Seeing the footprints on the little girl's body, Jiang Zhihao clenched his fists.
He put Lingling down, then ran over and punched the young man.
This punch hit the opponent's nose directly. As one of the most fragile parts of the human body, the pain of having the bridge of the nose broken on the spot is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.
The young man immediately let out a scream, his nose bleeding, but before he could cover his nose and squat down, Jiang Zhihao had already grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.
After a crisp click, the young man's arm was twisted into a twist, and it was obvious that it could no longer be broken.
However, Jiang Zhihao still didn't let him go. He grabbed the other man's arm and threw him cleanly over his shoulder. The man's head hit the ground directly, making a loud noise.
The waiters next to me were all shocked. It was not that they had never seen fighting before, nor had they never seen someone with heavy strikes, but this was the first time they had seen someone with Jiang Zhihao's skills so neat and so crisp that it chilled people's hearts.
Some waiters reacted quickly and hurried back to call someone, while others shouted at Jiang Zhihao: "Sir, he is the young master of the Wang family, stop it!"
"Wang family?" Jiang Zhihao bent down, stuck the young man's ankle under his arm, looked at the waiter coldly, and said: "Even if he is the son of the King of Heaven, if he dares to hit my wife and children, nothing will happen to him.
End!"
As he spoke, Jiang Zhihao exerted force on his arm, and as his whole body tilted to the side, there was a click, and the man's ankle was forcibly broken off.
He let out a horrible cry, then his whole body twitched, his eyes turned white, and he passed out.
Putting his feet on the opponent's twisted feet, Jiang Zhihao walked to Zhong Jiawei and asked, "Are you okay?"
"No, it's okay..." Zhong Jiawei looked at the unconscious young man on the ground in shock. The panic in her heart still existed, but she was more worried about Jiang Zhihao.
How could it end with such a severe attack? This man looked like he was a child of a big family in the provincial capital.
The waiters looked at Jiang Zhihao as if they were looking at a devil, and they all shuddered.
They really couldn't imagine what kind of person this was, knowing that he was from the Wang family, yet he dared to do such a cruel thing.
"Don't worry about him. Take Lingling to the hospital first to see if she is injured. I'll talk to Xia Peilong." Jiang Zhihao said.
However, before he could move, a roar came from behind: "Who dares to touch a member of my Wang family!"
Jiang Zhihao turned around and saw a group of more than ten people, led by the waiter, running towards this side.
The leader is Wang Chuncheng, the fourth son of the Wang family. He is a man who eats, drinks, whores, gambles, and does everything. His reputation in the provincial capital is very bad.
The young man who was knocked unconscious by Jiang Zhihao was the third son of the Wang family. Like Wang Chuncheng, he was a scumbag.
These uncles and nephews usually cause trouble to people in the provincial capital. They are as annoying as mice and flies. However, due to the power of the Wang family, no one can do anything to them, so they can only be allowed to be arrogant for so many years.
The people who came with Wang Chuncheng were all people from various families and companies in the provincial city. They were all kinds of people, and none of them were good people anyway.
They followed, but their shouting was even louder than Wang Chuncheng's. Many of them even held beer bottles and benches in their hands as murder weapons.