Chapter 469: Won't Do It Again!

The name of the hothead was Zhu Qing. He was famous for his ability to fight and his appearance was fierce.

Now, the famous Brother Qing's legs were split into an "M" shape. He lay weakly on the coffee table with a beer sticking in his mouth, drinking until his face was covered in foam.

The handsome young man stepped on the coffee table with one foot. He placed his forearm gently on his knee and lowered his head staring. The fierce tiger was as obedient as a cat.

Go to hell!

What was going on?!

After two seconds of silence, Brother Qing finally finished his beer. The young master casually pulled out the bottle and looked at the coffee table with an expressionless face.

"The table is dirty."

"!!!"

Brother Qing's eyes were red as he crouched down with murderous intent and started licking the table.

Slurp... Slurp!

When he licked the table for the first time, Chu Qing only wanted to kill Wang Yan.

When he licked the second time, Chu Qing began to feel ashamed and indignant.

When he licked the third time, a wave of inexplicable fear surged into his heart.

When he licked the fourth time, he couldn't take it anymore. Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong!

...

The corner of Song Wei's mouth twitched, and all the fat on his body trembled.

The young master glanced over and picked up a bottle of beer, playing with it in his hand with a smile.

"Brother Long, do you really want to know where I'm from?"

No!

I didn't want to!

I, Brother Long, had already been scared out of my wits by this demon Wang Yan.

Especially when that pair of slightly radiating, refracted eyes swept over, Song Wei even thought that the killing intent could directly pierce his bladder.

Actually, the young master's eyes were full of smiles, where did the killing intent come from?

However, Song Wei couldn't stop himself from scaring himself. He firmly believed that Young Master Wang was a bloody-handed butcher hidden among the masses. Perhaps he even knew how to hypnotize or something...

He didn't even dare to raise his head to look closely.

"Wang Xiao... Young Master Wang, I think it might be a misunderstanding... if you're willing to talk, let's talk... I, Old Song, love to befriend young heroes like you the most!"

The young master pushed the bottle of wine over.

"One question per bottle of wine. I would tell you everything I know."

What the heck!

The service was getting worse and worse. Now I had to drink by myself...

Song Wei cursed in his stomach. His hands were not slow. He opened the beer with a bang and raised his hand to salute Wang Yan.

"Young Master Wang, great! Let's get drunk today!"

Dun dun dun dun dun...

The underlings at the door were all dumbfounded.

He could even make himself drunk in such a dignified manner?!

However, looking at Brother Long's expression, it did not seem like he was being coerced. Could it be that Young Master Wang was really someone worth befriending and could make brother submit to him?

No one understood what was going on, and all the more, they did not dare to act rashly.

Gulp!

Third Fatty secretly swallowed his saliva and then moved to the corner.

Hiss!

His knees were burning with pain...

"Great, Brother Long!"

Wang Yan clapped his hands in praise and then raised his eyebrows to signal at the Spectacle Master: "Go and order some wine for Brother Long."

I, Brother Long, was about to wither.

D*mn, when would this end?!

Stop calling me Brother Long, could you call me Little Song, okay?!

Song Wei finally finished the fourth bottle despite his bloated stomach. Just as he was about to ask a question, he suddenly hesitated.

After hesitating for a long time, he asked tentatively, "Young Master Wang, where did you make your fortune?"

"There's a supercar club in Shanghai."

Wang Yan looked at Song Wei with a faint smile. "Does Brother Long like sports cars?"

As long as you didn't ask me to drink, I would be fond of all things you asked me to.

"Yes, yes!" Song Wei was overjoyed and habitually tried to get to know more about people. "Young Master Wang, does your club accept outsiders to join?"

"Go and ask Jiang Xin to submit the application. I'm not in charge of that."

Act tough king Wang gave a casual push and suddenly smiled playfully.

"They are all in the mining business. You should know Jiang Xin, right?"

Ah?!

Song Wei was shocked. He was surprised and a little angry.

How could it be the same?!

What kind of mine did they work in? What kind of mine did I work in?

