At eleven o'clock in the evening, a commercial vehicle parked at Tiancheng Bar Street.
Afterwards, Huang Sanzhong, Wang Shiyuan and others got out of the car door and wandered into the "Night Bar".
After Ye Fan asked Huang Sanzhong to enter the law enforcement hall, Huang Sanzhong brought Wang Shiyuan in to reduce the pressure.
Wang Shiyuan has always lacked Ye Fan's favor and admired Ye Fan, so she simply gave up her acting career and became a member of the Wu Meng.
They came here tonight to find Aunt Gui for Ye Fan.
As soon as she stepped into the door, Wang Shiyuan looked around and found that the business in the bar was very hot.
There were no empty seats in sight, and exciting music kept playing.
The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the music was turned up to the maximum, almost deafening people's ears, and both men and women were twisting their bodies crazily on the dance floor.
The cool-dressed women happily mingled among the men and used frivolous words to seduce those men who couldn't control themselves.
Drunken life and dreaming of death, nothing more than that.
"The flower in my heart, I want to take you home."
"In that late-night bar, regardless of whether it's true or not, please enjoy yourself and forget about him..."
The explosive music not only excited the audience, but also Huang Sanchong swayed. He smiled at Wang Shiyuan and three of his cronies:
"I've checked it out."
"After Aunt Gui stole the secret recipe, she did not leave Tiancheng. Instead, she had a beauty treatment and then used the money to open this bar."
"I heard that she also became the lover of a Hong Kong businessman, but I don't know who it is. At the same time, she has a close relationship with Han Xiaozhong of the Harbor Group."
"So this bar is not only growing bigger and bigger, it has become one of the few nightclubs in Tiancheng. No one dares to come here to cause trouble."
"By the way, her name is not Aunt Gui now, her English name is Jessica, and her Chinese name is Mei Niang."
Huang Sanzhong told Wang Shiyuan and others the information he had learned: "She comes to patrol almost every night."
Wang Shiyuan looked around and nodded gently: "This nightclub is indeed big enough."
"Let's go, let's go to the wing upstairs. I'll spend 38,000 yuan on the house."
Huang Sanzhong took Wang Shiyuan to the second floor: "After two drinks, I will ask Aunt Gui to come over."
"After thoroughly confirming her identity, I will notify Brother Fan."
Although finding someone is a trivial matter, it concerns Ye Fan and is a big deal for Huang Sanzhong.
Wang Shiyuan glanced at the whole place and found that there were many burly security guards: "Should we call a few more people?"
"The five of us are enough. It's just a small thing to confirm an identity. What's the point of mobilizing troops?"
Huang Sanzhong shook his head without hesitation:
"You and I are not very skilled, but the three of them are very powerful. It's no problem to fight five or six of them each."
"Besides, we are disciples of the Martial Alliance, and this status is equivalent to a talisman."
He disagreed: "If it's not a life-and-death struggle, who dares to touch us?"
Wang Shiyuan nodded without saying anything, and then followed with her three disciples.
Not long after, Wang Shiyuan was sitting in a private room on the second floor. The private room was not large, only fifty square meters, but it was well-furnished.
The soles of the feet are still transparent glass, so you can see the dance floor.
It is definitely a great enjoyment to sit here, sipping wine and watching beautiful women go crazy.
"Five distinguished guests, what would you like to drink?"
Wang Shiyuan and Huang Sanchong had just finished surveying the environment when a bunny girl appeared with her waist twisted and a charming smile.
"I want to drink Zhuangyang, the kind that drinks seven times a night."
Huang Sanzhong looked at the bunny girl's long white legs, puffed out hot air and laughed:
"Do you have any here?"
He also slapped the opponent's waist unceremoniously, showing himself to be a scoundrel.
"Of course."
There was a flash of disgust in the bunny girl's eyes, as if she had seen too many people like Huang Sanzhong, and then she smiled and said:
"How about a bottle of fortified whiskey first?"
She directly bought a bottle of wine worth 100,000 yuan.
"No problem, just the enhanced whiskey."
Huang Sanzhong nodded happily, and then said intentionally or unintentionally:
"By the way, little sister, is your boss Jessica here?"
"I heard that she is so charming that no one in Tiancheng can match her. As a foreigner, I have always wanted to see her, but I have been here several times and haven't seen her."
"I wonder if I can see her tonight?"
While he was talking, he took out a large stack of red banknotes and stuffed them into Bunny Girl's chest one by one.
Soon, it was filled with thousands of dollars.
Wang Shiyuan rolled her eyes at Huang Sanchong, but knowing that he meant it, she kept silent.
"Thank you boss, thank you boss."
The bunny girl's eyes lit up, she took the banknotes and thanked her repeatedly, her smile became charming:
"Our boss is here tonight. You drink first and I'll call her for you."
She filled up the whiskey for Wang Shiyuan and Huang Sanchong, and then ran out of the room with a happy face.
But when she left, she glanced back inadvertently, with a sharp look in her eyes.
This made Wang Shiyuan's heart tremble slightly.
"It's done, we can see Aunt Gui later."
"Tell me, how are we going to deal with her then?"
Huang Sanzhong sat down across from Wang Shiyuan and the others:
"Should we directly knock her out and take her away for confrontation, or should we let her tell the truth here?"
