When Lin Qiming saw this scene, his face turned pale with fright, and the drunkenness he had just had disappeared.
"Let's go."
Yang Tian was not interested in seeing their internal conflicts, so he turned around and left with Lin Qiming.
"Mr. Yang, are you leaving now?"
Song Laosan looked at Fatty Jiu meaningfully.
"stop!"
The fat man stood up staggeringly while holding on to the table, staring at Yang Tian with resentful eyes: "You can't leave!"
"You have already lost."
Yang Tian looked at him indifferently, his patience was about to run out.
"I didn't lose! I can't lose!"
The drunken fat man scratched his neck and shouted.
"What you drank just now was fake wine! What I drank was real wine! You cheated! This game doesn't count!"
The drunken fat man shouted loudly.
"Ah."
Yang Tian was happy.
He came in alone, and everything here was prepared by people from the club.
Now you say he cheated and drank fake wine?
"You can't leave! We are having a competition!"
The fat man glanced at Song Laosan and saw that he didn't stop him, so he bravely continued: "Otherwise, you won't be able to leave."
"oh."
Yang Tian nodded.
Turn around and walk towards the drunken fat man.
"What do you want to do?"
The fat man looked at his expressionless face, feeling a sense of fear in his heart, and took a step back in fear.
"I'm telling you, this is Mr. Song's place, don't try to play any tricks."
The drunken fat man said with courage.
‘Bang!’
Yang Tian frowned and kicked the fat man to the ground.
He raised his foot and stepped on his chest, strangled his neck with one hand, picked up the unknown liquid that he had mixed together, and poured it into his mouth.
"Since you want to drink it so much, I will grant it to you."
Yang Tian said, the strength in his hands did not decrease.
The drunkard struggled desperately, but Yang Tian's hand holding his throat remained motionless like an iron plier.
In order to avoid being blocked by the wine and suffocating his trachea, the fat man could only weakly swallow the wine that was brought to his mouth.
"enough."
Song Laosan frowned.
The bodyguard behind him immediately rushed towards Yang Tian and hit Yang Tian on the shoulder.
Without even raising his eyelids, Yang Tian calmly poured the last drop of wine from the ashtray into the fat man's mouth, then stood up and threw the ashtray towards the bodyguard.
"court death!"
The bodyguard looked at the oncoming ashtray with cold eyes.
Hit him with an ashtray?
This is simply a humiliation to him!
However......
When he raised his hand to knock the ashtray away, there was a clear sound of bone breaking in his wrist.
He cried out in pain, but before he could make a sound, the ashtray broke the bones of his hand and hit the bodyguard in the abdomen.
A fishy-sweet smell surged up instantly, and the bodyguard groaned, flew out, and hit the wall hard.
"Mr. Yang is very skilled."
Song Laosan's eyes flashed with surprise.
An ashtray can kill him as a bodyguard, if not...
He really wanted to take Yang Tian as his own and keep him by his side as a bodyguard or something.
It's a pity that I have offended someone who cannot be offended. Even if I have great ability, I still have to stay here today.
"Pity."
Song Laosan shook his head and waved to the bodyguard who was still watching.
