I Become The Richest Man With A monthly Salary of Twenty Thousand Yuan

If not for the introduction, Guo Qianzhong would have mistaken him for a lawyer or a teacher. He had none of the expected temperament of an heir to the Shangjing Feng Family.

"I've long heard of your fame, Brother Guo. I came to Qingyun City for a visit today, so please don't be offended if I've caused any disturbance."

Feng Pojun's smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze. After speaking, he ignored Guo Qianzhong and walked over to Tian Yuanyuan.

"Yuanyuan, it's been almost two years since we last saw each other, right?" he said with a smile. "You were barely up to my shoulder, and now you're a young woman."

Tian Yuanyuan replied politely, "It has been a long time. How have you been, Brother Feng?"

"I was doing alright, but seeing your concert today has put me in a much better mood."

The affection in Feng Pojun's eyes was so obvious even a fool could see it.

Yuanyuan? Concert? the onlookers thought, completely taken aback. The more they looked, the more she resembled a superstar.

They rubbed their eyes and looked closely at the ruthless badass who had taken on a whole group. Isn't that Black Flash? Could what he said at the concert have had a deeper meaning? Did they know each other before? Or do they have some kind of unusual relationship?

Some people had already snuck out their phones, ready to take secret photos. This is explosive news! How much money would it fetch if we sold it to a reporter? Even if we couldn't sell it, we could still show off by posting it to social media!

"Hahaha—so it turns out everyone knows each other," the bald man behind Li Weixu shouted to the DJ. "Keep the music playing and the dancing going! I'm happy today, so everything's on my tab! Let's party!"

ROOOAR!

The onlookers let out a thunderous cheer. Who cares about one guy fighting a group? Or any of that other flashy nonsense. Nothing beats free food, drinks, and fun!

"Out of respect for all of you, I'll let today's matter go." Guo Qianzhong had already buried his resentment deep in his heart. He put on a mild smile and said jokingly, "Li Weiting, don't you dare try to weasel out of this bill. You have to pay for everything tonight."

Hearing this, Li Weixu chuckled. "Worried my brother won't pay for this paltry sum? Come on, let's take this opportunity to get to know each other."

The atmosphere became harmonious, a far cry from the tense standoff moments before. It seemed the crisis had been averted.

But then...

"Hold on. You all decided to settle this among yourselves, but did you ask me?" Xia Liang, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, found the situation amusing. Since when did these people get to speak on my behalf?

As soon as Xia Liang spoke, the entire bar fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop, leaving only the sound of labored breathing and thumping hearts.

Even an ordinary person could tell that Guo Qianzhong and his group were people of special status. Otherwise, what bar would dare to pull down its shutters during business hours just to beat up one young man? They had dozens of well-trained thugs. Li Weixu had stepped in to mediate, apologized, and even offered to cover everyone's tab. He had shown more than enough respect.

But Xia Liang had just torn that gesture of respect to shreds.

"I appreciate the thought," Xia Liang said, shaking his head. "We've only interacted once, but you were still willing to stand up for me. I'll remember this favor. But I'm not the one at fault tonight. I came here to have a good time and ended up getting mobbed. How would you feel if you were in my shoes?"

Li Weixu had considered this a remote possibility. He had intended to repay a favor, but he hadn't expected Xia Liang to be so stubborn.

"You're surnamed Xia, right? Don't throw my goodwill back in my face! If it weren't for them today, do you think you'd walk out of here alive?" Guo Qianzhong sneered, walking down the stairs step by step.

Xia Liang shielded Tian Yuanyuan behind him. "I don't need to think about it. I'm certain I will."

The tension instantly returned. The onlookers, who had been looking forward to a free party, quickly backed away to a safe distance. So it's true, there really is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

"Yuanyuan, it's about to get dangerous. Come over to my side," Feng Pojun said. He couldn't care less who was fighting whom; his eyes were only for her.

Xia Liang laughed lightly. "Tonight, she's staying with me."

"Why?" Feng Pojun retorted.

"Because she hired me for the night," Xia Liang replied.

Hired?

The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd. Visions of a famous star keeping a pretty boy danced in the onlookers' heads.

