Thomas and Cheng Lan were both in a daze.
"Assault!!"
Someone in the crowd shouted. Although the deafening music affected the people who were a little further away from them, the people who were nearby heard it.
And the first reaction of those who heard it was disbelief. Assault? Here? Who would dare? Could it be that they didn't know that people who caused trouble at Space were punished badly? Or perhaps the assailant had gone crazy after drinking too much?
Regardless of whether they were sober or drunk, as long as they caused trouble here, there was no way they could walk out safely.
Many people with bad alcohol tolerance simply did not dare come here. Even if they did, they did not dare drink too much, afraid of Space's cruel revenge. Although the people here, from the waiters to the security team, usually treated people politely, once they touched the bottom line and broke the rules here, they would draw their swords.
In a fight, those who were closer would be the first to suffer. Thus, when those who were closer heard the commotion, they hurriedly dispersed, distancing themselves from the source of danger. A few people who were not so sober saw everyone leave, but their arms were still swinging as they looked around blankly. They probably did not know what year it was and were still mumbling to themselves as they were forcefully pulled away from the danger zone by their friends.
Then, there were even more shouts. More and more people noticed the commotion.
"Let me out, let me out!" The people who were nearer to the center wanted to leave this potentially dangerous place.
"Let me in, let me in!" Some people who were having fun in other areas tried their best to squeeze in and even turned on the live video recording mode. I heard there was a fight here! It was rare to come across a fight at Space. How could they miss it?
"It's him, the one who beat people up! Everyone, let's go catch him! "
A few people in the crowd seemed to have turned into righteous onlookers and pounced on Fang Zhao.
Those who had planned to ambush from the side had just gotten close when they were sent flying by a lightning-fast leg. It felt like they had been swept by a steel rod as thick as a leg. They nearly vomited everything they had eaten that night.
Thomas and Cheng Lan's friends also noticed the commotion and squeezed over to ask Thomas, "That's your senior? Your senior has such a fiery temper? He can send someone flying just from dancing? "
"No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding. It's definitely a misunderstanding. Senior isn't that kind of impulsive person," Cheng Lan hurriedly explained.
Bang! Another person was sent flying.
Under the flashing lights, the person who was kicked was like a fish flipping over in the waves. He drew an arc in the air and finally fell to the ground. He struggled a few times but was unable to get up.
Cheng Lan was silent.
Fang Zhao caught a chair that came flying at him from who knew where. With a swing of his arm, he smashed it at the nearest person. The retro wooden chair fell apart in an instant.
Some of the hot-blooded onlookers wanted to go over and hold Fang Zhao down, but when they saw the situation, they retracted their steps. Forget it. The security team would be here soon. He'd better stay here and be a bystander.
Cheng Lan and Thomas's friend opened their mouths. "Uh, I don't want to say bad things about this senior of yours, but his fighting style is so … smooth and skillful. One look and you can tell he's a veteran. Did he come from the black street?"
The loud music in the performance hall suddenly stopped, and a roar came through the sound system in the performance hall, "Everyone stop!"
"The security team is here!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
"What do we do?" Cheng Lan was on the verge of tears. Regular customers of Space knew that anyone who caused trouble here would not be able to leave unscathed. Even if they had a powerful background, there was no telling if they would suddenly meet with an accident the next day, and there was no way to find any evidence.
And the reason so many people liked to come to Space was because there were no troublemakers here. It was a safe environment to have fun. But now, Fang Zhao's actions were undoubtedly ruining Space's reputation. Looking at the ashen faces of the security team rushing over, it was clear that it was not the lighting effects. On the contrary, if not for the lighting effects softening the emotions on their faces, they would have been even scarier.
Seeing the security team chief coming over with his men, Thomas hurried over to explain.
"Senior, h-h-he really didn't do it on purpose …"
Before Thomas could finish speaking, he heard a cracking sound. Another person was sent flying. His arm was bent into a strange shape. When he landed, he did not move at all. He had probably fainted.
Thomas: "…"
Thomas also wanted to cry. Big Brother! What happened to the tacit understanding of friendship that we had just established?!
Fang Zhao finally stopped, but it was not because he had seen the security team coming over. Instead, it was because other than Thomas, Cheng Lan, and a few of their friends, there were only the security team that had just rushed over.
The security team chief roughly looked at the people on the ground and counted them. There were six of them. Their Space's emergency response was still on point. When the people in charge of monitoring the performance hall had noticed the commotion, they had notified them, and they had immediately rushed over. Had it been a minute? In such a short period of time, Fang Zhao had already beaten up six people. All six of them had already lost the ability to move. Their lives were not in danger, but their injuries were not light.
He raised his hand and signaled for his subordinates to bring those on the ground away for treatment.
