54: Chapter 54: Not a Single Fighter!

54: Chapter 54: Not a Single Fighter!

Fearsome strength!

How much force does it take to crush a beer bottle?

Fang Yu panicked.

“Xin’er, I think it’s about enough.

Su Geng spoke too aggressively, and he threw the first punch, but he also got brutally kicked by your boyfriend.

We all used to be classmates after all, there’s no need to take this too far, right?”

Tang Xin glanced sideways, snorting coldly, “From the sound of it, are we the ones causing trouble?”

Fang Yu hurriedly said, “Of course not, I said Su Geng was at fault first!

Look at how much pain he’s in, let him off the hook, will you?

I need to take him to the hospital!”

“Really?

Let me have a look!”

Tang Xin walked over to Wu Jie’s side.

Su Geng lay on the sofa, clutching his stomach in pain, but his eyes were filled with unabated fury.

Her beautiful eyes turned, and Tang Xin looked at Wu Jie, “Bro, is your hand okay?”

Wu Jie shook his head slightly, “I’m fine, it’s just a matter of whether Mr.

Su is fine!”

“I’m going to kill you today no matter what!!”

Clutching his abdomen, Su Geng took out his phone, intending to call for help.

“Mr.

Su, that’s pretty bold of you!”

Tang Xin, leaning on Wu Jie’s shoulder, laughed and said,

“Do you feel particularly resentful inside?

Look at you, such a coward, who are you calling?

Your mommy and daddy?

It would be nice if they came.

I can take the opportunity to tell them just how unreasonable you are!”

“We were being kind, inviting everyone to dinner and singing, but you just spout trash, making baseless accusations, and then out of embarrassment you resort to violence…

I really want to see if they’re reasonable people!”

Wu Jie wrapped his arm around Tang Xin’s waist, “Enough, if he wants to call people, let him.

It’s time for us to visit the other private rooms and toast.”

“That works!

Then, Mr.

Su, you take your time calling, bring lots of people!”

Fang Yu clenched his teeth and held back until Wu Jie and Tang Xin had left, then he rushed over.

“Stop calling!

Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital!”

“Get lost!!”

Su Geng swatted Fang Yu’s hand away.

Fang Yu snorted coldly, pointing at the shattered glass on the floor.

“Brother, take a good look and clear your head!”

Su Geng roared furiously, “Get the fuck away from me!

Damn it, when he kicked me flying, what the hell were you doing?

Standing so close and not helping, just watching the show?”

Speaking of which, Su Geng noticed that others were whispering and muttering to each other.

“What are you looking at?

Is it entertaining?

All of you fuck off!

Go away!”

Su Geng raised the wine bottle in his hand, looking ready to kill.

Everyone left, but Fang Yu didn’t.

Instead, he sat down and started eating fruit.

“Why haven’t you fucked off?” Su Geng yelled.

“Looking at your energy, I really think Wu Jie’s kick was too gentle!”

Fang Yu picked up a slice of watermelon and started crunching away at it.

“I’m just here to eat melon and watch the show, you go ahead and make your calls.

After all these years of knowing you, don’t I know you?

You have plenty of fair-weather friends, but none who can actually fight, hmph.”

Su Geng gritted his teeth, his insides seething with anger.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.

He usually lived it up, indulging in food and drink, a typical spoilt rich kid.

And naturally, his friends were pretty much the same.

Wu Jie could kick him flying and even crush a beer bottle with his bare hands…

Su Geng flipped through his contacts and couldn’t find anyone who could take Wu Jie down.

Fang Yu glanced at Su Geng and shook his head with a sigh.

“Forget it!

Stop looking, if you can find one person who can fight, I’ll fucking jump out of this window!”

Bang!

Su Geng’s eyes turned bloodshot, and he violently threw his phone onto the sofa.

“Damn it all!”

Fang Yu wiped his mouth with a napkin and sneered,

“Can’t find the right person, can you?

If you ask me, there are two options now.

First is to sneak away before they come back.

It’s embarrassing, sure, but it’ll save you money.”

