Ryan Brooks thought to himself, parked his old bicycle in front of the Huangchao Pavilion, and said to Emily Walker, who was getting off the bike, “Teacher Walker, this Huangchao Pavilion is still too dangerous. If you go in with me and something happens, how could I ever face you? I think you’d better wait outside. I’ll go in alone and reason with them—they should listen.”

Emily Walker gave a bitter smile. These people were all worse than the next; how could they possibly listen to reason?

But then she thought it over and realized Ryan Brooks was right. If she stayed outside, she could call the police if anything happened to Ryan Brooks. But if both of them got trapped inside, there’d be no way to escape.

“All right, I’ll wait here for you. If you’re not out in half an hour, I’ll call the police.” Emily Walker nodded solemnly.

“Don’t worry, Teacher Walker. I’ll apologize to them and talk things through. They probably won’t make things hard for me.”

Ryan Brooks’s expression turned resolute as he strode confidently into the Huangchao Pavilion.

The moment he turned around, his innocent look vanished, replaced by a flash of extreme coldness in his eyes.

What a joke. Just a local gang from Dong’an City, and they want the world-feared “God” to apologize? Is that even possible?

As for Ryan Brooks’s so-called “talking things through,” of course he’d talk—but he always preferred to beat someone up first, then talk.

“Ryan Brooks, be careful!”

Watching Ryan Brooks’s tall figure, Emily Walker took two steps forward before stopping.

At that moment, she felt that although Ryan Brooks was a poor student, he had a sense of justice. Facing danger alone made her both admire and worry for him.

Suddenly, her nose tingled with emotion, and she could only pray silently in her heart: “Ryan Brooks, please be safe. Otherwise, as your teacher, I’ll never have peace of mind for the rest of my life.”

Under the gaze of a row of men in black, Ryan Brooks walked into the Huangchao Pavilion as if no one else was there, completely unfazed, as if he hadn’t even noticed them.

These men in black had already noticed Ryan Brooks. Seeing him riding a shabby bicycle with a stunning beauty on the back, they were filled with envy and resentment, wishing they could go up and beat Ryan Brooks up.

Now, seeing Ryan Brooks ignore them, they were even more displeased.

If the Huangchao Pavilion wasn’t open for business, they would have rushed up and beaten Ryan Brooks already. But even though the club had its rules, that didn’t mean they couldn’t deal with Ryan Brooks.

Immediately, the men in black split into two lines and quickly approached Ryan Brooks, keeping a step’s distance and surrounding him, each one glaring fiercely, their eyes full of murderous intent, as if they wanted to eat Ryan Brooks alive.

Ryan Brooks sneered disdainfully. He had experienced countless life-and-death moments and met masters beyond ordinary comprehension. These thugs in front of him wanted to scare him and block his way? Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He released his aura, a bone-chilling, bloody presence enveloping the area, filled with killing intent.

The previously arrogant men in black instantly turned pale, involuntarily taking several steps back to clear a path. Only after Ryan Brooks entered the Huangchao Pavilion did they come to their senses, already drenched in cold sweat.

Inside the Huangchao Pavilion, a sexy hostess in a business suit walked over. When she saw the plainly dressed Ryan Brooks, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, but she quickly put on a professional smile. “Sir, may I help you? If you’re looking for the restroom, I’m sorry, but it’s not open to the public.”

“Tell Mark White to come see me.”

Ryan Brooks left her with those words, ignored the stunned hostess, and sat down on the lobby sofa, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette.

The hostess frowned and stepped forward. “Sir, are you sure you want to see our President White? If you want to see him, you need an appointment. Also, if you’re here to cause trouble, let me remind you: yesterday, a drunk customer ended up in the hospital, and I hear he’ll be bedridden for three months.”

Hearing her threat, Ryan Brooks smiled and blew out a smoke ring. “Tell Mark White that I’m Ryan Brooks from Dong’an University of Technology, and I’ve come here especially to see him.”

“Tch, acting so tough, turns out you’re just a student.”

The hostess waved away the smoke in disgust, turned, and walked away with light, catlike steps.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a sallow face, wearing a dark blue suit and a flat nose, walked over.

He glanced at Ryan Brooks sitting unmoved on the sofa, his face showing displeasure. “You’re the college student who beat up Mad Dog? Hah, you can still sit here after entering the Huangchao Pavilion. I don’t know whether to admire you or call you ignorant.”

Ryan Brooks ignored him and asked, “Are you Mark White?”

“You want to see President White? You think you’re qualified? Hand over the money, then come upstairs with me, kneel down and apologize to the guys you beat up, and then you can get lost…”

Smack.

Before he could finish, Ryan Brooks struck like lightning, landing a hard slap on his face.

The flat-nosed man felt the world spin, his cheek instantly swelling, blood spurting from his mouth along with two teeth.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached. Seeing Ryan Brooks hit someone, all the security guards in the Huangchao Pavilion gathered around—over thirty men—surrounding him.