
"Brother, you're mistaken! As the saying goes, no matter how high your skill, you fear the knife! Besides, what era is this now!"
"You mean... Marquis Hou has that thing?"
"You said that, I didn't..."
Seeing that dozens of security guards were about to be wiped out, the waiter who was first grabbed by Han Lang behind the counter quickly picked up the walkie-talkie again.
"Brother Black Wolf, Brother Black Wolf! We've encountered a tough opponent in the hall, we..."
Before the waiter could finish speaking, a slender hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. Looking up, he saw Han Lang and Ma Long staring at him kindly. Behind them, the groans of the security guards echoed throughout the entire hall.
"So... you really knew where Marquis Hou was. Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Han Lang's smile, in the waiter's eyes, was like the mockery of a god of death. He quickly and subserviently replied.
"Spare me, esteemed sir, I'll take you there now!"
As the waiter slowly walked out from behind the counter under the watchful eyes of Han Lang and Ma Long, he used the counter for cover, opened the walkie-talkie, and subtly tapped it a few times with his fingernail.