Chapter 51: You like drinking, right?
Chapter 51: You like drinking, right?
His eyes held ill intent, his face was full of flesh and his teeth smelled of smoke and alcohol.
Wen Jin also stiffened and refused aloofly, "Sorry, no thanks."
The sticky, floral shirt hung on Wen Jinye's body, and his gaze held a hidden malice. "Little sister, don't be ungrateful."
He casually asked the bartender to open a bottle of wine, slammed it down in front of Wen Jinye, and threatened, "Have a drink with your brother, and nothing will happen, understand?"
This man is probably a regular here, and has a certain status and background.
The staff at the bar watched silently, but none of them dared to step forward and stop it.
Behind Wen Jin was a large round table where the men in the floral shirts sat. Several men of similar build sat there, their gold necklaces and rings highlighting their menacing demeanor, and they were glaring menacingly at them.
Wen Jin also pursed her lips, pondering how to escape.
The man in the floral shirt lost his patience. "What's with the high-and-mighty act?"
He took off his mechanical watch and tossed it in front of Wen Jinye with a thud. "I've seen plenty of women like you. You come to places like this just to find your targets, right? You don't want to drink with me because you think I'm broke?"
"Look closely, this watch on the table is enough to buy your life!"
Wen Jin remained silent; the more he got entangled with this kind of person, the more excited he became.
Security patrols are conducted at Huaimi every half hour. Although Wen Jin is unsure of the identity of the man in the floral shirt, those who can enter and leave Huaimi are not people who can be easily offended.
The security team should be more worried than anyone else about customers getting into a conflict.
Judging by the time, it should be almost here.
But then Xiao Yin, who hadn't seen Wen Jin for a long time, came looking for her.
Seeing this, Xiao Yin immediately went on the alarm bells and rushed over like a mother hen protecting her chicks, yelling, "Get out of here with your worthless watch! Do you think everyone's life is as worthless as yours?"
These words undoubtedly enraged the man in the floral shirt. "Are you looking for death?"
Xiao Yin, hands on her hips, hadn't quite grasped the situation of being outnumbered. "Sorry, we need to find work."
"If you want to die, go to the King of Hell; he's in charge of the Book of Life and Death."
broken.
Her impassioned rebuttal completely thwarted Wen Jinye's delaying tactics.
At this moment, the bartender trembled slightly as he handed over the warm water, saying, "Madam, here's your water."
His guarded expression suggested he was afraid that saying even one more word to Wen Jin would provoke the man in the floral shirt to turn on him.
Wen Jin also tugged at Xiao Yin's arm, promptly cutting off her next insult.
This group of people is not to be trifled with.
Wen Jin and Xiao Yin wanted to leave, but they couldn't leave at all.
The floral shirt has been provoked.
"No one has ever been born yet who would dare to talk to me like that." The man in the floral shirt said with a gloomy face. "Your friend is quite ungrateful! Since you like to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, don't blame me for being impolite."
Several burly men at the table behind him also stood up, blocking the way out completely.
Xiao Yin never expected that such a thing could happen in such a luxurious place as Huaimi.
My romanticized view of this place shattered, and my face, already pale from menstrual cramps, looked even paler.
Feeling a bit scared, she approached Wen Jinye and asked, "Jinye-jie, did I act impulsively and end up making things worse for you again?"
"Be confident, and get rid of your doubts."
"Waaaaah, I repent."
“They’re the ones harassing people, what are you repenting for?” Wen Jin also took Xiao Yin’s hand to comfort her, “It’s just that you got dragged into this.”
The friend in the floral shirt, always eager for a good show, handed all the opened bottles of wine on the table to him.
"You like to act all high and mighty, don't you? Drink up! You won't be leaving this room until you finish it!"
He looked at Wen Jinye's face as if he were looking at prey, his smile lewd and blatant, "Aren't you going to drink it and wait for me to feed you?"
After saying that, Wen Jinye's shoulder blades were pressed down, and Xiao Yin was rudely pushed aside.
Seeing the indifferent crowd, Xiao Yin broke down in desperation and shouted, "Isn't anyone going to do anything about this? Where are your security personnel in Huaimi?"
Wen Jinye's chin was pinched by the floral shirt, and red marks were quickly left. Due to the disparity in strength between men and women, Wen Jinye could not break free no matter what she did.
Instead, it made people excited by the struggle.
He licked his lips in a smirk, "How about this, you don't have to drink, you can take your clothes off."
"How about taking off one piece of clothing in exchange for a bottle of wine?"
Wen Jin was also struggling, and in her panic, her arm swept across the wine bottle on the bar counter, and instantly the ear-piercing sound of shattering glass rang out.
The shards of glass that shattered and flew into Wen Jinye's arm cut him, and the blood that seeped out formed a line that fell down.
Wen Jin also slapped the man hard across the face.
Clear fingerprints appeared on the thick skin of the man in the floral shirt. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva resentfully. "Trying to use force, huh?"
"I'll feed you myself!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
A commotion arose from the crowd.
A tall figure flashed by.
Before Wen Jin could even see clearly, the shackles holding her chin were gone, replaced by the scream of the girl in the floral shirt.
By the time Wen Jin realized what was happening and her gaze fixed on him, the floral shirt had already fallen to the ground.
The hand that was gripping her chin was being crushed by a leather shoe.
His friends, too, were trembling like a few quails, too afraid to utter a word.
A group of well-trained security personnel separated the area from the onlookers.
Wen Jin also shifted her gaze upwards, landing on Fu Yanjing's brows and eyes, which were filled with unspoken emotions.
"You like drinking, right?"
The man spoke in a light, casual tone, his hand sweeping across a row of liquor cabinets. "Open all of these for me."
The bartenders behind the counter didn't dare to breathe loudly; judging from their demeanor, this guy in front of them was someone they couldn't afford to mess with.
With deft hands and feet, they cracked open the necks of those expensive wine bottles, releasing a fragrant aroma of alcohol.
One of the security guards tactfully took the bottle and handed it to Fu Yanjing.
The man slowly squatted down, and two more security guards came over and pinned down the man in the floral shirt, making him completely unable to move.
He patted the face of the man in the floral shirt as if he were patting a corpse, then shoved the bottle directly into the man's mouth, the smell of alcohol strong and pungent.
The man in the floral shirt coughed violently, half of the wine spilling uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, while the other half was forced down his throat.
Fu Yanjing's face had regained its usual indifference, and his deep voice sounded like a condescension, "Drink as much as you like."
He casually picked up a bottle and pointed to the dozens of bottles of wine that had been opened on the table. "You have to finish all of these. No one is allowed to leave until they've finished them."
The security personnel nodded solemnly, their faces still showing lingering fear.
This scene was strikingly similar to what happened many years ago, when he threw a whole case of drinks at Tan Donglin in the same manner.
He made his ruthless movements elegant.
It's an inherent nobility.
All the security personnel in Huaimi silently obeyed Fu Yanjing's orders. In addition, the oppressive aura of a superior was too strong, and every move he made revealed an unapproachable and aloof demeanor.
The floral shirt whimpered and begged for mercy.
Fu Yanjing ignored him, simply taking the handkerchief handed to her by a staff member and meticulously and elegantly wiping each of her fingers.
He thought it was dirty to deal with these people.
Finally, it was thrown at the face of the man in the floral shirt, like a shroud covering a dead person.
Wen Jin was somewhat dazed throughout the entire process.
She was still reeling from the fact that Fu Yanjing had somehow ended up here and had even taught the girl in the floral shirt a lesson.
He just stood there, frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized.
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