The people who made glass and chips were all in the silicon business. Could they be considered peers?

"I, Old Song, am a country bumpkin. Young Master Wang, you think too highly of me... come, let's drink!"

Song Wei took the initiative to open another bottle of beer and gestured at Wang Yan.

The young master still hadn't finished half of the bottle of beer in his hand. He smiled and raised it, putting it to his mouth and taking a sip.

"Good! Give me face!"

Brother Long was basically shameless now. After giving a thumbs up, he started to brag on his own.

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun...

This time it took at least three seconds longer than before, forcing it down his throat and turning his face red.

D*mn it, bloated!

After a hard drink, Song Wei laughed and got up.

"I didn't come in vain to get to know Young Master Wang today! Happy, I'm so happy! Young Master Wang, you guys have fun. Let's get together again if there's an opportunity! I'll pay for the bill, you're welcome, goodbye!"

What a wily old fox!

What was a true big shot?

Look at our Brother Long!

Third Fatty was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He felt that he could finally be saved.

Gu Jiashu also let out a long sigh of relief.

Song Wei did not mention about finding Gu Xuan to pick him up at all. This meant that today's stupid matter had been completely settled, and he could finally pass the test.

Although he didn't contribute much, at least he didn't lose anything, right?

If he didn't lose out, he would be making a profit. It was a sure thing!

The other students' suppressed emotions also relaxed, and smiles appeared on their faces.

The gay men at the door even started to smile from the bottom of their hearts

This room was evil!

If he could dodge, he had better hurry up and dodge...

Everyone on both sides was happy. It was truly a rare sight.

Only the young master was unhappy.

"Wait a moment!"

Song Wei's heart skipped a beat. He turned halfway and froze.

"Does Young Master Wang have any other instructions?"

Let's listen to him!

Brother really knew how to chat!

Third Fatty thought happily. His mood was floating and he wanted to fly.

The next second, Wang Yan took out his phone from his butt pocket and threw it on the coffee table.

"Your little brother smashed my phone. What do you say?"

Song Wei glared at Third Fatty.

Third Fatty: ? ? ? ? ? ?

I f*cking knocked off your phone with my head?!

Although he felt wronged, his smile wasn't slow. "I'll pay, I'll pay! Young Master Wang, Tell me, which model do you want?"

"I short of a phone?"

The young master couldn't help but laugh. When he glanced over, his smile suddenly turned cold, without any signs.

Third Fatty was frightened by his gaze, and his intuition told him that something was wrong.

Wang Yan hated him for making a move on the Loli, and he also felt that He Meng's punishment wasn't impactful enough. He had already made up his mind to use Third Fatty to establish his authority.

His smile turned cold, and his gaze turned freezing cold. He had truly reverted back to his godfather Wang style.

"It's very simple. How did the phone break? I'll have to trouble you to break it more thoroughly, and then we'll be even."

How did it break?

When Third Fatty recalled that moment, his expression suddenly changed.

F*ck!

Were you asking me to use the iron head to smash the phone again?!

Whose brain was used for such a thing?!

He's going too far!

However, although he was angry, he didn't dare to turn against him.

Didn't you see that our Brother Long was following his heart's wishes?

Looking at Brother Qing, he was even more miserable. He licked the table until he vomited...

Third Fatty's face was pale. Finally, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile.

"No, no problem! As long as you're satisfied, as long as you're satisfied!"

He took two big steps forward, picked up the phone, and was about to smash it on his head!

"Ah!"

The girls in the room immediately cried out in surprise.

But at this moment, Wang Yan coldly shouted, "Who told you to pick it up?"

His voice was not only cold and stern, but also carried an unspeakable awe-inspiring evil air.

What?!

Third Fatty held his phone and looked down at the marble coffee table. He suddenly understood.

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F*ck!

You're so f*cking vicious!

Song Wei's thugs were also restless and angry. They were all eager to give it a try, waiting for their Big Brother's order.

At the critical moment, Godfather Wang raised his eyes and looked at each other. Soon, he swept across the entire scene.

In terms of how strong the killing intent was, there was no such thing.

