"Go and find out who the new face is."

The one-eyed man asked: "What did you do to the third child?"

Wang Jun was too lazy to answer with words. He slightly bent his legs and gathered strength for half a second.

Click~click~

The sound of the floor tiles cracking slightly was masked by the loud music.

To capture the thief first, capture the king... Wang Jun leaned forward and rushed in front of the one-eyed man, grabbed the mechanical arm and twisted it in the opposite direction.

The one-eyed man struggled, and his center of gravity drifted up unconsciously.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Jun stepped between the opponent's hips with his left leg and suddenly threw him over his shoulder.

Bang!!!

The ground shook violently, and the drinks placed on the surrounding glass tables shook and fell over. Dozens of bottles of beer spilled out, gathering at Wang Jun's feet.

Wang Jun stepped on the one-eyed man and kicked his five accomplices with his left and right kicks.

The young man in the white suit whistled, stood up and applauded.

"It's neat and tidy, little brother is so skilled."

Wang Jun showed no emotion or anger on his face and suddenly said:

"These six people wanted to deal with you, and there were three others standing guard outside, but I took care of them all."

The man in the white suit looked stunned for a moment, then returned to normal, "Interesting, is this your certificate of surrender?"

Wang Jun shook his head, "No, I have no intention of helping others, but I just happened to have some trouble tonight. Now that I have helped you solve a small problem, I hope you can also do me a small favor."

"It sounds reasonable," the young master took off his silver-rimmed glasses, hung them on the lining pocket of his suit, and teased, "But what if I say no?"

Wang Jun stopped talking, turned around on the spot, and walked away.

However, on the path Wang Jun was walking, a handsome young man with green hair was leaning against the wall, playing with his nail clippers, exuding an aura that was incomparable to other people.

Beside the bar aisle, the regulars shy away in fear. In such a crowded environment, a blank space with a diameter of 3 meters was left.

The young master sneered and said, "Friend, it seems you are really in a hurry."

Wang Jun was noncommittal and nodded slightly.

"It doesn't seem peaceful tonight. Is there anything new happening in District 5?"

The young master murmured to himself and threw out a bottle of red wine very suddenly.

The wine bottle passed through the air, and he said: "Dry this bottle of wine, and I will help you."

Wang Jun raised his left arm lightly and accurately grasped the red wine bottle.

The wine bottle is printed with gold-plated fonts, the most eye-catching words of which read:

“Rosa Winery, a fine product.”

Below, smaller text reads: "Produced in February, 1999."

Wang Jun came close to his nose and took a sniff. The rich and mellow aroma of the wine was mixed with fruity and woody aromas, forming a wonderful movement that made people salivate involuntarily.

"Good wine, but I can't drink it." Wang Jun threw back the bottle.

The man in the white suit was stunned again, not even looking at the expensive bottle of wine.

Snap!

The wine bottle fell to the ground and shattered, and the sweet and sweet wine, which was as red as blood, flowed across it.

"My surname is Zhao. Ever since I grew up, I have never taken back anything I gave away. You are the first one who dares to refuse me."

The young master stepped out of the luxurious booth, and the crowd automatically formed a wide avenue.

He stood at one end of the road and said to Wang Jun at the other end:

"Friend, aren't you afraid of causing another trouble for yourself tonight?"

There is only one Zhao family in City No. 36, and everyone named Zhao is a descendant of the Zhao family.

This is a plutocrat comparable to the Lin family. Unlike the Lin family, which has its roots in multiple cities, the Zhao family shifted its entire family focus to City No. 36 more than 20 years ago.

After years of development, the Zhao family has become the local emperor of City No. 36.

People often say: In City No. 36, you can offend committee members, but you cannot offend a child named Zhao.

Fragments of memory flashed through his mind, but Wang Jun did the opposite.

"Let's be honest, I didn't like you the first time I saw you."

"What a coincidence, so am I. After all, there are basically no people in this world who are pleasing to my eyes or who are pleasing to my eyes."

Mr. Zhao spread his hands and didn't take it seriously.

Wang Jun continued: "But I can see that you are one of the most capable people in the bar."

"One?" Mr. Zhao's voice rose several times.

Wang Jun raised his hand and pointed at the green-haired young man, "Within ten steps, he is more dangerous than you."

"Oh, you said I can fight," Mr. Zhao relaxed, his face full of indifference, "This has never been my strong point, Zhao Changqing."

When he said this, he suddenly raised his left arm and stretched it out.

On his wrist, a luxurious watch dyed with gold and silver was exposed. Zhao Changqing lowered his head and glanced at the time and reminded:

"Friend, you seem to be in a hurry, but if you want me to help you, you should let me know your name, right?"

"Zhang San." Wang Jun replied casually.

Zhao Changqing's mouth twitched and his eyelids twitched, "Friend, there must be a limit to lying!"

"Even if you are perfunctory with me, at least you have to spend half a second to think about it."

"What is the most basic respect between people?"

Wang Jun remained unmoved and continued to show his poker face.

"Tonight, my name will be Zhang San. Wait until tomorrow morning. Since you are a member of the Zhao family, you will definitely know who I am."

In ten minutes, I will know who you are... Zhao Changqing grinned and pointed at the green-haired young man with his trembling index finger.

"Zhixuan, do you think this guy is interesting?"

The handsome young man with green hair, whose full name is Zhao Zhixuan, spoke with a lazy tone: "It's not bad."

"You think it's okay," Zhao Changqing rubbed his chin with his thumb, and waved his hand: "Then you can take this friend away and do him a small favor."

Why... Zhao Zhixuan opened his mouth slightly, his eyes were blurred, and he was dull for two seconds, and then said: "Okay."

"Thank you for your hard work, cousin."

Zhao Changqing thanked him, put on his silver-rimmed glasses again, and smiled politely.

"Zhang San, I hope you can survive tonight."

"Next time I ask you to play, don't refuse."
Chapter completed!