Legend of the Dragon King

Chapter 172 Still want to fight?

Although Wen Yan looks ugly and has a wretched temperament, he still has a bit of aura when he gets angry.

The women present who regarded him as a big shot were even more frightened and kept silent.

"Brother Wen, calm down, don't be angry with this guy, it's not good to be angry, so who, why don't you apologize to Brother Wen?"

A woman patted Wen Yan's back to comfort him, while staring at Mu Jinyu and shouted.

Even Lin Qiaoxia pursed her red lips tightly and looked at Mu Jinyu worriedly.

Although she didn't ask Mu Jinyu to apologize, she still had the intention.

However, she wanted Mu Jinyu to apologize, which was different from the former one. The former wanted to step on Mu Jinyu and raise high-profile remarks.

But she was afraid that Mu Jinyu would offend Wen Yan and would not be able to stay in the company any longer, so she hoped that Mu Jinyu would apologize to Wen Yan, say something nice to him, and explain the matter to him.

Mu Jinyu looked at Wen Yan who was furious, his eyes were full of disdain, and he sat in his seat, not to mention apologizing to Wen Yan, he didn't even bother to move.

"Sorry, he deserves it too?!"

Mu Jinyu picked up the juice on the table, took a sip, and said indifferently.

"You fucking..."

Wen Yan was furious. He never expected that Mu Jinyu, a pretty boy, would dare to speak to him like this.

Do you really think that because his cousin dotes on him, he can be presumptuous to himself? !
He immediately picked up the wine bottle on the table, ready to throw it at Mu Jinyu.

"Oh!"

There was the sound of a wine bottle bursting.

Bleeding.

but……

The person whose head was shot was not Mu Jinyu.

It was Wen Yan who had just picked up the wine bottle.

Mu Jinyu and Lin Qiaoxia came early and sat directly inside the crescent-shaped booth, while Manager Chen and Wen Yan came late and naturally sat outside.

A group of people came over aggressively, and just when Wen Yan's mouth became dirty, the wine bottle in his hand threw it directly on Wen Yan's head.

"How dare you curse in front of me!"

A young man with tattooed arms, while talking, dropped the wine bottle with only half a sharp bottle head left in his hand, glanced contemptuously at Wen Yan who turned back in astonishment, and then spit thick phlegm on his face.

With a bloody head, Wen Yan unconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe his face. Feeling the sticky texture on his hand, he immediately felt nauseous, stood up angrily, and was about to smash the wine bottle in his hand on the forehead of the flower-armed youth. go!

"Go away!"

The young man with flower arms looked contemptuous, raised his right leg, and kicked the empty door exposed after Wen Yan stood up first.

"Ow!!"

His vitals were hit, Wen Yan screamed in pain, let go of the wine bottle, and immediately turned into the head of the crotch-holding sect...

Then, the wine bottle fell and hit the back of his foot, and the pain made him stand on his own again, jumping up and down.

All the girls sitting on the booth turned pale with fright.

The flower-armed youth didn't bother to pay attention to Wen Yan's evil pen, so he covered his forehead with his hand, and when he pressed it, he was pushed to the ground.

Then, he approached the booth, ignored the group of rouge and gouache, stared at Mu Jinyu fiercely, and shouted: "Boy, what's up? Do you remember me?!"

"Um?!"

Lying on the ground in pain, Wen Yan's eyelids twitched when he heard the young man's words, and he immediately understood that the young man with the flowery arm was not here to deal with him at all, they were here to find trouble with Mu Jinyu, a handsome boy...

Damn it, I was accidentally injured because I was sitting outside!
Wen Yan was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

When Manager Chen and the girls from the public relations department heard the words, they also quickly moved their buttocks to distance themselves from Mu Jinyu, so as not to be accidentally injured later.

Mu Jinyu didn't care about these things at all, and looked up at the young man with flowery arms, just feeling a little impressed, but couldn't remember who it was.

Then, he shook his head flatly and said, "How do I know who you are, but why are you beating my friend?"

Wen Yan, who was lying on the ground covering his crotch, heard this, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he had an inexplicable bad feeling!
The next action of the flower-armed youth was indeed as he expected!
"Why hit him? I want to step on him!"

Hearing Mu Jinyu's words, the flower-armed youth really thought that Wen Yan was Mu Jinyu's friend, and immediately stepped on Wen Yan's head hard, grinding with the sole of his shoe!
Wen Yan's head, which had already been beaten to a bloody head by the wine bottle, was stepped on the floor by the young man to grind it, and a layer of scalp was immediately worn off, causing him to scream in pain.

Damn it, you little boy, when I get up, I won't let you go.

Hearing Wen Yan's miserable howl, Mu Jinyu was also afraid that something might happen to him, so the worry on his face disappeared instantly, and with a smile, he said, "Thank you."

The flower-armed youth stepped on Wen Yan, originally planning to torture Mu Jinyu slowly with the pleasure of revenge.

Start with friends around him.

But when he heard Mu Jinyu's sudden thank you, he was taken aback for a moment.

Then, he remembered Wen Yan's swear words when he came over just now, and the action of grabbing the wine bottle to fight.

At that time, he thought that Wen Yan found out that he was coming and wanted to fight, so he just dealt with him first.

Hearing what Mu Jinyu said now, he immediately understood that the unlucky guy under his feet had had a conflict with Mu Jinyu in the first place, and he took the wine bottle to clean up Mu Jinyu.

In the end, instead, he let himself be beaten to the ground first, saving Mu Jinyu's life!
The young man was suddenly very angry.

He raised his foot and kicked Wen Yan in the back, kicking him far away like a tattered man!
Wen Yan was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream, but he didn't pass out from the pain, and he didn't want to be beaten any more, so he lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Damn it, you still dare to play me! I think you really don't want to live!"

The young man stared at Mu Jinyu angrily.

Mu Jinyu leisurely picked up the juice drink on the table, took a sip, and said, "Who the hell are you? Is there something wrong? Don't bother me if it's nothing."

"Did you really forget Lao Tzu and what happened yesterday?"

The young man was so angry that he slapped the drink in Fei Mu Jinyu's hand and asked angrily.

Mu Jinyu's drink was shot flying, and the juice splashed on the girls in the public relations department nearby.

They couldn't help screaming a few times, feeling sorry for the clothes they spent a lot of money on.

But he knew that the situation was dangerous at the moment, and he didn't care about his heartache, so he quickly covered his mouth, not daring to say anything.

"What happened yesterday?" Mu Jinyu's drink was shot flying, but he didn't care. After repeating what the young man said just now, he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh."

Mu Jinyu raised his eyes and glanced up and down at the young man, then his eyes suddenly changed, his tone raised a few tones, and he said, "It's you..."

Seeing that Mu Jinyu finally recognized him, the young man sneered and said, "It's good to recognize me. I sneaked up on me yesterday when I didn't have many of my men coming. Today, I will see how you sneak up on me!"

Mu Jinyu's surprised expression became lazy again, and he said casually: "Why, I didn't beat you enough yesterday, but you dare to come here today. You are born to be beaten, do you still want to ask for a beating?"

This statement came out.

The young man immediately exploded with anger.

Manager Chen and the girls from the public relations department were so frightened that their faces paled.

(End of this chapter)