Chapter Thirty-Nine: We'll Settle This When I Get Out!

“Are you alright, sir?” Yang Meng helped the pair of sanitation workers up from the ground. The elderly woman, protected under her husband, seemed unharmed, but the old man was clearly in bad shape—pain flared with even the slightest touch.

Yet despite his suffering, the old man didn’t forget to thank Yang Meng: “Thank you, young man. You saved our lives.”

“Don’t touch him anymore, he’s probably got multiple fractures!” said a middle-aged man in a security uniform, witnessing the scene. “He needs to get to the hospital right away.”

Yang Meng snorted coldly. “You just stand by while people fight outside your hospital? Now you show up pretending to be the good guy?”

A young security guard nearby retorted, “We’re hospital guards. If it’s not inside the hospital, how are we supposed to intervene?”

Yang Meng’s eyes widened. “Say that again and I’ll smack you right here. Try me.”

The young guard glanced at the injured men on the ground, swallowed, and quietly stood aside, saying nothing. The older guard spoke up instead. “Listen, man, I get that you’re angry about what happened. But honestly, we’re powerless. There were so many of them—what could we do? All we could do was call the police, but look at the traffic. The cops are stuck outside, but they should be here any moment. Let’s get them to the hospital first.”

Yang Meng calmed himself. “Alright, you’re right. Help me contact the hospital and get the doctors out here quickly. The elderly need prompt treatment.”

The senior guard nodded, picked up his radio, and notified his colleagues inside.

“You dare hit my husband? I’ll fight you!” As Yang Meng was still talking with the guard, a woman’s shout erupted behind him. He turned and saw Miao Li charging at him, teeth bared and hands flailing.

Yang Meng didn’t hesitate. He swung his arm and slapped her, sending Miao Li flying.

The onlookers drew sharp breaths. Yang Meng’s strike was vicious—he didn’t even spare a woman.

Miao Li was stunned by the blow. When she finally got up, everyone burst into laughter; her jaw formed a perfect right angle—turns out her chin was artificial, too.

“You… you hit a woman?” Miao Li clutched her face, incredulous.

Yang Meng sneered coldly. “I never hit women. But do you count as one? When you were beating those old folks, did you care you were a woman? Don’t insult the word ‘woman.’ You’re not even fit to be called a person!”

“Well said!” someone in the crowd shouted.

Yang Meng turned angrily. “I don’t need praise from you apathetic bystanders! Hearing you disgusts me. Get lost, all of you!”

“How can you be like this?”

“Yeah, you don’t even know right from wrong!”

The crowd began to criticize Yang Meng.

These days, people fear bad men, not good ones.

Just then, Wan Changhe slowly opened his eyes, glared at Yang Meng, and snarled, “I don’t care who you are! You hit me? Just wait—you’re going to prison!”

Yang Meng laughed. “When you were hitting people, did you worry about prison? Now you’re talking law? Fine, let’s make this even bigger!”

Wan Changhe was taken aback. “What are you planning?”

Yang Meng patted the old security guard. “Brother, get more medical staff out here. Today, I’ll help your hospital boost its business.”

The guard was confused. “Huh?”

Yang Meng answered with action. With a scream, his heavy cycling boot came down hard on Wan Changhe’s ankle. The crunch of breaking bone made everyone’s skin crawl.

“You want me in prison? No problem!” Yang Meng said calmly. “I swear, when I get out, it’ll be the day you never get out of bed. Who laid hands on the old folks? Speak up, so I don’t break the wrong legs! And you gawkers, listen up—if you don’t want their fate, keep your distance!”

The crowd, hearing this, quickly dispersed. Yang Meng’s brutality was terrifying; getting beaten for idle remarks wasn’t worth the risk.

At that moment, the old cleaning lady stepped forward and stopped him. “Young man, thank you for helping us, but it’s not worth going to jail for people like them!”

Yang Meng supported her gently. “Auntie, don’t worry about me. These scoundrels are just unlucky to meet me. The doctors will be out soon. You and uncle focus on recovery, and don’t worry about the medical bills—I’ll get them from those thugs!”

