Translator Zhang was shocked when his vision was suddenly obscured by blood.
At this time, he didn't care that the suit he was wearing was valuable, and he quickly wiped it with his sleeves: "Ah, what, what's going on?"
Neither Chen Siqing, Liang Feifei nor Tian Xiujun looked at Translator Zhang, but looked at Tang Peng.
It turned out that when Translator Zhang was talking just now, Tang Peng, who had been silent, suddenly swung his wine glass and splashed the red wine in his face.
By the time Translator Zhang could see things again, Tang Peng had already raised the empty cup and stretched it out in front of Chen Siring, with a proud look on his face.
"You, are you going to--"
Chen Siqing looked at Tang Peng a little stupidly, wondering what his action meant.
But Liang Feifei understood it first, grabbed the Lafite and stuffed it into her hand, whispering: "Pour the wine, pour him the wine quickly - Siqing, Tang Peng is going to stand up for you."
"ah."
Chen Siqing suddenly realized this and quickly poured half a glass of wine for Tang Peng.
While pouring the wine, Chen Siqing whispered in a worried tone: "Mr. Tang, will this, will this affect you?"
Tang Peng smiled slightly, and that smile was like a hundred flowers in full bloom. From then on, it was deeply engraved in Chen Siqing's heart. She was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable feeling arose spontaneously.
Taking a sip from the wine glass, Tang Peng said lightly: "Chen Siqing, you are too polite. I invited you to drink with Liang Feifei. We are friends now. Since someone wants to bully my friend Tang,
Then we have to see if he has the qualifications."
Wow, this is a man!
After listening to Tang Pengyun say these words calmly, Liang Feifei's eyes suddenly had a few little stars.
Let’s not mention Chen Siqing and Chen Siqing who were impressed by Tang Peng’s style, let’s talk about Zhang Translator.
After Zhang Translator had red wine thrown on his face, it would have been better if he didn't wipe it off, but after rubbing it, he turned into a big painted face. He looked as funny as he wanted, and some of the onlookers started laughing.
Turning his head and glaring at those who were laughing at him, Zhang Translator could no longer care about his upbringing. He glared at Tang Peng and cursed: "You're numb to the guy next door, what the hell are you -"
Snapped!
As soon as Translator Zhang cursed, Tang Peng moved his right hand, and the goblet filled with red wine hit him hard on the forehead: glass shards flew everywhere, and the aroma of red wine overflowed!
Translator Zhang covered his forehead, swayed twice, and squatted on the ground with a thud.
After knocking down Translator Zhang with a glass of wine, Tang Peng stood up and waved to the waiter in the distance: "Pay the bill."
The waiter who was calling the manager quickly ran over. Before the price was quoted, Tang Peng took out a gold card: "Password six to eight, go and swipe it yourself."
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment." The waiter nodded, turned around and ran away with the gold card.
"Both of you, come with me. This place is boring."
Tang Peng said lightly, picked up his coat from the chair next to him, and walked towards the bar calmly.
"oh."
Liang Feifei agreed, took Chen Siring's hand, and walked around Zhang Translator who was sitting on the ground feeling dizzy. Just as he was about to follow Tang Peng, Tian Xiujun took a step across and stood in front of them.
Tian Xiujun didn't take it to heart at all when Zhang Translator was knocked down. What he cared about was Chen Siqing: It's okay if you don't go drinking with me, but you have to pay for my clothes no matter what, right? Want to leave? How can such a good thing happen!
Liang Feifei pulled Chen Siqing behind him and yelled without confidence: "What are you going to do!?"
"What?"
Tian Xiujun smiled and pointed at his suit: "Do you want to leave before this matter is finished?"
"me--"
Liang Feifei was speechless and looked at Tang Peng subconsciously.
Tang Peng turned around and looked at Tian Xiujun with a frown: "Your clothes cost seven thousand US dollars?"
Tian Xiujun nodded: "It's land, seven thousand US dollars, just a lot more land!"
"Well, take off these clothes now, I'll buy them for you with seven thousand dollars."
Tang Peng raised his left hand gracefully, and the waiter who had finished swiping his card respectfully placed the card in his hand.
Tian Xiujun was stunned: "What, you want to buy my clothes?"
Tang Peng's eyes were filled with impatience: "You just said that Chen Siqing soiled your clothes, so you want her to pay you 7,000 US dollars? Although your clothes are only about 3,000 US dollars at most, you and her want 7,000 US dollars.
It's an act of blackmail, but you islanders have always been so shameless and love to take advantage. I really don't need to talk to you about this little money. But then again, since I gave you seven thousand US dollars, then you
You have to take off your clothes. As for whether I use your clothes to wear for dogs or pigs, that is my question."
Although Tang Peng's tone was very calm when he said these words, even a fool could hear the sarcasm in his words.
Immediately, the spectators around burst into laughter, and someone even shouted loudly: "Brother, that's good! In fact, if you use his clothes to wear for a dog, the dog may not like to wear it!"