“The second path is you pay up, and I call someone for you.

But whether you win or lose, you’ll need to spend money either way…”

Su Geng’s eyes reddened in desperation.

“Call them!

Call them right now!

Bring a bunch!

As long as they can beat that bastard Wu Jie, I’m willing to spend whatever it takes!”

“Alright!

You said it yourself!

I know this guy; he’s a coach at a boxing gym and even won the boxing championship at the provincial sports meet!”

Fang Yu took out his phone and immediately called someone.

…

Time ticked by, minute by minute, and more than twenty minutes had passed.

The person Fang Yu had called for Su Geng had not arrived, but instead, Wu Jie came back, hand in hand with Tang Xin.

“You two are quite overbearing, huh!

Chased everyone else away, but the two of you monopolize this large private room.

You’re really something!”

Sitting down, Tang Xin slammed her foot on the wine table and propped up her Erlang’s leg, sneering as she asked:

“Where are they?

It’s almost been half an hour, Mr.

Su, where’s the person you called?”

Su Geng glared at Wu Jie furiously, “Cut the chatter.

They’ll be here any minute!”

“How soon is ‘any minute’?”

Tang Xin nestled against Wu Jie’s shoulder, and laughed, “I’m afraid we’ll all be waiting too long.

Should we order some late-night snacks to eat while we wait?”

“You!!”

Su Geng was so furious he was nearly going mad.

Wu Jie didn’t say a word, but inside he was elated.

So satisfying!

Tang Xin really was the best ‘bad friend’, a master at picking the right moment to provoke!

He didn’t have to lift a finger or say a word, Tang Xin was pulling in hatred wave after wave for him.

From his flashy entrance at the hotpot restaurant until now, using the ‘fake boyfriend’ role, Wu Jie had already earned quite a lot of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Even if he actually paid the bill, he wouldn’t lose much.

Of course, how could Wu Jie possibly pay?

As expected, it wasn’t long before the door to the private room was kicked open.

A few brawny, formidable men walked in.

With thick gold chains and leopard and tiger tattoos, they had the look of seasoned street toughs.

One of them even resembled a Mr.

Universe, with well-defined muscles, exuding an explosive power.

Fang Yu immediately stood up to greet him, “Sen!”

Su Geng pointed at Wu Jie, his expression savage, “Beat him up for me, and I’ll pay you the remaining one hundred thousand right away!”

Sen was the bodybuilder, brawny and bullish, with muscles rippling, making a visually striking impact.

“Hiss…

doesn’t look like much, does he?

Can he really crush a beer bottle with his bare hands?

How about you give us a performance?

Maybe if I’m pleased, I’ll make sure they go easy on you!”

His words were rude, his eyes challenging.

Sen and his crew were paid to take the fall for others, so naturally, their words were sharp.

“What’s wrong?

You’ve gone mute?

You need me to hand you the beer bottle personally, do you?”

Sen sneered, picking up a beer bottle from the table with a playful look, intending to hand it to Wu Jie.

But in that very instant…

Whoosh!

A figure flashed, followed by a scream!

Sen only felt a blur before his eyes, and in an instant, his wrist was twisted back.

Bang!

The brawny, formidable Sen was immediately subdued by Wu Jie with a counter-grapple; losing his balance, he was kicked and then firmly stepped on the back of his neck.

Thud!

On his knees, his head pressing against the surface of the wine table.

The face that had been arrogant just moments before was now squashed out of shape, and the hand that had held the beer bottle was twisted back.

Taking the beer bottle, Wu Jie coolly swept his gaze over the others, finally resting on Sen who was beneath his foot.

“If you’re going to fight, then fight.

What’s with all the crap talk?”

Applying a bit of pressure underfoot, Sen immediately shook in pain, his face twisting.

“Mr.

Su, you had half an hour and this is what you brought?

How come there’s not one among them who can fight?”

With a bang, Wu Jie crushed the beer bottle in his hand.

Instantly!

Beer mixed with shards of glass cascaded down onto Sen’s face.

“Sen, right?

Are you satisfied with my little trick?”