Wang Shiyuan frowned slightly: "I'm afraid things are not that simple."
Huang Sanzhong was stunned: "It's not that simple? What do you mean?"
"In such a big nightclub, there are dozens of security guards. How can the boss just meet the guests when they meet?"
Wang Shiyuan kept a clear head:
"A bottle of wine only costs 100,000 yuan, and it's not a big customer. How can Bunny Girl have the guts to trouble the boss..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish his words, the door was kicked open.
Dozens of burly security guards rushed in like wolves and tigers, instantly filling the entire wing.
Each of them held a baseball bat in their hands.
The leader was a bald man about 1.9 meters tall, with a ferocious face, and a murderous aura flowing through his face.
Huang Sanchong shouted subconsciously: "Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Fuck him!"
The bald man didn't say anything nonsense, and pressed his arms in a coaxing manner.
Dozens of security guards immediately surrounded Huang Sanchong and the others, their baseball bats dripping with chill, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
"boom--"
Wang Shiyuan's pretty face changed, and she suddenly lifted the marble table.
"boom--"
The marble table rolled over and knocked over five or six security guards.
Wang Shiyuan shouted to Huang Sanchong and the others: "Quickly leave!"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, the bald man jumped out and kicked Wang Shiyuan quickly and hard.
Just like a practicing master.
Wang Shiyuan couldn't dodge and fell to the ground with a scream.
"Wang Shiyuan."
Huang Sanchong's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously drew the knife, but someone hit him on the wrist with a stick.
A sharp pain came, and the dagger in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
Before Huang Sanzhong could bend down to pick it up, another stick struck him hard on the thigh, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"Um--"
When Huang Sanzhong groaned, three law enforcement hall disciples and Wang Shiyuan were also besieged.
In a narrow wing, eight against one, Huang Sanzhong and the others had almost no backhand power, so they could only retreat backwards while protecting their vital points.
Huang Sanzhong roared angrily: "What are you doing? What are you doing? We are descendants of the Martial Alliance..."
"You are the Martial Alliance, and I am Truman."
"If you dare to come to Mei Niang's place and plot evil, I won't kill you..."
The bald man was not intimidated by Huang Sanzhong at all, so he called over a dozen security guards and pressed him down.
Huang Sanzhong and the other five resisted bravely, but the space to maneuver was too small and the opponent was outnumbered. They managed to throw a few punches, but were knocked to the ground by the opponent with sticks.
Dizzy.
Dozens of people raised their feet one after another and kicked Huang Sanzhong violently in turn.
Huang Sanzhong and the others were furious. Ever since they met Ye Fan, had they ever suffered such aggrievement or been so embarrassed?
It's just that it's difficult for them to fight back at this moment.
"ah--"
Huang Sanzhong blocked one foot, then suddenly lifted it, knocking a security guard out.
Then he endured the pain in his head, grabbed a coffee table and threw it out.
The next second, five or six security guards were hit by the coffee table and fell to the ground in a panic.
"Whoosh——"
The bald man was also hit by a piece of glass fragments, and there was a trace of blood on his face.
He stretched out his hand and touched it, his face darkened: "Hit me, beat me! Beat me to death."
"boom!"
Huang Sanzhong took advantage of the space created by the coffee table and kicked three burly men over, ignoring the blood on his head.
He also grabbed a chair and waved it repeatedly, sweeping away three or four opponents.
But before he could fight his way out, the bald man flew over and kicked him.
"boom--"
Huang Sanzhong turned sideways to block, and with a loud noise, he staggered back two meters.
During this gap, several baseball bats were thrown at him one after another. Huang Sanzhong barely resisted a few hits, but was hit in the neck with another stick.
Huang Sanzhong almost suffocated as his body swayed.
"boom--"
The bald man sneered and stepped forward, picked up a chair and threw it out, hitting Huang Sanchong hard on the back.
Huang Sanzhong threw himself forward and let go of the mahogany chair.
More than a dozen security guards swarmed me, punching and kicking me.
"We are truly descendants of the Martial Alliance."
Wang Shiyuan's hair was disheveled and she shouted: "You will regret it."
"Snapped--"
The bald man slapped Wang Shiyuan on the face:
"You think I don't know Wu Meng?"
"Mr. Han is here to be our guest, you damn martial arts disciples."
The bald man grinned ferociously and yelled: "Beat me, beat me to death, you stupid thing dares to cause trouble for Mei Niang."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of grinning strong men became even more ruthless. When their feet got tired from kicking, they picked up sticks and stabbed him fiercely.
Wang Shiyuan was also slapped several times, her cheeks were swollen, and her clothes were torn a lot, revealing her looming spring glory, which made people jealous.
Fortunately, the cell phone in her hand was not knocked out.
Several security guards smiled obscenely and tried to pull Wang Shiyuan away.
Huang Sanchong pushed away the three security guards regardless of his own safety and threw himself on Wang Shiyuan to protect him.
"If you don't stop, you will regret it."
This roar was filled with helplessness, resentment, and the helplessness only found in the weak.
Wang Shiyuan took advantage of this opportunity and screamed and dialed Ye Fan...
"regret?"
The bald man smiled ferociously: "I, Chen Xiaobao, have been around for so long, and I have never known what regret is."
After saying that, he picked up a wine bottle and hit Huang Sanchong on the head with a bang.