“But…” she remained anxious.

Yang Meng was about to reassure her further when a loud voice rang out, “What happened here? Who called the police?”

The officers had finally arrived.

The old security guard hurried forward. “I called! I’m Lin Guosheng, security at the Municipal Hospital.”

“What’s going on?” the lead officer asked. “Who did this?”

Wan Changhe, still writhing on the ground, saw the police and cried out, “Officer, you’re finally here! Please help us! We were attacked by a thug—look what he did to us! My foot’s broken!”

The officer frowned at the voice, and when he recognized Wan Changhe, he gasped. “Wan… If we’d come any later, someone might’ve died! What happened?”

The lead officer, Liu Heping, was an old acquaintance of Wan Changhe. He nearly blurted out his name on arrival.

Why had the police come so late? Because before bringing his men, Wan Changhe called Liu Heping, asking him to delay so he’d have time to handle things himself. But the result was unexpected—he arrived as late as planned, only to find Wan Changhe already crippled.

“Who did this?” Liu Heping asked.

Wan Changhe pointed at Yang Meng. “He did it! He single-handedly attacked us! Arrest him now! I’m going to press charges—I want him locked up forever!”

Yang Meng laughed coldly. “You think you’re the judge? And even if I go to jail, that’s the judge’s decision, not the police’s. Brother, if you don’t know the law, you should study more. Got it?”

Liu Heping took a step back.

He’d noticed Yang Meng upon arrival—full motorcycle gear, helmet and all, impossible to ignore. But he hadn’t expected Yang Meng to be the attacker.

Who sticks around after beating someone, waiting for the police? And the reason Liu Heping stepped back was simple: if one man did all this, his fighting ability must be incredible. The officers he brought wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Why did you attack them?” Liu Heping asked.

Security guard Lin Guosheng quickly explained, “Officer, this man was acting bravely—these people…”

Liu Heping cut him off. “Whatever happened, we’ll investigate at the station! Take off your helmet! Listen, don’t do anything foolish—don’t resist! Come with us for questioning.”

Yang Meng removed his helmet and held it in his hand. “Officer, you can’t just take me alone, right? Didn’t the security guard say? I was defending others—these people are criminals. There are plenty of witnesses.”

Liu Heping glanced at the crowd. Some things shouldn’t be handled too openly. He quickly thought of a solution. “We’ll investigate and reach a conclusion later. But whatever happened, this counts as public fighting. We’re enforcing the law humanely—so many injured here, they should be treated first. Since you’re unharmed, you should come with us.”

Yang Meng shrugged. “Fine, I’ll go. But officer, you can see there are countless people filming. If anyone’s missing, you’ll be held responsible.”

“Enough talk. Who’s the police here—you or me? Come on, the police car’s over there!” Liu Heping said.

Yang Meng pointed to his motorcycle. “What about my bike?”

Liu Heping replied, “Take it to the station!”

Yang Meng shrugged again and lifted the motorcycle. “Which car should I put it in?”

Everyone was stunned. The legendary ‘Six-Eyed Demon’ was notorious for being impossible to lift even when it fell, yet Yang Meng hoisted it up with ease.

Liu Heping, holding handcuffs to restrain Yang Meng, swallowed hard at the sight. He pointed to a car in the distance. “That… That one! Just put it there!”

Yang Meng casually carried the motorcycle over. Liu Heping took a deep breath and made a wise decision: better to handle this by the book. Yang Meng was like a human beast—who would risk offending him for Wan Changhe?

Not worth it!

Liu Heping quietly put away his handcuffs—no need to invite trouble.

The crowd, along with Wan Changhe, was equally dumbfounded. Cold sweat dripped from Wan Changhe’s forehead—Yang Meng had just threatened him: if he went to jail, he’d settle the score upon release.

With such strength, only a fool wouldn’t be afraid.

Yang Meng sat in the police car, unable to leave yet; the police needed to question witnesses and clear the traffic. He sat smoking, bored.

“Hm?” As he waited, he saw another group approaching in force.

Were these Wan Changhe’s reinforcements? Good grief, how much power did this guy really wield?