"Bastard!"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Wu Run, caught off guard by Song Qiao's slap, was instantly enraged.
Shouting as she ran, she lunged at Song Qiao, claws extended.
Song Qiao, of course, wouldn't indulge her. With a cold snort, he kicked her to the ground.
"Ungrateful wretch."
Cursing, he grabbed Xia Xueqing and the others and turned to leave.
"Song, you bastard, stop right there!"
Wu Run, clearly not in her right mind, struggled to her feet and charged at Song Qiao and his group again.
Her posture suggested she was ready to sacrifice her life.
"If you have the guts, don't leave! Let me see how good you are at fighting!"
As she spoke, Wu Run pulled out her phone from her pocket.
It was obvious she was going to call for backup.
"Song Qiao, let's go quickly. Don't get entangled with this woman,"
Wu Meng tugged at his sleeve and whispered a reminder.
From Wu Run's behavior, it was clear this crazy woman had found someone with some capability to back her up.
However, Song Qiao seemed to completely disregard the threat.
He smirked contemptuously at Wu Run and then turned to sit in a nearby empty seat.
With a calm expression, he said,
"I'm not going anywhere today. I'll wait right here. I want to see what kind of person you can find!"
With that, he carelessly started playfully teasing Xia Xueqing.
No matter how much Xia Yuqing and Wu Meng tried to persuade him, he refused to leave.
After about fifteen minutes.
A man in his late thirties or early forties, with a tattooed arm, arrived at the scene.
He was followed by over a dozen henchmen armed with steel pipes.
As soon as Wu Run saw him, she immediately curried favor and flocked to him.
"Brother Rong, you're finally here. This is the person who laid hands on me."
"Please, teach them a lesson for me."
As she spoke, she cast a smug glance at Song Qiao, her eyes filled with triumph.
It was as if she could already see Song Qiao kneeling before her, begging for mercy.
"Kid, are you causing trouble here at my place, Chen Zhirong?"
Chen Zhirong glanced at Wu Run with distaste.
Although he held contempt for his troublesome cousin,
it didn't stop him from wanting to teach Song Qiao a lesson.
Ever since his shooting range was established, no one had dared to cause trouble within its premises.
Now, Song Qiao had openly attacked his cousin here.
For someone who valued his reputation, how could he not retaliate?
"What if I am? What if I'm not?"
Song Qiao smiled. The name Chen Zhirong clearly held no sway over him.
"Damn it, you're quite arrogant."
"It seems if I don't teach you a hard lesson today, you won't know how many eyes the King of Hell has."
"Break his legs, then throw him out."
Chen Zhirong waved his hand, and his henchmen immediately charged at Song Qiao, swinging their steel pipes.
"You're asking for death!"
Seeing that they resorted to violence after only a few words.
Song Qiao's expression immediately turned grim.
Then, facing the onslaught, he suddenly leaped up from his chair, deftly dodging the swinging steel pipes.
Following that, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, quickly subduing everyone.
Each and every one of them had their legs broken, in a taste of their own medicine.
For a moment, the entire shooting range echoed with screams of pain.
Seeing this, Chen Zhirong's eyelids twitched in fear.
He mentally cursed Wu Run's entire lineage.
What kind of formidable foe had this crazy woman provoked outside?
"Mr. Chen, it seems your men aren't quite enough, are they?"
While he was still in a daze, Song Qiao unexpectedly walked towards him.
A playful smirk still on his face.
"What do you want? I'm telling you, I'm the nephew of Secretary Gao in this city. Don't you dare do anything rash."
Chen Zhirong recoiled in fear, his face etched with panic.
"You're Gao Liang's nephew?"
Upon hearing this, Song Qiao frowned slightly.
"That's right, he's my uncle. If you're scared, then quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, and I might consider sparing your life."
Seeing Song Qiao hesitate, Chen Zhirong assumed his uncle's reputation had intimidated him.
He immediately regained his previous arrogant demeanor.
Who knew that Song Qiao almost burst out laughing at his words.
"So what if you're the secretary's nephew? Even if his son came, I wouldn't hold back."
As he spoke, he suddenly slapped Chen Zhirong across the face.
"Today, I'll first educate you on behalf of Secretary Gao."
Song Qiao said, then rushed forward and began to pummel and kick Chen Zhirong again.
In less than five minutes, the latter was lying on the ground, bruised and swollen.
Song Qiao spat on the ground dismissively.
He turned to leave.
From behind him came Chen Zhirong's venomous voice,
"Kid, you wait and see. I'll call my uncle right now. You'll be thrown in jail."
"If you leave here today, I guarantee you won't have a single peaceful day."
These words instantly enraged Song Qiao completely.
He let out a cold snort, returned to his original seat, and said calmly, "As you wish. Even if you call the provincial governor here today, I'll still beat you."
"Fine, you have guts. Just clean your neck and wait for death."
Chen Zhirong was ecstatic and quickly took out his phone to call Secretary Gao.
"What is it now?"
As soon as the call connected, Gao Liang's impatient voice came from the receiver.
It was clear he had been thoroughly annoyed by this distant nephew.
"Uncle, someone is causing trouble at my shooting range."
"I wanted to de-escalate the situation, but the other party attacked directly."
"I mentioned your name, but the brat didn't pay any attention. He specifically said to tell you to come and face him."
His embellished words.
The secretary couldn't help but frown.
For a moment, he suspected that his family's rivals were deliberately trying to cause trouble.
He hesitated, then said in a deep voice, "Stay where you are and keep an eye on him. I'll be there shortly."
With that, he hung up the phone and rushed to the scene without delay.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Song Qiao sitting there with his eyes closed, meditating.
Then he saw the scoundrel Chen Zhirong in front of him, yelling aggressively.
He instantly became furious.
He rushed forward, taking two steps at a time, and slapped Chen Zhirong to the ground.
"I'll beat you to death, you blind fool, for provoking Mr. Song."
"Don't you know Mr. Song is a distinguished guest of the Gao family, and my partner?"
With that, he wasn't satisfied and landed another slap.
Chen Zhirong was stunned.
He had never seen his uncle in such a rage.
For a moment, he stood frozen, covering his face.
Moreover, from what his uncle said, Song Qiao was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend.
"Get out of here immediately. From today onwards, you're no longer in charge of this shooting range."
"If this happens again, you can pack your bags and go back to your hometown."
Secretary Gao said, still kicking the scoundrel's backside in anger.
At this moment, even if Chen Zhirong was foolish, he finally understood that he had messed with the wrong person.
He quickly gathered his subordinates and, dragging the crazy Wu Run with them, they fled the shooting range in a sorry state.