"There's a time and place for jokes, and this isn't it." Feng Pojun's smile gradually faded. "I know Yuanyuan. She's not that kind of person."

Xia Liang nearly died from laughter. "I've realized you guys are always so full of yourselves. You think everything and everyone revolves around you, that everything has to go according to your expectations. If you don't believe me, ask her yourself."

"...It's true, I did hire him," Tian Yuanyuan said, her face turning beet red. "But it's not what you're all thinking! It's just to hang out with me for the night..."

Feng Pojun's expression turned ugly, and he gave a subtle signal with his eyes. A thin, short man with a crew cut standing behind him stepped forward. He wore a pair of strange, black knuckle dusters and had one of those naturally smiling faces that looked completely harmless.

The crew-cut man took a few steps, intending to walk past Xia Liang, but Xia Liang took a small step to the side, blocking his path.

In an instant, the man's right elbow shot up and then came crashing down, aiming directly for Xia Liang's bregma.

Cruel! Swift! Vicious! A true killing blow!

Xia Liang's eyes narrowed. In a flash, he raised his own right elbow to meet the attack. The two elbows collided with a thunderous boom. The man with the crew cut was forced back half a step by the impact, a look of astonishment flashing in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected Xia Liang to react so quickly with such a fierce and domineering move. All his own techniques were direct and brutal, designed to kill or maim. Yet Xia Liang chose to meet force with force. Despite losing the initiative, he had still come out on top.

Muay Thai? Xia Liang smiled with amusement. There were plenty of Muay Thai practitioners on the Azure Star, but to execute an elbow strike with such flawless, brutal efficiency was impossible without at least a decade of fighting in the underground circuit—and surviving every match.

The crew-cut man didn't answer. His principle was to never throw a punch that didn't draw blood. Stomping his right foot, he twisted his body sharply to the left, and his right fist shot forward. The fast, powerful straight punch flew at him like a cannonball.

SMACK—

Xia Liang's fist became a palm, and his knife-hand struck the man's right wrist, effortlessly neutralizing the deadly attack.

As Brother Xiao Long once said, "Don't worry about how fierce your opponent's attacks are. In the face of absolute strength, everything is just flashy nonsense."

His attack blocked again, the crew-cut man was growing angry. Abandoning all technique, he began to fight desperately. He leaned back slightly to build momentum, then shot his knee forward toward Xia Liang's chest. A knee strike filled with killing intent!

BANG—

The crew-cut man hit the ground. His eyes filled with shock, which quickly turned to boundless rage. Just as his knee was about to connect with the target's chest, Xia Liang had simply extended his right foot. He kicked the man's supporting leg, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground instantly.

"ARGHHH—"

The man performed a kip-up and launched into a flurry of attacks, each blow aimed at a vital point. But it was completely useless. His fists were either intercepted midway, or he would lose his balance and fall. Not only had he failed to touch the hem of Xia Liang's clothes, but he'd also given himself a bloody nose from falling all over the place.

"I've never met an idiot so eager to get his ass kicked," Xia Liang muttered.

As the man charged in with another knee strike, Xia Liang changed his tactic. Instead of attacking the supporting leg, his right leg swept upward, and his heel slammed into the man's chin.

CRACK—

The sound of bone dislocating echoed through the bar. The crew-cut man flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing into the bar. Bottles and glasses shattered, splashing liquor everywhere.

"Still want more?" Xia Liang rolled his eyes as he saw the man charge out from behind the bar again, his eyes bloodthirsty.

"Enough," Feng Pojun said calmly.

The crew-cut man didn't seem to hear him.

"I said, ENOUGH!" This time, Feng Pojun's voice was laced with suppressed anger.

The man's charge came to an abrupt halt. He took several deep breaths to compose himself and then retreated behind Feng Pojun, his face still bleeding from numerous cuts.

"Damn, I didn't think he was a master," the bald man next to Li Weixu murmured.

"Everyone, calm down. I understand young men are hot-blooded." Li Weixu hesitated for a moment before stepping forward again. "Brother Po Jun, I'm not saying this to be difficult, but you really need to keep your men in check. Attacking someone without a single word is just not right."