Although the fight on this side was brief, the effect and commotion it caused were significant.
Many people witnessed Wang An's clean, decisive, and efficient attacking style. For most, their feeling could be summed up in one word: "fast." Exceptionally fast. One move per person; the battle ended in a dozen seconds.
While Han Xiaomin, Yuan Hongmei, and Tao Wenjing were still somewhat shaken, the way they looked at Wang An instantly changed.
It couldn't be helped; whether humans or animals, all admire strength. Moreover, Wang An's actions just now were to save them, which immediately gave the three of them the feeling of a hero saving beauties.
Yes, exactly—a hero saving beauties.
In their hearts, Wang An was currently a great hero who had descended from the heavens, and they were the beauties being rescued.
The only slight regret was that there were a few too many beauties, meaning they couldn't each have a deeply intimate exchange with the great hero.
Fortunately, by the great hero's side, there were "little heroes" like Wang Li and Mu Xueli to exchange with.
After knocking down all six thugs, Wang An swung his large feet and began kicking them one by one.
The reason was simple: Wang An wanted to ensure these six little thugs had zero combat capability for a short period of time.
Han Xiaomin had seen Wang An's ruthlessness and brutality when fighting before, but seeing it again now, she felt a wave of numbness wash over her body. She felt a desire to be conquered by Wang An, an urge to proactively get into bed and snuggle with him.
Seeing Wang An's current brutality and vigor, Yuan Hongmei and Tao Wenjing subconsciously clung tightly to the arms of Wang Li and Mu Xueli, rubbing themselves against them with their full breasts beneath their sweaters.
Of course, no one was paying attention to the three women's small movements or their lewd thoughts at the moment, as everyone's focus was on Wang An.
Wang An's movements were swift; he kicked each thug's ribs only twice. However, since Wang An was wearing military boots and each kick carried immense force, it was inevitable that several ribs were broken for each of the six thugs.
By the time Wang An broke the ribs of the last thug, less than twenty seconds had passed again.
Just then, a group of people finally rushed out from the partitioned area, cursing and shouting as they prepared to attack Wang An.
Against five or six people who didn't know martial arts, Wang An didn't struggle at all. Against seven or eight, he would have to put in some effort and might sustain some injuries, but he could handle it. However, once the number exceeded ten, Wang An would have to employ a strategy of hitting and running.
It couldn't be helped; human strength has its limits. As long as Wang An couldn't knock them down one by one in a single move, he would inevitably end up being mobbed. Once he couldn't even swing his arms or stretch his legs, there might be no second option other than being beaten to death.
Therefore, when those bastards charged over, Wang An didn't hesitate to pull out his Type 54.
Wang Li and Mu Xueli also withdrew their arms from the embraces of Yuan Hongmei and Tao Wenjing and performed the same action as Wang An.
Having drawn his gun, Wang An didn't stop; he chambered a round and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger, aiming for the thighs of the two leading the charge who were holding machetes.
It couldn't be helped; if he let them rush in, even with guns in their hands, the three of them would likely meet a fate of being hacked to death by a flurry of blades.
The most frustrating part was the saying "the law does not punish the crowd." Even if the three of them were hacked to death, they would likely end up as nameless casualties.
Thus, the phrase "strike first to gain the advantage, strike late to suffer the consequences" was the absolute truth at this moment.
Following two loud "bang bang" gunshots, the two "early birds" leading the charge collapsed instantly. These two shots immediately drowned out the music in the venue.
As Wang An's gun fired, Wang Li also pulled his trigger, resulting in the knees of two other thugs at the front being hit by bullets.
Unsurprisingly, these two thugs also collapsed.
After Wang Li's gunshots rang out, the people charging finally calmed down and subconsciously stopped in their tracks.
Clearly, whoever rushed fastest got shot. None of them were fools, and no one wanted to be that fool.
It must be said that once the sound of this "equalizer" rang out, everyone was instantly intimidated.
At that moment, the dense rows of light poles on the ceiling lit up, and the neon lights instantly lost their effect.
Following that, the music in the dance hall was turned off by someone, leaving only the wails of the four thugs echoing through the hall.
To be fair, the security personnel in this dance hall reacted quite quickly.
From the moment Wang An started fighting to the end of the gunshots, not more than two minutes had passed in total.
Soon, a man wearing a blue shirt on top, dress pants on the bottom, and slippers on his feet emerged from the direction of the backstage, leading a dozen people in uniform, two of whom were holding 12-gauge double-barrel shotguns.
With one glance, Wang An knew that the 12-gauge double-barrel shotguns in their hands were the latest "Tiger Head" brand, which, along with the "Eagle" brand from Heilongjiang Province, were the most popular shotguns of the time.
However, in DJ County, 16-gauge double-barrel shotguns were more common than 12-gauge ones, because 16-gauge double-barrels and 16-gauge single-barrels used the same ammunition; as long as one had the shells, they could make their own bullets.
When these people reached the crowd, the man who looked like the boss shouted sternly
"What's going on? Who fired the gun? Do you have a death wish?"
Holding the gun in his left hand and pulling out his police ID with his right, Wang An said with drooping eyelids
"I fired the gun. So what? Is there a problem?"
It must be said that Wang An's current arrogant posture, combined with his dismissive attitude, actually looked quite convincing.
Seeing the police ID and the standard-issue Type 54 pistol in Wang An's hand, the middle-aged man who looked like the boss froze, momentarily speechless.
The main reason was that while firearm management in this era wasn't particularly strict, that primarily referred to remote forest and mountain areas, where guns were mainly used to defend against wolves and wild beasts.
In larger cities and developed areas—places where wild beasts didn't roam—firearm management was quite strict.
Therefore, in the land of Anguo, aside from the police having Type 54s, ordinary "grey societies" and thugs were considered quite powerful if they had a few shotguns or homemade guns.
Even so, they always kept them hidden whenever they used them; no one dared to brandish them so openly.