Actually, when the security team chief discovered that the troublemaker was Fang Zhao, he had a headache. How could it be him?
When did the artistic community have such a fiery temper?
However, even if it was the governor's immediate family causing trouble, they would still arrest them!
All the sound equipment was switched off, and the flashing lights stopped. It was rare for the performance hall to be so quiet.
"This is Mr. Fang's first time here. Could it be that you don't know our rules here? Haven't you heard of what we have to pay attention to here? " He addressed Fang Zhao as "Mr. Fang," but his attitude was completely different from when he had been in the private room. There was no hint of respect.
The muscles on the arms of the security team members twitched under their uniforms. They clenched their fists so hard that their knuckles cracked. Their faces were filled with murderous intent as they glared at the security team chief. There was no trace of their usual easygoing demeanor.
That's right. Naturally, they would not use their usual easygoing attitude when dealing with a troublemaker. This was their true dangerous side.
"I hope the few of you can give me a reasonable explanation." The security team chief did not have the slightest hint of a smile on his face. His gaze swept across Fang Zhao, Thomas, and the others. His gaze was as sharp as a knife's edge, causing Thomas and Cheng Lan to feel a chill down their spines.
"They were the ones who made the first move." Fang Zhao did not show any signs of panic. He took a step to the side and blocked the security team chief's line of sight, shielding Thomas and Cheng Lan behind him. Fang Zhao looked straight into the security team chief's eyes and explained, "They were the ones who made the first move. All six of them were. You can check their belongings. There should be something special. I also want to know who instigated them to make a move against me. "
The security team chief's eyes flickered. "Of course we will investigate. But before that, I would like to invite everyone to a quieter place to properly explain what happened just now."
Just as he was about to say something, a member of the security team quickly ran over and whispered something into the security team chief's ear.
The security team chief's expression changed. The anger on his face dissipated and was replaced by fear and respect. But that was not directed at anyone present. When he looked up at Fang Zhao and the others, his eyes were filled with sympathy and schadenfreude.
"Our boss said that he would like to invite Junior Brother over for some tea," the security team chief said.
"It's … Mr. Natiwuzi?" Thomas asked, trembling.
"That's right." The security team chief turned and gestured in a certain direction. "Please."
At the same time, security team members surrounded Fang Zhao from both sides and behind. It looked like if Fang Zhao did not go over, they would forcefully take him away.
Thomas and Cheng Lan had not participated, and the boss had not called them along, so the security team chief did not intend to bring the two along.
Before Fang Zhao left, he told Thomas and Cheng Lan, "Don't worry, I will go over and have a chat with Mr. Natiwuzi. You guys head back first."
After saying that, Fang Zhao left in the direction the security team chief had indicated.
Thomas and Cheng Lan did not follow Fang Zhao's instructions. Instead, they decided to stay and wait. They would let their friends leave first while the two of them waited in the private room Fang Zhao had reserved.
The two of them felt their blood run cold and sank into deep questions like "Why did I come to the disco? Will disco dancing cause neurological diseases?"
Just as he was thinking, Thomas received a call from one of his roommates.
"Thomas, our department's belle, the one you have a crush on two years after us. She just publicly thanked you on the school's website! Thank you for your contribution to our department and to the people in our school who need knowledge about the ancient electric guitar. She even asked for your contact details. Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you happy?! "
If this was any other day, Thomas would have been so excited that he would have jumped up and howled. But now, Thomas was not the least bit surprised. He even felt like crying.
"Bro, I have a favor to ask of you." Thomas gave a simple recap of what had happened.
Just as he finished speaking, he heard gasps from the other end.
"Are you sure you are talking about Senior Fang Zhao? He didn't drink, right? "The other end also found it hard to believe.
"He drank, but definitely not much. He seems to be quite sober. He even said that the others started it."
"This … You have to know that some people get drunk the moment they touch alcohol, but they still look very sober. But that's just a facade! Maybe Senior Fang Zhao is already so drunk that his thoughts aren't clear! But he single-handedly took down six people? "
"That's not the main point. The main point is that he was fighting at Space! And he was taken away! Bro, hurry up and come up with some ideas. Let's see who we can get help from! "
Cheng Lan was also in a hurry to contact people, but it was already almost 1 am. Many people were already asleep. The school's teachers, their department heads, and others who might be able to strike up a conversation with Natiwuzi were all asleep.
Elsewhere, Fang Zhao followed the security chief out of the performance hall through another door and took the internal elevator upstairs.
En route, Fang Zhao recalled the information he had on Natiwuzi.
Natiwuzi was known as "Yanzhou's Shadowless Hands" because the speed at which he strummed the guitar was beyond human limits. He was one of the three fastest guitarists in the world and a true grandmaster of the ancient guitar.
