In the bar, fueled by alcohol, the two groups of people began to brawl. They picked up tables, chairs, and stools, smashing them towards each other. Upon witnessing the fight, some other patrons in the bar were scared and fled, while others stood by to watch the spectacle. The bar was filled with excitement, with everyone showing signs of exhilaration, as if they were at a wild celebration.

The commotion inevitably caught the attention of the bar staff. A handsome and solemn-looking young man, dressed as the bar manager, led two other men over quickly in an attempt to stop the fighting in the bar. However, the two groups involved in the fight, caught up in the moment, paid no attention to the manager and the two men, continuing to brawl and strike each other.

The stern-faced bar manager, seeing that his words were being ignored, furrowed his brow even more tightly. Suddenly, he shouted, "Stop it all!"

The sound was as deafening as thunder, causing those involved in the fight to instinctively cover their ears, startled. They turned to look at the bar manager with the tense expression on his face.

"What the hell are you yelling for?" A young, muscular man with a buzz cut shouted angrily at the bar manager. "Do you know you nearly deafened me with that shout?"

"I'm sorry," the bar manager, despite his stern appearance and apparent displeasure, maintained politeness. "This is a place of business. Please calm down. If you really want to fight, you can take it outside."

"Damn, who are you to tell me where to fight?" A long-haired, slim young man on the opposite side, about seventeen or eighteen years old, arrogantly retorted.

The bar manager turned to the long-haired young man and, after staring at him for a few seconds, spoke in a deep voice, "You're the young master of the Zhao Group, Mr. Zhao."

"Heh heh, you actually recognize me," the young man called Mr. Zhao said smugly, looking pleased. "It's my first time at this lousy bar today. I didn't expect the people here to be quite knowledgeable. Hehehe..."

"The Zhao Group? Is it the super group that controls nearly a quarter of the industry in our city, the Zhao Group?" The buzz-cut man was taken aback upon learning the background of Mr. Zhao, and he seemed a bit flustered upon realizing the implications.

"Hmph, what's wrong, scared now?" Mr. Zhao put his hands on his hips, raised his chin high, and his expression became even more smug.

"I...I'm sorry." The buzz-cut man quickly apologized, bowing his head. "I'll cover the expenses for everyone today, including the damages. Seeing Mr. Zhao's background, he seemed a bit intimidated and hastily paid the bill before heading towards the exit of the bar.

"Wait." Mr. Zhao blocked the buzz-cut man's path, boldly gesturing with his hand. "Your people injured me earlier, and now you want to leave like this?"

Sensing that Mr. Zhao was not going to let it go, the buzz-cut man cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

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"What do I want?" Mr. Zhao chuckled, reached out his hand, and pulled a beautiful woman standing next to the buzz-cut man towards him, smiling mischievously. "You injured me earlier, so I'll take this woman as compensation. Don't worry, I just need her to accompany me for one night, and I'll return her to you tomorrow."

"No, she's my girlfriend. I'll give you as much money as you want, but she's off-limits," the buzz-cut man's face changed, and he shouted loudly.

"Off-limits or not, she's mine!" Mr. Zhao said viciously, disregarding the woman's struggles and pulling her into his arms.

"You...you're going too far!" The buzz-cut man, though trying to restrain himself, couldn't hold back any longer. His face turned red with anger, and his fists clenched tightly.

"What if I am? If you know what's good for you, you'll get out of here!" Mr. Zhao angrily shouted, then turned to kiss the woman on the face and grabbed her chest roughly.

"You...you!" The buzz-cut man, seeing Mr. Zhao taking advantage of his girlfriend in public, couldn't contain his rage. He threw a punch at Mr. Zhao's face with all his might. The force of the blow was strong, causing Mr. Zhao to fall to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth. With a "wah," he spat out a white tooth that landed on the ground.

"Damn it!" Mr. Zhao picked up the fallen tooth from the ground, enraged. "Today, none of you will leave here alive. Cut them down for me!" Mr. Zhao shouted in a frenzy. His people pulled out machetes from somewhere and started hacking at the buzz-cut man's group. Fearing Mr. Zhao's background and being unarmed, the buzz-cut man's group was mercilessly attacked, bloodied and bruised, all collapsing to the ground.

"You dare to hit me? I'll make you pay with your life!" Mr. Zhao, with a ferocious expression, raised a sharp machete and aimed to strike the fallen buzz-cut man's head. Suddenly, a hand swiftly reached out, firmly gripping his right wrist, preventing Mr. Zhao from delivering the blow. Mr. Zhao turned his head and saw that the stern-faced bar manager had caught his hand.

"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Mr. Zhao shouted at the bar manager.

"Mr. Zhao, isn't this enough?" the bar manager said in a deep voice. He had been observing from the sidelines and hadn't intervened in the bar fight until now, but seeing that it could turn deadly, he stepped in to stop the commotion.

"Why do you care?" Mr. Zhao tried to pull his hand back forcefully to no avail. The bar manager's grip was firm, like a steel clamp, preventing him from moving. Frustrated and angry, Mr. Zhao yelled, "Let go of me, or I'll chop you too!"

The bar manager remained unfazed and calmly said, "Mr. Zhao, I've been watching. Your unruly behavior here will reflect poorly on me. Don't make it difficult for me."

"I don't care if it's difficult for you! Are you going to let go or not?" Mr. Zhao yelled furiously.

"As long as you promise not to cause trouble anymore and leave, I'll release you," the bar manager said coldly. Feeling embarrassed, Mr. Zhao shouted, "Chop him too! Don't worry, I'll take the blame if anything happens!"

Mr. Zhao's men were used to being dominant and didn't regard a mere bar manager as a threat. They immediately brandished their machetes and started wildly attacking the bar manager. The bar manager didn't move an inch, allowing the men to swing their machetes at him. Surprisingly, when the machetes struck his body and arms, they made a crisp, ringing sound as if hitting a stone. The bar manager only occasionally raised his hand to block the strikes aimed at vital areas like his eyes and neck, but otherwise remained still, enduring the attacks for several minutes.

"What...what is this?" Mr. Zhao was dumbfounded. Despite his men attacking for a while, the bar manager stood unscathed in the same spot. Apart from his clothes being torn and some minor cuts on his skin with a bit of blood, the bar manager was essentially unharmed. Onlookers were greatly astonished by the scene, and even Mr. Zhao's men stopped their hands, staring in disbelief at the bar manager.