"It's nothing, nothing... I'm at a bar, it's just a bit noisy."
"Drink less alcohol, you're getting old."
"hey-hey……"
...
As the dial tone sounded after the call ended, Ning Zheyuan put his phone away, stroked his chin, and muttered, "Strange... Was there a race at that racetrack tonight? Oh well, it's not important."
"When our young master goes to play on our own property, does he need to ask anyone else for permission? Even if there's a competition, he has to make way for our young master!"
Ning Zheyuan snorted and was about to make a phone call to give instructions.
Suddenly, an empty wine bottle flew through the air and hurtled towards Ning Zheyuan.
He reacted quickly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and gracefully turned his head to dodge the bottle.
"court death."
Ning Zheyuan sneered and quickly rushed towards the person who threw the bottle.
His movements were fluid and smooth.
From dodging the bottle to rushing into the man's face, the whole sequence of actions was continuous.
His speed is so fast that ordinary people can't even see it.
The person who threw the bottle did the same.
Ning Zheyuan threw an uppercut; although he was no longer young, the speed of this punch was no slower than when he was young.
Bang!
A heavy, muffled thud.
The man's eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. He let out a roar, but still fell backward unwillingly.
With a thud.
He lay down on the ground, becoming one of the many people lying there haphazardly, like sacks.
The strange sounds Xia Che heard on his phone were actually Ning Zheyuan's punches.
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