Chapter 51 Seventh Senior Sister Calls Chu Tian Up!

“Brother, you must avenge me! You have to beat that little bastard half to death. And that girl—grab her and let me have my way with her,” Li Jie spat out viciously.

“Don’t worry,” Li Quan nodded.

If he couldn’t even protect his own brother, how could anyone on this food street ever fear him again? And if no one feared him, who would pay him for protection?

As his words fell, the restaurants around them fell into absolute silence. No one dared to call the police. Everyone in the area knew Li Quan’s reputation—anyone who tried to report him would face relentless retaliation.

Yet inside the restaurant, Chu Tian and Zhao Ling’er continued drinking, completely unconcerned with the commotion outside or the forty-plus thugs gathering at the door.

“You two filthy dogs, why aren’t you crawling out here? Can’t you see my big brother’s here?” Li Jie pushed through the crowd, emboldened, his voice loud and brash.

But Zhao Ling’er didn’t answer. Instead, she hurled another beer bottle through the air.

Bang!

The bottle smashed against Li Jie’s head, breaking the skin and sending him crashing to the ground in a spray of blood.

“Damn it! Drag those two out here—break their arms and legs, and I’ll make them suffer slowly!” Li Quan’s face darkened. He hadn’t expected Zhao Ling’er to injure his brother right in front of him.

This was no longer just about hurting Li Jie—it was a slap to Li Quan’s face.

In the next moment, a mob of thugs armed with knives and clubs surged forward, completely blocking any exit from the restaurant.

Suddenly, beer bottles flew out from inside, striking the wrists of the four thugs at the front. Pain shot up their arms, and their weapons clattered to the ground.

A second volley of bottles followed, smashing against the heads of another four, leaving them bleeding and sprawled on the pavement.

No one had ever witnessed such a scene. The mob froze, too stunned to move.

For a moment, no more bottles flew out—the supply had been exhausted.

“Little brother, the bottles are all gone,” Zhao Ling’er said, sticking out her tongue with an innocent yet lively expression.

Chu Tian glanced around—they’d ordered a dozen beers, and now all twelve bottles had been thrown.

The restaurant owner had long since hidden away, too frightened to show his face, and there was no hope of anyone bringing more bottles.

“They’re out of bottles—get in there!” Li Quan quickly realized and urged his men forward again.

Hearing this, the remaining thugs regained their courage, convinced no more projectiles would fly their way, and charged toward the small restaurant.

But just then, four chopsticks shot out from inside with a piercing whistle, breaking through the air and striking the wrists of four more thugs. Their weapons fell uselessly to the ground as cries of pain erupted.

The remaining thugs recoiled in terror. If bottles were within their expectations, being injured by flying chopsticks was utterly beyond their comprehension.

“Are those two inside martial artists?” Li Quan’s expression shifted. He was well-traveled and knew of the existence of martial artists in this world.

If those inside were truly powerful, not even twice this number of thugs would make a difference.

But then, what powerful martial artist would dine in such a shabby little restaurant? It was more likely these two were mere novices with only a shred of skill.

With this thought, Li Quan’s confidence returned.

“What are you afraid of? It’s just a few chopsticks! Bring over the tables and chairs from the nearby stalls—use them as shields and advance!” he barked.

The thugs hurried to grab tables and chairs, holding them up like soldiers with shields, advancing toward the restaurant.

Once again, four chopsticks flew out, embedding themselves into the tabletops, blocked by the makeshift barricades.

“Xiao Tian, can you handle this many people?” Zhao Ling’er tugged at Chu Tian’s sleeve, her face full of concern.

“Seventh Sister, these are nothing but ants. Even if there were ten times as many, I wouldn’t be worried,” Chu Tian replied with a gentle smile, patting her hand reassuringly.

“Wonderful! I’ll leave them to you then.” Her eyes lit up, and she retreated to a corner, clutching a skewer of grilled lamb. As she nibbled on it, she watched the scene unfold with the air of an eager spectator.

At that moment, a burly man charged into the restaurant, wielding a table bristling with chopsticks.

Chu Tian rose to his feet and kicked the table.

Bang!

The table shattered instantly, and the force of Chu Tian’s kick didn’t stop there—it crashed into the burly man’s chest. The man, massive as he was, flew backward like a ragdoll, slamming into the crowd behind and knocking down a swath of thugs using their makeshift shields.

Not wanting these people to disturb his Seventh Sister, Chu Tian stepped out of the restaurant.

At the sight of him, the thugs outside shrank back in fear, leaving Chu Tian standing alone in the open space before the restaurant—no one dared approach.

“Go, little brother! Teach those scoundrels a lesson!” Zhao Ling’er cheered him on from inside, now wearing a mask to hide her face.

“He’s just one man! What are you all afraid of?” Li Quan shouted. “Whoever kills him gets a million yuan! All of you—get him!”

The promise of a reward sent the remaining thugs into a frenzy, and they surged forward again.

One burly man swung a knife at Chu Tian, but Chu Tian didn’t even bother to dodge—he simply kicked out.

His foot moved faster than the descending blade, and before the knife could land, the thug had already taken a direct hit.

Bang!

The man flew backward, crashing into the crowd and sending another cluster of thugs sprawling.

From the side, another thug rushed in, slashing at Chu Tian’s neck with murderous intent—willing to kill for the promise of a million.

But Chu Tian lifted his left hand and flicked his finger.

Clang!

The knife snapped in two, half of the blade embedding itself in the restaurant’s door.

Before the thug could react, Chu Tian’s fist struck his chest, blood spurting from every orifice as he fell dead on the spot.