Need for Agent

Chapter 53 Moral Damages

Chapter 53 Moral Damages

The moment Luo Yu spoke, a big man rushed over with his huge fist, and he reached the back of Luo Yu's head in a blink of an eye.

A few beer girls smiled and waited to see the good show. There were several guests like this every day, and none of them were beaten like dead dogs and thrown out.

Feeling the wind behind him, Luo Yu didn't turn around, turned sideways to avoid the punch, grabbed a beer bottle on the table and poked it into the big man's mouth with his backhand.

The big man didn't react, he rushed forward, half of the beer bottle was poked into his mouth, a crackling sound came out of his mouth, Luo Yu just exerted some force, and the glass bottle hit him all of a sudden His front teeth were broken, and the mouth of the bottle was drilled deep into his throat.

"Ugh", the base of his tongue was crushed by the wine bottle, the big man pulled out the upside-down wine bottle and covered his neck and retched, the teeth on both sides were broken from the middle, and the broken teeth pierced into the gums, causing his whole face to shudder in pain Distorted and deformed, several teeth fell to the ground mixed with blood.

"Huh?" The manager's face was full of astonishment before he recovered, Luo Yu had already blown to the remaining big men like a gust of wind.

"Bang", there was a commotion on the dance floor, a big man in black fell directly from the fence, and fell into the middle of the frantically writhing crowd on the dance floor with a bruised nose, overwhelming a large crowd, and there was a lot of complaints on the dance floor, followed by another A big man in black flew over from the other side of the fence, his face was covered with shards of broken glass, and his bloody flesh had already fainted.

Holding the hair of the last big man and banging his head on the table desperately, Luo Yu threw away his limp opponent and smiled at the manager: "Do you want me to pay for these medical expenses?"

One manager and four beer girls stared at everything in front of them with their mouths wide open. In just a moment, the four security guards were beaten to the ground like garbage.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Luo Yu frowned and patted the manager's cheek that would tremble three times after saying a word, and wiped his hand with greasy powder.

"Ah!" The manager stared at Luo Yu's smiling face for 3 seconds, and then screamed hysterically, "Help, you're killing someone, call Fuge down, someone is messing around!"

"Luo Yu, what should we do?" Xu Xingdong stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Seeing that the boy was still calm at this moment, Luo Yu couldn't help but take another look at him: "What can I do, I was threatened by them, so naturally I have to ask for some mental damage fees, learn from it."

Pushing the Three Musketeers who had already been scared to death on the sofa, Luo Yu shook his head: "It's nothing for a big man to be afraid of being like this."

"They belong to the underworld, Luo Yu, aren't you afraid?" Xue Kai swallowed and said dryly.

"What are you afraid of? Those who are soft are afraid of being violent, and those who are cruel are afraid of death. People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. You don't understand the truth?" Luo Yu lit a cigarette again, and Xue Kai was caught in the haze of smoke. Suddenly, Luo Yu found that Luo Yu had the profound temperament of a poet.

In fact, this is what Luo Yu pretended. In layman's terms, it means pretending to be coercive. As the saying goes: people don't pretend to be bullying young people, as long as they don't want to show off like the second generation ancestor, it feels good to pretend at the right time.

There was a loud noise from the stairs leading to the second floor. The DJ had already turned off the music, and almost all the guests looked towards the stairs, not knowing what happened.

"Damn, I play cards well, which bastard is causing trouble here, I peeled his skin." A few people came down from the second floor amidst the sound of thumping footsteps, and the leader with the loudest voice had a smile on his face. There is a long scar, the wounds are tangled together, it doesn't look like it was cut by a sharp knife, but it looks like it was caused by a strong blow on the face, which exploded the flesh.

"Brother Fu, you want to make the decision for us, look." The manager pointed at his face, "That little bastard slapped my face hard, and even knocked our security to the ground, I'm sorry for such a big loss. How should I explain it?"

Brother Fu pushed the manager aside: "It's none of my business that you were beaten up. Someone dares to make trouble in our skinhead-covered place. He doesn't want to die anymore? Who, stand up."

"Skinheads." Xue Kai let out a ###, "Luo Yu, we are finished."

"Skinheads." Xu Xingdong frowned, "This matter is difficult."

"It's difficult? Could it be that the skinheads are poor?" Luo Yu looked horrified, "They can't afford mental damage?"

"It's you?" Fu Ge led his men over, "You're fucking tired of work..." Seeing Luo Yu's grinning face turned around, Fu Ge, who was flaunting his power just now, changed three times in an instant. From red to white, and from white to green.

This face will never be forgotten even if he dies. The scar on Yang Fucheng's face tingled, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch the scar.

Someone backed him up, and the manager jumped out again and pointed at Luo Yu: "Brother Fu, it's this kid, you have to make decisions for us."

"Crack", Yang Fucheng slapped the manager on the face and slapped her: "Go and apologize to him, it is our honor that he can come here, do you still dare to charge?"

Yang Fucheng's performance surprised everyone present, and the manager stared at Yang Fucheng in disbelief.

"Look at it this way, go to the counter and get 2 yuan." Kicking the manager, Yang Fucheng cursed in his heart: "Damn woman, don't say who is here, you want me to die, right?"

"Hey, Brother Yu, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding." Seeing Luo Yu squinting at him, Yang Fucheng quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for Luo Yu, and then lit it for Xu Xingdong who was standing next to him, with a look on his face. Mei smiled, "Brother Yu, we met in that place." Her mouth made a lip sound of "Fox River", and Luo Yu suddenly remembered that his boss seemed to be called Brother Qing.

"Brother Qing is okay?" Luo Yu unceremoniously took out a pocketknife from Yang Fucheng's pocket and stuffed it into his pocket, "Who else has that?"

"Brother Qing has come out too, thanks to your old age, Xiao Yang is fine." Yang Fucheng's current appearance is like a dog trying to please its master, and Xu Xingdong and the Three Musketeers were startled by that obsequious appearance. .

"Our drink today?" Xue Kai asked tentatively.

"It doesn't count, I said it was a misunderstanding." Yang Fucheng hurriedly explained, "It's our honor to come here, Brother Yu, how can we still collect money?" The manager also came over at this time, holding a thick Two thick stacks of money.

Yang Fucheng grabbed it and stuffed it into Luo Yu's hand: "Brother Yu, this is a tribute to you, and I will come here often in the future."

"Okay, definitely." Luo Yu threw the money into Xue Kai's hands, as if remembering something, pulled Yang Fucheng aside: "Do you have any fans here?"

Thinking that Luo Yu was a spy, Yang Fucheng shook his head like a rattle: "No, definitely not."

"Pay attention to me, and tell me if you find it. This is for you. Don't worry, I'm not from the government." Luo Yu took out a piece of paper and stuffed it into Yang Fucheng's pocket.

Yang Fucheng's blood is surging now, just now he glanced at the check out of the corner of his eye, and it was a string of zeros that made people dazzled: "I've made a lot of money, I'm rich."