Natiwuzi should be over 80 this year, but in the New Era, this age was considered middle-aged. Although he had stopped performing in public and kept a low profile, legends about him still circulated.
When Thomas and the others mentioned Natiwuzi, the thing that left the deepest impression, besides his amazing guitar skills, was that Natiwuzi spoke very slowly and very slowly. It was a stark contrast to the tempestuous intensity he exuded when he strummed the guitar. At least, that was the feeling he gave off at the school's anniversary celebration.
After exiting the elevator, the security chief led Fang Zhao down a long corridor and to a room. There were quite a few security personnel standing guard at the door.
"Is the boss inside?" the security chief asked one of them.
"He's waiting." The person who replied swept his gaze over Fang Zhao and gave a cold snort, as if he had seen a person who was tired of living.
Fang Zhao paid no attention. His attention was elsewhere. There seemed to be musical notes in the air.
The door opened, and the sound of a guitar drifted out. Fang Zhao's eyes flashed with astonishment as he stepped in and looked at the person inside.
Other than a few bodyguards standing around, there was a person sitting on a 1.5-meter-wide sofa in the hall.
This person was Natiwuzi, known as "Yanzhou's Shadowless Hands." However, his head of white hair made him look 20 years older than his actual age. He was completely different from the image he had seen in videos online. Fang Zhao didn't know if he had always been like this or if he had deliberately created this image.
Natiwuzi was dressed casually. His shoulder-length hair was slightly fluffy and messy. He sat there casually, hugging a guitar, his fingers strumming the strings. His eyes were unfocused as he stared at a certain spot in the air, as if he hadn't noticed the person who had entered. His every movement exuded a sense of casualness, as if he had isolated himself from his surroundings and had created a world of his own.
The security chief and the bodyguards were already used to Natiwuzi's attitude. Regardless of the time, as long as it wasn't an urgent matter, they would wait for him to finish playing. Every song was improvised and never repeated. The length of the song varied, and no one knew how long he would play this time.
The first few lines were rather slow, as if he had left the bustling city and arrived in a quiet little garden. Under the warm sunlight, there was a sense of freedom and contentment that came from enjoying life. Even his fidgety heart seemed to be soothed.
But gradually, the music became hurried, as if the sun in the sky was blocked by a thick layer of clouds. More and more clouds appeared, dark clouds covered the sun, the wind gradually picked up, and the faint sound of thunder could be heard coming from the distant mountains.
The security chief was quietly standing there pretending to be a statue when he heard Fang Zhao ask, "Is there still a guitar here?"
"?" What? The security chief didn't seem to understand what Fang Zhao had just said. He stared at Fang Zhao as if he was looking at a freak.
Guitar? You aren't in a hurry to call for help or think about how to explain the fight in the performance hall later. You actually want to play a guitar? Is there alcohol in your brain?!
"Is there?" Fang Zhao asked again.
The security chief didn't reply. He didn't want to talk to a lunatic. He felt that this kid was definitely drunk and wasn't in a clear mind.
Fang Zhao continued, "Your boss is questioning me now. I have to answer him."
The security chief raised his eyes. His expression seemed to say, Do you think I'm stupid?
When did boss question me? He hasn't said a word since he entered the room! I'm not deaf!
"I need a guitar to explain what I did," Fang Zhao added.
The security chief continued pretending to be a statue. Using a guitar to explain? Lie, keep lying!
Seeing the security chief still standing there in a daze, Fang Zhao urged, "Hurry up. If he gets agitated, I won't be able to interrupt."
Ha, interrupting. The security chief wanted to say, "Keep lying," but when he thought about Fang Zhao's profession, he hesitated. It was said that people in the arts could hear and see things that others couldn't hear or see.
Could it be that Boss had used some unknown means to make sounds that they couldn't hear? Thinking of this possibility, the security chief couldn't help but shiver. He really wanted to rub the goosebumps on his arms.
After thinking for two seconds, he said in a low voice, "Wait."
With that, the security chief gestured to someone in the room. Seeing the other party nod, he turned around and left.
The person waiting outside saw the security chief come out and asked, "Captain, was that kid scared out of his wits?"
The security captain still looked like he was thinking hard about the problem. He glanced at the person who asked the question and said, "The boss hasn't finished playing yet."
"Oh. That will probably take a while. But after Boss finishes, that kid will be in trouble! How dare he cause trouble in our territory! "the person said fiercely.
"But, captain, what are you doing out here?" someone asked.
"Looking for a guitar," the security chief replied.
"Looking for … a guitar?"
"Yeah. The kid who caused trouble said he wanted a guitar to explain to Boss. "The security chief didn't say anything else and quickly left to look for a guitar.
After the security chief left, the people standing outside the room all had the same blank look.
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