The visual contrast here was simply too striking!

“Andrew, let go quickly!” William Grant, afraid his son might actually break the other man’s wrist, hurriedly shouted at Andrew Grant.

“Okay, Dad.” Andrew Grant nodded and released his grip.

As soon as Andrew Grant let go, the man with the Longines watch immediately flew into a rage and kicked hard at his stomach.

A grown man suddenly kicking a teenager—just imagining the scene was hard to bear, let alone witnessing it firsthand. So when people saw this, many instinctively cried out, and some women even closed their eyes, completely forgetting how calm and collected the boy had been when dealing with the Longines man earlier.

“Hmph, still trying to hit someone!” Just as everyone thought Andrew Grant was definitely going to be knocked to the ground this time, Andrew Grant’s expression darkened slightly. He reached forward, and with a gentle flick upward at the man’s leg—

“Bang!” A loud sound.

The Longines man fell backward, landing flat on his back, completely dazed and disoriented.

“Haha!” The onlookers all burst out laughing.

“Mr. Lane, are you okay?” Several young men hurried forward to help the Longines man up.

“Okay, my ass! My butt’s about to split into four pieces—why aren’t you beating up this kid for me!” Mr. Lane got up, clutching his backside, both embarrassed and furious.

Only then did the young men react—some rushed forward directly, others grabbed chairs as weapons.

Seeing several young men about to attack a teenager, the onlookers’ faces changed. Some men wanted to step in, but the women beside them held them back tightly.

Women tend to be more cautious; it was obvious these young men were city folks with some background, and they didn’t want their own men getting involved and causing trouble.

In the blink of an eye, while people were still pulling each other back, the young men had already charged up to Andrew Grant.

Ethan Reed had already started screaming, wanting to rush over, but was held back by Andrew Grant’s father, William Grant.

“Andrew, go easy on them!” William Grant said, frowning, as he held onto Ethan Reed, both annoyed and helpless.

Although he’d never asked what exactly his son had learned from Brian Clark over the years, as a father who spent every day with him, he knew his son had picked up some real skills—an ordinary group of men wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.

Chapter 0003: A Proper Talk

“Don’t worry, Dad, I know what I’m doing.” Andrew Grant replied as he suddenly crouched down, pivoted on his right leg like a spinning top, and swept his left leg out like a whip.

Those young men were all fairly tall, but their stances were clearly unstable. With Andrew Grant’s sweeping kick, there was a series of “thud, thud, thud”—in the blink of an eye, they were all sprawled out on the ground in a tangled heap. Two of the guys swinging chairs even lost control and smashed the chairs onto their own companions.

“Damn!”

“No way!”

The onlookers were all dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing. Even Mr. Lane and the previously arrogant, heavily made-up woman Olivia Baker were left in shock.

They never dreamed that five or six young men could be taken down by a single teenager’s sweeping kick.

“Soup spilled on my dress, you refuse to pay, and now you’re beating people up? Looks like your lousy farmhouse restaurant doesn’t want to stay in business! Lane, call the police! Have them arrest all of them!” Olivia Baker shrieked, her somewhat attractive face now twisted in rage.

As soon as the woman mentioned calling the police, William Grant’s face changed dramatically. Rural farmers, ordinary folks, were most afraid of the police. What’s more, it was his own son who’d done the fighting—if the police really took him away, what would they do?

“No, please, I apologize! I’ll pay whatever you want! Please, don’t call the police.” William Grant bowed repeatedly, pleading.

“Old man, it’s too late! Just wait for your son to be taken to jail!” Mr. Lane, seeing William Grant bowing and begging, smugly pulled a black Ericsson cell phone from his pocket.

In mid-1990s China, cell phones were far from common—a single phone cost over ten thousand yuan, something ordinary people simply couldn’t afford. In society, it was a symbol of status and wealth.

Earlier, when Olivia Baker claimed her dress was Chanel or whatever, William Grant and the onlookers didn’t really get it, thinking she was probably exaggerating—who would pay that much for clothes these days? But when Mr. Lane pulled out his phone, William Grant and the crowd’s eyes went wide.

This was something only truly wealthy people could afford! No one in their village owned one yet.

Seeing Mr. Lane take out his phone, William Grant panicked completely. He grabbed Andrew Grant and said, “Andrew, hurry and apologize to these gentlemen and ladies…”

Seeing the panic and worry written all over his father’s honest face, Andrew Grant’s previously calm expression gradually darkened. He looked at the smug Mr. Lane, who was about to dial, and at Olivia Baker, who stood with one hand on her hip, looking arrogant and overbearing—his gaze grew icy cold.