In the booth, a young man looked at Qin Yang with a playful expression.

On his left and right sides, there were several strong men standing, as well as a few more gentle-looking people.

Maybe he's the manager of this bar.

Chen Dong was lying on the table, covered in blood and looking miserable; Zhou Xinyu, who was crying and wearing makeup, was being held down next to him, trembling.

Wu Zeming sneered: "Miss Zhou, I thought you called some reinforcements when I stepped on the horse, but this is what happened? Alone?"

"Hahaha! Is this bitch's brain not working well? She even called such a skinny monkey!"

"Oh my God, Brother Ming, this guy has no hair at all, I can kill him by myself!"

The men next to him all whistled and burst into laughter.

"Brother Yang..."

Zhou Xinyu's face was bright red, and there were clear slap marks, more than one, all stacked together, and her face was already swollen very high.

At this time, Zhou Xinyu felt extremely regretful.

Because she thought Qin Yang would call someone to come with her, but who would have thought that Qin Yang came alone!

She knew that Qin Yang was good at fighting, but to put it bluntly, how could they, the second generation ancestors, have any boxing skills?

Anyone who has practiced twice can defeat several of them!

But what we are facing now is Wu Zeming, the son of the old director of Yuelong Group, and countless people have had their hands and feet broken by him.

Far from being comparable to their second-generation ancestors who looked tough but were actually useless.

Zhou Xinyu's face turned pale and she was completely desperate.

If I had known this, I shouldn't have listened to Chen Dong and called Brother Yang...

Qin Yang glanced around, and then asked seriously: "Do you still want your feet?"

"..."

The desperate Zhou Xinyu trembled, raised her head and looked at Qin Yang in disbelief.

This... this... Brother Yang, is this crazy?

Can't you see those big muscular men?

Wu Zeming was also stunned, and then he covered his face with laughter and said, "What a boy, you are so arrogant!"

Next to Wu Zeming, a gentle man in his thirties narrowed his eyes: "It's interesting...there are still such stupid young people these days."

Wu Zeming laughed so much that tears came out. He shook his head, waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's stop playing. Let this kid lose his hands and feet and throw him on the street!"

It was so boring. He thought there would be some powerful person, but in the end... this is it?

A big man stood up, his chest muscles were extremely developed, just like those players in a boxing match.

He grinned and said ferociously: "Boy, don't worry, I'm going to punch you fast and hard, I'm sure you'll pass out immediately!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his fist into a fist and punched Qin Yang on the shoulder.

It was exactly as he said, fast and fierce.

Unfortunately, in Qin Yang's opinion, his movements were too slow.

Lin Yanghao once asked him how his medical skills were, and he replied that he only had a superficial knowledge. This was not modesty, but true.

What he is best at is actually boxing and kicking.

Qin Yang turned sideways to dodge the punch, then raised his hand and landed on his arm, pressing it down, and at the same time, he raised his knee.

With a bang, the big man was knocked into a pulp by his knee. Immediately, Qin Yang slapped his chin with a palm, and with a click, his jaw shattered.

A whip kick was swept out, and with a loud noise, the big man flew into the air and hit the sofa with a bang.

The gentle man was stunned for a second, and his expression suddenly changed in the next second!

"Come together!"

Wow!

The other subordinates all rushed towards Qin Yang.

Bang bang bang!

Qin Yang used his fists and feet together, and each figure flew out.
Chapter completed!