How could he not know whether the wine was fake or not? This is wine stored in the wine cellar of a big boss, only for distinguished guests. How could it be fake?
But he couldn't afford to offend this old lady; if she said it was fake, then it was fake.
"Is changing it all it takes?" Xia Hanyue stared at Awen: "I spit in your face and then say sorry, I mistook you for someone else, is that appropriate?"
"No, that's not appropriate." Brother Wen looked miserable, bowing repeatedly in apology: "I'm sorry, Miss Xia, it was my oversight. Would you like to beat me up to vent your anger?"
Xia Hanyue stared at Awen, then pointed to the ground: "Kneel down."
Awen frowned; he felt insulted.
He was, after all, a member of the Chen family, and highly valued by Old Master Chen; otherwise, he wouldn't have been assigned to manage this private club.
He usually gets along well in the industry, and people generally give him some face. Why would he kneel down on his own turf?
“Miss Xia, this is inappropriate.” Awen forced a smile: “I’ll shine your shoes to apologize, but I’m here representing the Chen family.”
"If I really kneel down, where will the Chen family's reputation be?"
"What face does the Chen family have?" Xia Hanyue sneered, "I'll give you one more chance, kneel down."
Awen felt uneasy under Xia Hanyue's gaze, and behind him, another cold gaze swept over him.
He knew this was a death stare from the eldest daughter of the Chen family. If he didn't handle this matter well today and displeased the eldest daughter, his status in the Chen family would plummet.
He couldn't afford to offend the person in front of him, but the person behind him was his boss, whom he also couldn't afford to offend.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Miss Xia, if you're here for fun, I welcome you. But if you're here to cause trouble, then I'm afraid I can't let it go."
"You're right, I'm here today to cause trouble." Xia Hanyue leaned closer to Awen and grinned.
Ye Xingchen swept out a kick, hitting Awen squarely in the knee.
Ah Wen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
As soon as he knelt down, Chen Roujin, who was being led around like a dog by several men, immediately darkened her expression.
Awen's expression changed drastically. His face twisted as he stared at Xia Hanyue: "Fuck your mother."
As soon as he uttered those words, Ye Xingchen stepped forward and pressed down hard on his shoulder.
With a whoosh, the force penetrated his body, and a tremendous force was instantly poured into his knee.
Crack! His knee broke, revealing the white bone, and two cracks appeared on the floor where he was kneeling.
"Ah..." Awen looked at Ye Xingchen in disbelief, his legs instantly losing all feeling.
He screamed hysterically, knelt on the ground, and trembled violently.
His legs were completely useless. Everyone in the club gasped. The bone fragments were exposed. How painful must it be?
"A dog from the Chen family dares to curse like that?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly: "Let your master come out. If you don't give us an explanation for this today, I'll set your club on fire."
"Well, so you've come looking for trouble with the Chen family." Chen Roujin sneered, loosened her grip on the reins, and looked at Awen, who was trembling on the ground. Her expression turned fierce: "How do you want to live or die?"
"Little girl, your dad is Chen Zhengyi, right? When your dad was kneeling in front of me singing 'Conquer,' you were still wearing open-crotch pants." Xia Hanyue said with a smile, "I won't make things difficult for you today, but you can't solve this problem either. Let your dad come out and see me."
Chen Roujin was a few years younger, and she stared at Xia Hanyue: "Where did you come from, you wild woman? This is Chen family territory, not a place for you to run wild."
"Then I'm really going to act wildly here today, what can you do about it?" Xia Hanyue stared at her.
"If you dare to cause trouble here, then I dare to send people to teach you a lesson. Men, come here." Chen Roujin waved her hand, and immediately dozens of burly men came out from the side, cleared the area, and then surrounded the scene completely.
"It's the same old routine again, so boring." Ye Xingchen shook his head.
"You'll soon find out whether it's interesting or not." Chen Roujin smiled slightly. Although she was young, her eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness and viciousness, making her no pushover.
She took out a whip, pointed it at Xia Hanyue, and said, "Strip this woman naked, hang her up, and let's see if she's still so stubborn after I whip her."
"Yes, Miss." A tall and burly thug bowed, stepped forward, and waved his hand.
Five or six burly men stepped forward to attack, but Ye Xingchen taught them a lesson with a slap.
With a whoosh, a group of people were sent flying by Ye Xingchen's palm strike. He casually brushed the dust off his clothes and said to Chen Roujin with a smile, "Your brother is Chen Hao, right? How's his injury?"
Xia Hanyue sat down to the side, opened another bottle of wine, poured herself a drink, and looked like she was watching a good show.
She's already stirred things up; now it's up to Ye Xingchen to put on a show.
Chen Roujin's gaze became increasingly shrewd. Just then, a Persian cat ran to her feet and rubbed against them affectionately.
This is her cat, which she has had for five or six years. She bent down, picked up the cat, and stroked it in her hands.
“This is interesting. Our Chen family has been too low-key all these years, to the point that even dogs and cats dare to rub against me.” Chen Roujin stroked the cat in her hand, her tone gentle.
The Persian cat lay in her arms, looking completely content.
She continued, "But a beast is still a beast in the end."
The moment Chen Roujin finished speaking, the smile on her face vanished, replaced by endless ruthlessness. Suddenly, she grabbed the Persian cat with both hands, grabbed its head, and twisted it violently...
With a snap, the Persian cat let out a miserable howl and fell straight to the ground. Chen Roujin had actually twisted off the head of the cat she had raised for five or six years.
"Take care of these two and send them to the dog farm in the western suburbs to feed the dogs." Chen Roujin said calmly, her expression as if she were looking at two dead men.
"Go..." The thugs came to their senses, pulled out batons from their pockets, swung them around, and ran towards Ye Xingchen.
"I'm not good at fighting." Xia Hanyue smiled slightly at Ye Xingchen: "It's up to you."
"Okay." Ye Xingchen nodded, then his figure flashed and swept past, disappearing into the crowd like a blur.
His body was filled with surging true energy, making it impossible for the thugs to get close. Accompanied by roars like dragon's cries, screams of agony echoed wherever he went.
Five minutes later, the battle was over. Dozens of thugs lay sprawled on the ground, all in pain, injured in the hands and feet, and unable to fight.
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