However, the reverence that Song Wei had accumulated in his heart was about to break through the threshold. With just a glance, he was frightened out of his wits.

With the might of suppressing their leader, Wang Yan stared at the hotheads until they lowered their heads.

After that, everything became extremely simple.

Wherever his gaze passed by, there was silence, heads lowered, and absolute silence!

To shoot people, you had to shoot the horse first. To capturing bandits, you had to capture the king first!

All the undefeatable battles came from the strategic accumulation of small victories. This was the first strategy in the military book -- to directly attack the heart of the dragon!

Third Fatty did not receive any support. He only waited for a moment of silence. His heart was filled with grief, anger, and regret.

However, this fellow was truly a bachelor. Knowing that he would not be spared, he immediately hardened his heart against himself.

Who asked me to have a hand out of control?

In the future, if I ever touched a f*cking lolita again, I would be f*cking grounded!

Gritting his teeth, he placed the phone back on the marble table. Third Fatty took a deep breath and smashed it with his head!

"Ah!"

The girls began to scream again.

Yu Qiuli was so scared that she covered her face with her hand. The gap between her fingers was so big. She was afraid but yet wanted to see.

He Meng secretly clenched her small fists. Her face was expressionless, and her heart was thumping wildly. Her emotions were extremely complicated.

He Xiaolu, who was lying on the sofa, quivered all over and continued to close her eyes to pretend to be asleep. She was a little scared, but she also felt an unprecedented sense of security.

Her mother had never given her that feeling.

Her biological father, who was often absent for ten days out of half a month, had never given this to her.

The cheapskate sister... never mind.

If it wasn't Wang Yan, she wouldn't even know what peace of mind was.

The peace of having someone to rely on at a critical moment, the joy of seeing the enemy pay the price after being bullied, the warmth of a ray of sunlight shining in after being submerged in darkness...

The little fairy quietly sniffled.

Bang!

Third Fatty finally smashed his head over with a loud bang.

Then, he sat down on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

With the phone as a cushion, he would not have been smashed to death on the marble surface. However, it was still uncomfortable to knock on his head.

He would not be able to escape from a mild concussion.

The Spectacle Master and the hotheaded young man, who were just there for fun, rushed over and supported Third Fatty. They looked at Wang Yan nervously.

Young Master's expression relaxed a little and he finally smiled again.

"Very good, we're now even."

Song Wei heaved a huge sigh of relief and even forgot to hide it. He heard it clearly in the quiet room.

However, no one would laugh at him.

Now, everyone felt that Wang Yan was indeed extremely evil.

"Young Master Wang, we'll never change our ways. We'll meet again in the future!"

Song Wei cupped his fists and tried to say a few words in saving his face.

He had to do it!

He relied on his face to survive!

As for how to explain that sentence... Of course, I, Song Wei Long, have a way to cover it up!

"Wait."

Wang Yanqing said lightly, and the room instantly fell silent again.

Why did we have to wait?

What the f*cking wait!

The blissful expressions on the hooligans' faces suddenly turned stiff, and their tempers surged.

Surprisingly, Song Wei did not have a temper.

On one hand, it was because he had suffered too much and endured too many humiliations during his early years in society. He had long been trained.

On the other hand, it was naturally because he was truly afraid of Wang Yan.

It had nothing to do with money or background. It had nothing to do with family, power, connections, and everything else.

It was very simple and pure. He was afraid of Wang Yan.

In a trance, Song Wei felt like he was back to the year when he had his first son at the age of 27.

That year, Song Wei was locked up in the detention center for 15 days. One night, there were only two people in the entire cell. One was him, and the other was a 14-year-old kid who had just come out of the mountains.

That kid was skinny and lonely. His lips were dry and his skin was cracked. His eyes flashed like a hungry wolf, and his teeth were snow white.

That kid asked him, "Do you have a home?"

Song Wei nodded and said yes.

"Oh, I don't."

The kid opened his mouth and seemed to be laughing and crying. Song Wei subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Four years ago, that kid finally took a bullet as expected. When he received the news, Song Wei felt somewhat lost.

