Zhang Yuxing's beautiful face drained of color, truly frightened.

Facing these hooligans and such sharp knives, even the might of her Zhang family was useless.

She was now on the verge of cursing at Liu Zhizhong.

But Liu Zhizhong just held his beer glass up and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, that's a controlled knife you're showing off with such audacity?"

Zhang Yuxing felt so angry she could die!

Shorty With the Tattooed Arms and all his cronies couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Flicking his switchblade, it clattered loudly, "You really know how to crack a joke, buddy! At a time like this, shouldn't you be listening to us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three men with tattoos on their arms each drew their knives.

The gleaming, chilling switchblades unsheathed one after another were truly terrifying.

Liu Zhizhong put his beer glass down, feeling a bit downcast, "Guys, let's talk this through, talk this through! Those are knives, brothers ..."

This plea came across as both pitiful and ridiculous, making Zhang Yuxing so furious she nearly coughed up blood, and when she kicked him, he ignored it as if it were nothing.

The four men with tattooed arms laughed wildly, their drunkenness fueling their madness.

The chunky leader, waving his knife, sneered, "Now you know how to talk nicely? Ready to listen to me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, big brother, you say, you say ...," Liu Zhizhong answered, his voice filled with feigned panic.

"Listen carefully then. Your wife stays here, you go pay the bill. The whole tab, front to back, is just a couple thousand yuan, not much. And then, we all go to the KTV—to drink, to sing, and your wife has to drink, too. How much she drinks depends on how happy we brothers feel."

Liu Zhizhong asked, "And if you get the both of us drunk?"

"Then you'll be heading to KFC by yourself, and your wife will sleep with us. We promise to take real good care of her, understand?"

As the words fell, the four evil hooligans all laughed with malicious glee.

Zhang Yuxing was absolutely livid, standing up and cursing directly, "You bunch of bastards, you really are ..."

But Liu Zhizhong wrapped an arm around her waist, saying, "Wife, don't speak, I am here!"

"You ... you and your nonsense ..."

Zhang Yuxing struggled, lashing out at Liu Zhizhong.

But Liu Zhizhong held on, wrapping his arms around her soft, slender waist. Ah, it really felt so good!

Liu Zhizhong didn't let go of her; instead, he pointed at the four guys with chopsticks, "You each are so daring and lawless, to entertain ideas about my wife; but you'll have to ask if I, the husband, would agree!"

"Hahaha ..."

The laughter of the four men roared uncontrollably.

Shorty With the Tattooed Arms, who was blocking the door, pointed his knife at Liu Zhizhong, "Are you fucking braindead? Now, you're asking if you agree? I think you should be asking if my knife agrees!"

With these words, he brandished the knife, "Quit your bitching, or I'll make you bleed first!"

Liu Zhizhong chuckled coldly, "A bunch of idiots who don't know whether they're coming or going. You think I'm just for show as a husband? I'll have to teach you a lesson so you'll not mistake me for a pushover!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of Zhang Yuxing and strode towards the door where the Shorty With the Tattooed Arms stood.

Instantly, his towering, fearless stature severely rattled Zhang Yuxing's heart; she thought he was truly fierce.

But instinctively, Zhang Yuxing exclaimed, "Be careful, are you crazy ... ah ..."

The next second, she was stunned!

Because Liu Zhizhong just exploded into action!

When Shorty With the Tattooed Arms saw Liu Zhizhong coming, annoyed, he swung his knife, posturing as if to stab him.

But alas, Liu Zhizhong was faster, landing a kick straight to the crotch.

The guy didn't even have time to react, couldn't dodge in time, and took the hit hard.

He howled, his eyes bulging instantly.

The knife fell to the ground, his hands covered his groin, and then he screamed in agony like a slaughtered pig, his eyes nearly popping out, so terrifying to behold.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, veins popping as he let out two more screams of pain, then passed out cold on the ground.

Zhang Yuxing was flabbergasted. She never imagined her husband could be so ferocious!

The three other tattooed men were also frozen in shock, unable to process how fast Liu Zhizhong was or how brutal his kick had been.

Liu Zhizhong didn't even glance at them; he turned to look at the three men at the table and spoke icily, "Want to mess with my wife? You'll have to pay the price, like becoming a eunuch! If you put down the knives now, the three of you still have a chance. Otherwise ..."

"Fuck your mother! I'm going to stab you to death!!!"

The fat leader was the first one to lose his temper, brandishing his knife as he lunged forward.

But Liu Zhizhong didn't retreat; he surged forward to meet him.

Before the fatty could stab him, Liu Zhizhong kicked out like lightning, knocking him to the ground and toppling the chair he had been sitting on.

Then, in a flash, Liu Zhizhong landed another kick to the man's crotch.

Immediately, the man clutched his groin, convulsing, and after two squeals like a pig being butchered, he too passed out in pain and even wet himself, releasing an unpleasant smell that began to rise ...