On the spot, the faces of the four of them darkened instantly.

They all had drunk quite a bit, and Liu Zhizhong gradually let loose, drinking fiercely with them!

The fiercer Liu Zhizhong drank, the happier those four goons became—drunk was exactly what they were hoping for!

Yue Xing knew Liu Zhizhong could hold his liquor incredibly well, but she still felt somewhat worried.

But every time she warned him to drink less, Liu Zhizhong would pinch her hand or forearm under the table, taking full advantage, and she was in no position to make a scene.

After all, the name of husband and wife was set in stone, alas!

To avoid letting him take advantage, she simply stopped saying anything, letting Liu Zhizhong do as he pleased.

As a result, Liu Zhizhong played his part well, bluffing and drinking nonstop, eating a lot as well. Gradually, Yue Xing relaxed, feeling that this kid was methodical and structured in his actions, brimming with confidence, as if every move was premeditated.

But unexpectedly, now he was blatantly accusing others of ill intent, alas…

These four tattooed men immediately looked extremely upset, and the shortest one, seated closest to the door, abruptly rattled his chopsticks against his bowl and glared at Liu Zhizhong, exclaiming, "Zhang Leifeng, what the hell do you mean? How do we have ill intent? Explain yourself!"

Indeed, Liu Zhizhong had given a false name; he called himself Zhang Leifeng. As for his "wife" Yue Xing's name, there was no need to give it.

Right there, another tattooed man started shouting, "That's right, aren't your words too insulting, brother? Is it such a crime to invite you and your spouse to sing karaoke? Aren't you being unfair to your pals?"

"It seems, sharing a table with you for a meal was truly a waste of our kindness…"

"…"

You say one thing, I say another, the four guys felt wronged and quite unhappy.

Liu Zhizhong, holding his glass of beer, smiled and shook his head before setting the glass down, then took out a cigarette and offered them to the four men.

He offered one to the closest short man, who waved his hand to block Liu Zhizhong's offer, "Go away, make yourself clear! Why are you slandering us? I've lived for twenty-seven years and never been so wrongfully accused!"

Liu Zhizhong smiled faintly and tried offering cigarettes to the other three, who all rejected him. The tattooed short man then took out his own cigarettes and went around offering them to his friends.

But Liu Zhizhong didn't feel awkward at all. He lit a cigarette for himself, took a couple of puffs, and then said, "My wife knows me; I am an honest man."

Saying so, he also hugged Yue Xing's shoulder.

The hug raised goosebumps all over her body.

Such brazenness, pretending to be drunk just to take advantage of me!

He even had the audacity to say he was an honest man? Playing the fool while drunk!

Yet, Liu Zhizhong, with his arms around her slender shoulders, was feeling very comfortable; it was a different experience. He really wanted to pull her into his embrace and cherish her.

The short tattooed man sneered twice, "You're honest? What does that have to do with insulting us?"

Liu Zhizhong replied, "An honest man speaks the truth, haha... From the very beginning, you guys were targeting my wife."

"Your eyes were glued to her, as if you wished she weren't wearing any clothes."

"I've seen it all and remembered it. You just want to take advantage of my wife, to sleep with her."

"Once we get to the KTV, who knows what might happen? It's so chaotic there these days, I'm not going to take my wife to such a place!"

With these words, he hugged Yue Xing even tighter.

Yue Xing whimpered twice, unable to break free.

Liu Zhizhong's words made her face flush; the scoundrel was too tiresome!

But at this place and time, she had no choice, she was the wife!

Liu Zhizhong's strong arms unexpectedly gave her a sense of safety.

The leading fat tattooed man laughed, "This Zhang Leifeng, you're too honest, aren't you? You think too ill of us, is that good for your wife? You're talking nonsense!"

Liu Zhizhong calmly said, "I'm not talking nonsense, just an honest man's words. From your talk and social behavior, I can tell you're up to no good."

"Just now you lured us in for a meal, saying that you were about to leave. We, as a couple, proposed a toast, and you'd give us the private room and be on your way."

"So, did you leave? You drank another three dozen beers, and ate nine pounds of mutton ribs before calling it quits."

"So don't talk about 'a thousand cups are too few when drinking with friends.' Once you met us, you got a good appetite and continued to eat a lot."

"I know you've lied, you have ill intent. Tell me, is this honest man speaking honestly?"

Hearing this, Yue Xing couldn't help but nod internally.

This damn rascal, truly a stickler for detail!

Upon hearing this, the four men looked at each other, and suddenly burst into sinister laughter.

The streetwise short tattooed man directly blocked the door, crossed his muscular arms over his chest, and sneered, "Since you're going to insult us like that, if we don't actually insult you, then we wouldn't be doing justice to your words as an 'honest man.'"

Yue Xing was truly angry now, rebuking coldly, "Shameless bastards, what do you want to do?"

"Hmph... You're still asking us what we want to do?"

As the short tattooed man spoke, he suddenly pulled a switchblade from his pocket, and with a *swoosh*, the sharp blade sprang out.

Under the light, the blade glinted coldly, about 20 centimeters long, startling Yue Xing.

She couldn't help but stomp on Liu Zhizhong's foot under the table.

This damn rascal has stirred up big trouble...