Now, Song Wei once again experienced that pure reverence. It still came from a youth, but he was far smarter, stronger, and more cunning than that brat.

Sigh, I was getting old...

Song Wei shook his head and calmly asked, "What other advice does Young Master Wang have?"

Wang Yan responded with the same calmness, "His matter is clear, but not yours. Each of you will have a bottle of wine. After drinking it, say, 'Young Master Wang, I was impulsive, I won't do it again'. Only then can we talk about something else the next time we meet."

That was exactly the condition that Brother Long had proposed at the beginning.

The hooligans started to get restless again, and their emotions were a little unstable.

Even Gu Jiashu felt that Wang Yan was too nosy and pretentious. He didn't know how to stop when things were going well.

The Soy Sauce Brother and the Spectacle Master couldn't help but speak for the first time tonight.

"Young Master Wang, be a man and leave some leeway for others. It'll be easier for us to meet in the future..."

"There's no need for that for you guys."

Godfather Wang smiled and shook his head. He leaned back slightly in an extremely leisurely manner.

The young master sized up Song Wei, but he did not immediately activate his forceful persuasion.

He wanted to know how far he could suppress Song Wei without relying on his skill.

It was right to be a man and leave some leeway. Giving others leeway was giving oneself leeway.

However, it was not possible to deal with hooligans!

These scum who wandered on the edge of the law and lived in the midst of mutual deception were always afraid of authority and not morality.

If they wanted to fight, they had to be beaten into submission and fear once in for all, so that they would not dare to have second thoughts again!

Calling them 'brothers' amiably and then rely on giving-face to do the job?

It's overthinking!

Ingrates could not be raised with money. Only with knives, spears, and clubs could they be driven.

The manor was about to be built. If he didn't take the opportunity to destroy their arrogance and ambition, should he wait until something happened in the future to deal with it?

Song Wei's power might not be useful, but since I, Wang Yan, have established a name, I will make you remember it in your bones!

In the silent confrontation, Song Wei suddenly smiled sadly.

"Okay."

Opening the bottle skillfully, raising his head, dun dun dun...

"Young Master Wang, it's our fault. We've offended you. It won't happen again!"

Since the big brother was behaving this way, the underlings naturally had nothing to insist on. They immediately took advantage of the situation to get off the donkey.

The room immediately rang with a series of gulping sounds, followed by "It won't happen again" one after another.

Before drinking, everyone's hearts were filled with shock and fear.

After giving in, their hearts were relaxed, and they actually felt relieved.

Wang Yan nodded at Song Wei. The frost melted, and he suddenly felt like a spring breeze. "Brother Long, goodbye. We'll meet again if we're fated."

Third Fatty quietly opened half of his eyes and suddenly shivered.

The face change like flipping through a freaking book. What the f*ck!

He grimaced, and his head started to hurt again.

F*ck, let's go, let's go!

They were all freaking waiting for food?

It was no use for Third Fatty to really urge them. The group retreated quickly, and they left like a dam breaking.

In the blink of an eye, only Gu Jiashu's helpers were left at the door.

A group of sand sculptures peeked at Wang Yan and asked, "That... Young Master Gu? Let's..."

"You guys go find a room to play in. It's my treat!"

Gu Jiashu waved his hand gloomily. He was not in the mood to invite his friends over.

He Meng started to glance at Wang Yan.

She probably meant to ask, "What should we do next?"

The young master was relatively in a good mood, but not in the mood.

A man's state after having a good time... was understandable.

"Let's go. I wish everyone a happy New Year."

He got up, smiled, and stretched. The room suddenly became lively.

"Let's go, Let's go!"

"Let's go, let's go, let's do what we need to do!"

"Is there anyone going to internet cafe all night?"

"Bring me along!"

"Send the girls back first!"

"Alright! I'll go downstairs and look for a car... Xiao Kai, pay the bill!"

"Oh!"

It was lively and noisy, as if nothing had happened.

But how could that be possible?

Real changes happened in the most secretive corners, and only everyone knew about it.

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