Chapter 13: Chapter 11: Fellow Boxers, Stronger The muscular man in a stretch shirt remained silent, eyeing Fang Cheng intently.
At a height of over 1.8 meters and a broadly built frame, his mere presence was menacing without needing any words.
Fang Cheng became alert, slightly tilting his shoulders and stepping in a staggered fashion, readying a low-hand stance.
Always ready to switch between offense and defense.
The muscular man halted his steps, maintaining just over an arm's length distance.
Then, looking confused, he asked:
"Have you also trained in boxing, are you a fellow practitioner?"
Fang Cheng paused, eyeing the burly man in front of him, who resembled a bear.
The muscular man's eyebrows slightly lifted, then he engaged more enthusiastically:
"The way you deceived with your gaze and feints before snatching the knife, and that changing direction hook punch was pretty good!"
"Ever competed in matches? We could spar sometime."
His words even carried a hint of admiration.
"Brother Ma..."
Ah Dong groaned, finally catching his breath from the "liver burst."
After Fang Cheng knocked out the blond guy with a punch, he was momentarily mindful of the legal battles regarding excessive defense.
Thus, the following two quick punches were faster but much less forceful.
After all, it was his first time using Iron Fist on someone, and he feared losing control and causing internal bleeding.
"Oh—"
The muscular man seemed to have an epiphany, then vigorously wiped his face and switched to a fierce look.
"I don't care whether you are a colleague or not!"
"Isn't it right and proper to repay debts, and do debtors deserve to be righteous?"
He shouted loudly, turning to the onlookers and security guards.
"Right, everyone, tell me, what's wrong with our actions?"
Seeing that he seemed not entirely malicious, Fang Cheng relaxed a bit.
"You're causing a commotion here, affecting other patients' rest. If there's a dispute, you can ask the police for help and resolve it at the police station."
Hearing Fang Cheng say this, Ah Dong pouted and couldn't help retorting:
"Do you know who we are? We are from the Poison Snake Gang..."
"Cough, cough!"
The muscular man coughed loudly twice, quickly taking over the conversation:
"We are debt collectors from a regular financial company."
Fang Cheng didn't care about their actual background, continuing politely:
"What's the use of taking the child? He has leukemia. If his condition worsens, who will be responsible?"
"By law, you'll definitely have to face manslaughter charges, or are you willing to cover the child's living and medical costs?"
"After he recovers, if there are issues, you can seek settlements, even in court, and you'd stand on firmer ground."
"You make... quite some sense."
Perhaps swayed by Fang Cheng's polite demeanor, the muscular man stroked his chin, beginning to muse.
"Seeing as you're quite reasonable, fine, I'll give them another month."
"One month should be enough to gather the interest, right?"
He turned and looked at the nervous young couple.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The young couple hugged their child tightly, nodding repeatedly.
It was unclear whether their thanks were directed at the gang or at Fang Cheng.
The muscular man shook his head, quietly cursing, "What a headache."
Then he went over to the still soundly sleeping blond guy and slapped him across the face.
The blond guy groaned, slowly coming to.
Seeing the unexpectedly harmonious scene, he mumbled:
"Bro, didn't you tell me to be tougher?"
"Shut up!"
The muscular man scolded, then instructed another underling:
"Ah Dong, take him downstairs for a check-up. See if there's a concussion – our boxer's fists are no joke."