"idiot!"
Tian Xiujun's face turned red, as if he had been smeared with pig's blood. With a sharp scream, he rushed to Tang Peng and reached out to grab his collar: "You are dead!"
"Get your stolen hands off!"
Tang Peng twisted his body, and with a low voice, he grabbed Tian Xiujun's wrist with his right hand, jerked it upwards, and kicked his left knee hard with his right foot!
With a pop, Tian Xiujun knelt on the ground with his back to Tang Peng. When he raised his head and was about to curse, one foot stepped on the back of his neck. With a little force, he was trampled to the ground.
"You stinky devil, if this had been left in the 1940s, I would kill you today!"
Tang Peng bent down, whispered to Tian Xiujun, and let go of his hand.
"Where's the manager? Where's the bar manager!?"
Tian Xiujun stood up from the ground and looked at Tang Peng with horror and resentment in his eyes, but he did not dare to say anything to him. He just shouted loudly: "I want to file a serious complaint with the Chinese authorities through the embassy of the island country in China. You
Someone in the bar dares to threaten international friends, where is the manager, where is the manager!"
"Ah, everyone give in, everyone give in!"
A middle-aged man in a black suit squeezed in from the crowd: "What's going on? I'm the bar manager!"
Tian Xiujun's face was ferocious, and he stepped in front of the bar manager: "I want to sue, I want to sue your bar for not being able to provide us foreigners with the necessary safety protection!"
The waiter also hurriedly came to the manager and whispered: "Manager Meng, it's like this..."
After listening to the waiter's narration and looking at Translator Zhang and the hysterical Tian Xiujun sitting on the floor, Manager Meng also felt a headache.
However, he did not take this matter seriously. After all, the background of Kunlun Bar was not something that a foreign devil could shake. However, he had to handle the matter appropriately, otherwise it might cause international disputes.
"This, are you Mr. Tang?"
Manager Meng looked at Tang Peng, bent down slightly and said with a smile: "I'm very sorry, look at this -"
Tang Peng glanced at Tian Xiujun, and then said to Manager Meng: "It's okay. Whether this matter is reported to the police or private, I will follow the bar's opinion on how to handle it."
Manager Meng quickly thanked him.
Tang Peng changed the topic: "However, first of all, I have to make it clear that I was forced to defend myself after he first scolded me and then attacked me. I think many people present can testify to this.
"
Before Tang Peng finished speaking, the onlookers shouted loudly: "Yes, we have all seen it. Not only does this little devil want to take advantage of other girls, but he also wants to curse and beat them!"
Tian Xiujun looked at the onlookers fiercely, and moved his mouth several times, but did not dare to say anything, because he saw several young people had already grabbed the wine bottles——
Tian Xiujun is still very clear and knows that the Chinese people have always hated the island countries. They don't care how the island countries helped China build a socialist country in the first place - just remember the war of aggression against China in the last century. Except for Zhang Translator who understands the righteousness
Except for the people, everyone is eager to ride to Tokyo.
"Okay, okay, then please wait a moment."
Manager Meng nodded, winked at a waiter, and signaled him to call the police immediately, and said politely: "Mr. Tang, you two ladies, please sit down for a while - go and serve the fruit plates and wine to the guests. It's our turn."
A little thought from Kunlun Bar.”
Manager Meng must be part of a group of angry young people. He only entertained Tang Peng and the other three, but ignored Tian Xiujun.
The island guest was very angry about this, but just when everyone thought he was going to bring up his "international friend theory" to suppress others, Tian Xiujun snorted coldly, pushed away the people in front of him, and walked quickly to
That's the way to the bar door.
After seeing his master running away without saying a word, Zhang Translator, who was sitting on the ground, was stunned for a moment before quickly getting up and running over with his head lowered.
"Damn it, a guy without eggs just ran away like this? How boring!"
Seeing Tian Xiujun and Zhang Translator running away one after another, the onlookers were a little disappointed.
Liang Feifei was overjoyed. Although Tang Peng stood up for them, they didn't want you to make a big deal out of this matter. After all, they were still students at school and the impact would not be good.
Chen Siqing also breathed a sigh of relief. When she looked at Tang Peng gratefully, she saw that like the onlookers, he also had obvious disappointment and unwillingness in his eyes.
It seems that if Tang Peng wasn't worried about so many people around him, he might have chased him out.
Now that Tian Xiujun and the two have left, there is no need for Manager Meng to let the police intervene in this matter. Just when he was about to say a few polite words to Tang Peng and go about his own business, the crowd separated.
A young man, who was dressed very tastefully, walked slowly in front of them.
As this young man appeared, Chen Siqing felt Liang Feifei hold her hand tightly, and then heard her whisper in surprise: "Ah, the eldest Nanshan among the four young men in Jinghua!"
Young Master Nanshan, is this Yi Nanshan, the young master of Kunlun Bar?
Chen Siqing's heart moved, and her beautiful eyes looked at the young man.