Liu Zhizhong's words sent shockwaves through the room, and Wang Xiaohu and his group erupted in fury.

"Damn it! Screw you!"

"Kid, looking for a beating, aren't you?"

"Fuck, beat him up! I'm gonna beat him up!"

Wang Xiaohu's brothers were beyond furious, shouting and cursing while their fists were already swinging.

Wang Xiaohu aggressively rose from the couch, pointing at Liu Zhizhong and cursing, "Son of a bitch, you're really asking to die! Great Dragon, beat him till he submits!"

"Right on!"

The one called Great Dragon immediately lunged from near the door, throwing punches at Liu Zhizhong.

Luo Yanling was instantly terrified, screaming, "Brother Zhizhong, be careful!"

These brothers of Wang Xiaohu were all skilled fighters from his combat club, and Luo Yanling knew they were fierce.

Yet Liu Zhizhong stayed calm, countering moves and even sneered with a laugh, "A bunch of trash, come on, all of you!"

This enraged Wang Xiaohu's group even more; they were yelling wildly, never having seen someone this arrogant.

Moreover, after several rounds, Great Dragon had not managed to take down Liu Zhizhong but had instead been kicked out of the door by him.

The scene made Wang Xiaohu furious, "Damn it, all of you, gang up on him and crush him!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room shifted again. Great Dragon, roaring, got back up and charged ahead, leading six men to surround and attack Liu Zhizhong.

Luo Yanling watched with her heart in her throat; the villa's living room filled with moving shadows, creating a somewhat cramped space.

Gradually, she began to feel reassured.

Liu Zhizhong moved with agile grace, handling himself comfortably amid the six burly men, showing no sign of danger.

In less than three minutes, the big men were exhausted, while Liu Zhizhong was still at ease, starting his counterattack.

Right then, Liu Zhizhong was like a dragon emerging from the sea, a long howl changing the momentum, unleashing heavy punches and sweeping legs ferociously.

This brutal beating left the six men searching for their teeth on the floor, either covering their noses or their bellies, unable to get up.

Wang Xiaohu, seeing the situation had turned sour, felt almost terrified.

He had never seen a "pretty boy" so skilled in combat! This skill was even fiercer than the ghost he encountered the previous morning?

Wang Xiaohu quietly got up, planning to sneak out the back door.

But Liu Zhizhong rushed over, sweeping his legs out from under him and following it up with a barrage of kicks and stomps; Wang Xiaohu howled in pain, unable to turn over.

Wang Xiaohu wanted to fight back, but Liu Zhizhong never gave him the chance, proving far too strong.

Just yesterday morning in the park, Liu Zhizhong hadn't even exerted his full strength. But tonight, he was merciless.

After finishing, Liu Zhizhong looked at the guys lying all around, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and roared, "Stop your whining, or I'll get serious and beat you trashes to death! You're really all a bunch of garbage! Thinking of watching me perform 'Spring Palace'? Ridiculous!"

Good grief, Wang Xiaohu and his gang were terrified, enduring the pain, not daring to make a sound.

Inside the quiet villa, a brief silence fell.

Luo Yanling, thrilled, suddenly stood from the couch and threw herself at Liu Zhizhong, breaking the silence.

"Brother Zhizhong, I love you so much; you are so incredible!"

She hugged Liu Zhizhong's waist tightly, her contented face pressed against his broad chest, feeling a surge of indescribable safety and happiness.

At this moment, she felt like the happiest, proudest woman in the world, as if Liu Zhizhong were her man.

Liu Zhizhong was fully satisfied, feeling great!

Especially because of Vixen's round, bouncy goods, which he enjoyed immensely.

Before he could say anything, Luo Yanling looked up and firmly kissed him on the lips.

Greatly surprised, Liu Zhizhong stood still as Luo Yanling let go of him, covering her mouth with a mischievous and joyful expression on her face.

Immediately after, Luo Yanling scanned the room and scolded, "Wang Xiaohu, you and your brothers are all trash, a bunch of freaks! Wang Xiaohu, get up and give me the admin rights! I'm deleting you from here!"

Wang Xiaohu, thoroughly intimidated by Liu Zhizhong, obediently got up, took out his phone, opened the app, and really transferred the admin rights to Luo Yanling, his hands trembling with fear and pain.

He still considered himself lucky because Liu Zhizhong had not hit his nose again.

Following that, Luo Yanling immediately removed Wang Xiaohu's facial recognition and car plate recognition from the management system, resolving a significant issue, and commanded, "Now take your trashy brothers and get lost, never appear before my eyes again!"

Wang Xiaohu, still resentful, swiftly gathered his men and prepared to leave.

But there stood Liu Zhizhong at the front door, hands in his pockets, sporting a casual yet menacing demeanor, and said coolly, "Little Sister Luo, are we really going to let them go just like that? Can you guarantee Wang Xiaohu won't harass you again in the future? Isn't that right, Wang Xiaohu?"

"I…" Wang Xiaohu froze, his eyes flickering, yet admitted in pain, "What... what else do you want?"

Liu Zhizhong coldly said, "Just by looking at your face, I know you've reserved schemes against Little Sister Luo. So, you must hand over those plans and, well… heh, tonight, I'd like to see you and your brothers perform 'Spring Palace' on this couch, okay?"