The Young Urban Doctor
Chapter 1055 - Chapter 1055 Chapter 1055 The Domineering Man

Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: The Domineering Man Chapter 1055: Chapter 1055: The Domineering Man Yang Xiaodong, who was about to choose a song, jumped at the rude sound of the door being kicked open.

Seeing a group of young people walk in, all carrying an arrogant demeanor, he immediately got angry.

He jumped up from the song-selection console, cursing as he confronted the uninvited guests.

“Get out,” he barked at the group, “and if you hesitate for a second, I’ll break your legs.”

Yang Xiaodong was furious that someone dared to spoil their fun.

“Wow, such a temper,” the leader, a tall young man in a suit and tie, with his hair slicked back, retorted with a mocking tone. “Actually threatening us, I’m so scared, haha! Look at the pretty ladies’ man, so full of himself!”

His followers also began laughing, with one of them arrogantly adding, “To be so bold in front of Mr. Li, really asking for…”

Before the word “death” could be fully uttered, the young man attempting to suck up to his boss was sent flying by a kick from Yang Xiaodong.

Nobody saw how Yang Xiaodong made his move, but the laughing young man flew towards the wall and hit it with a “bang,” screaming before passing out.

The once arrogant group was stunned, and their leader was taken aback.

Before he could react, Yang Xiaodong had grabbed him by the neck, lifting him off the ground by his collar.

“Hurry up and get lost. Don’t ruin our mood,” Yang Xiaodong said, exerting a little more force in his hand and throwing the other out.

When thrown out, he collided with several others, and the leader and his companions immediately tumbled into a heap, extremely disheveled.

Without waiting for a response, Yang Xiaodong picked them up one by one and threw them outside the private room.

The one he had knocked out was the last to be thrown out.

As he threw them, he deliberately smashed one person into another.

This way, all those he had thrown out tumbled into a pile, as disheveled as one could be.

After throwing everyone out, Yang Xiaodong didn’t pay them much more mind, but simply shut the private room door and went back to the song-selection console to continue choosing songs.

Except for Li Jing, who looked slightly perturbed, the others in the private room didn’t show any surprise.

Yang Xiaodong had a forceful approach, not even asking why they came in, just demanded that they leave and promptly “helped” them out.

Ouyang Feifei gave a side instruction to Wang Qing, who understood and immediately took out her phone, heading for the bathroom.

Yang Xiaodong picked an old military song for himself, “Return from Shooting Practice.”

However, he had only sung half of it when the private room door was violently kicked open again.

The leader he had just thrown out came back in with a group of security guards.

Yang Xiaodong instantly got angry, and, his singing interrupted, leaped forward and sent the bruised young man, with a single kick, soaring through the air.

Poor “Mr. Li,” propelled through the air, crashed into two security guards who couldn’t dodge in time and fell heavily to the floor. Thankfully there was a carpet, or he would have surely been severely injured.

Even so, it took a good while before he could get up, and it was only with other people’s help that he managed to do so.

Once up, Mr. Li’s comrade had a look of uncontrollable rage as he roared at Yang Xiaodong, “What the fuck, you dare to hit me, Mr. Li?”

“Slap!” The response to “Mr. Li” was a resounding slap.

With the speed of lightning, Yang Xiaodong struck, delivering a heavy slap across the other’s face.

Poor Mr. Li was sent flying again, his face swelling from the impact. After spinning around twice, he crashed into two security guards behind him and fell to the ground. This time, he didn’t get up so quickly, and with the support of his companions, he struggled for quite a while before managing to stand.

Once up, he was still uncontrollably furious and roared at Yang Xiaodong, vowing to flay his skin off.

But sadly for him, Yang Xiaodong didn’t waste any more words on him and slapped his other cheek with another raised hand.

Mr. Li was sent flying again, pitifully so, but this time he didn’t hit anyone. Those behind him, including the security guards, sensing trouble, immediately dodged out of the way. With no one to break his fall, poor Mr. Li flew two to three meters before coming to a stop.

With such arrogance, Yang Xiaodong left all the security guards and Mr. Li’s followers stunned, and it took them a while to react.

“I’ll count to three– if you don’t get the hell out, you’ll only have yourselves to blame,” Yang Xiaodong coldly threatened the group, with zero politeness, “Get the fuck out now!”

The security guards who hadn’t yet made a move fled first; they didn’t dare stay in the private room any longer and swarmed out in a rush.

Mr. Li’s companions didn’t dare linger either; dragging his body, they beat a hasty retreat out of the room.

“Guess who will burst in next. Surely someone even fiercer,” Yang Xiaodong chuckled to Wang Qing, looking quite pleased with himself as he asked, “Do I look cool when I hit people?”

Instead of a response from Wang Qing, what Yang Xiaodong got was a cold look from this icy beauty, but he didn’t mind.

Seeing that the song he had chosen had finished playing, Yang Xiaodong reluctantly handed the microphone to Ouyang Huihui, who was up next to sing.

But by this time, Ouyang Huihui lost interest in singing and she canceled the song.

The others also realized that just a moment ago Mr. Li would certainly not let things slide and would come back for more trouble.

Luo Ziling was somewhat amused and helpless about Yang Xiaodong’s violent actions; this guy just beat the tar out of them without asking any questions, leaving them still completely confused about why these people had kicked in the door to begin with.

Shortly after, the lounge door, which couldn’t be completely shut due to the kicking, was gently knocked, followed by a robust male voice, “May I come in?”

“Roll in!” Yang Xiaodong impatiently yelled.

As Yang Xiaodong spoke, the door was pushed open, and in walked a man with a pretty good presence, somewhat handsome, and appearing to be in his thirties. Behind him followed a group of men in black, all looking murderously intense.

After the thirty-something man walked in through the door, he began with a smile, “Good evening, friends…”

“I told you to roll in, who said you could walk? You know how to roll? If not, let me teach you!” Yang Xiaodong interrupted before the man could finish, slamming the door right open.

The smile immediately disappeared from the man’s face, and he stared at Yang Xiaodong with a look of coldness, “Are you sure you want to do this, pal?”

“Get moving, send the person who can actually speak for your group, I’ve got no time for you dogs and cats,” Yang Xiaodong said, and with a sudden kick, he sent the man of good stature flying out of the private room. And without waiting for any response, he closed the door.