Chapter 2063 Cross-Time Romance 7
Si Jin let out a soft sigh, unable to help but feel disgusted: Just what kind of magical dimension is this?
However, in the brief moment of his disgust, Xiao Chen had already stood up straight and firmly gripped Zhou Nan's hand that he had thrown at him: "Enough!!!"
The man's voice was deep and powerful, and this sentence was shouted with righteous indignation, causing the entire banquet hall to fall silent.
Si Jin stopped swirling her wine glass and said, "It's finally coming to an end."
The last time he was this embarrassed was because of the domineering, chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) CEO Yuan.
Sure enough, Xiao Chen's next words were: "Three years! Zhou Nan!"
"I spared your Zhou family for three years because of the childhood betrothal I made. Now I have done all I could. From this day forward, I sever all ties with your Zhou family and there will be no more... cough cough cough!"
Just as he was about to make a crooked mouth gesture, a glass of wine was splashed directly over his head.
Xiao Chen coughed twice, and his vision blurred.
Before he could react, he was kicked in the chest and sent flying ten meters away to the hotel steps.
With a "thud," he landed face-first.
Not only was he covered in blood from being ground up, but due to inertia, he tumbled straight down the two-meter-high steps, landing with his limbs out of position.
That's good. Si Jin walked out of the hotel with everyone and ruthlessly complained in her mind: Not only is his mouth crooked, but his eyes are also slanted, and he can even walk with a limp.
He was inwardly enjoying the madness, but outwardly maintained his usual refined demeanor.
Si Jin continued, "Everyone, watch closely. He was the one who attacked my sister Zhou Nan first."
“He’s a grown man, and he acts strangely every day. I don’t know if he’ll hit someone, so when I kicked him, it was within the scope of self-defense.”
Xiao Chen's mind was buzzing. He tried to open his mouth and refute.
But Si Jin kicked him too hard; he felt like his heart was about to shatter, and even breathing was a problem, let alone making a sound.
Fortunately, someone whispered his opinion: "But, Si Jin, he and Miss Zhou are husband and wife after all. If it's considered domestic violence, it's not so easy to justify..."
“How is it not easy?” Si Jin turned her head to retort, and at the same time, she subtly stepped on Xiao Chen’s left leg with her right foot.
He carefully controlled the sound of bones shattering to a level that could be masked by his voice, and continued, "Violence itself is a crime."
"That certificate, worth no more than ten yuan, should not be used as a fig leaf for such people."
"Don't talk like that when you're not the one suffering. When you're the one who gets beaten up and has nowhere to turn for help, you'll know what pain is."
"Alright, let's call 120." Only after confirming that Xiao Chen's leg was completely broken did Si Jin let go and casually walk towards the hotel.
Without even turning his head, he added, "Xiao Chen still owes my company 13 million. I will appeal. Whoever speaks up for him will help him pay it back."
This statement is undoubtedly more lethal than the previous ones.
Before Si Jin finished speaking, Xiao Chen's side was completely empty.
Even stray dogs would shake their heads in disgust when they saw him, quickly run away, and then laugh at him with their companions.
Xiao Chen lowered his hands, finally mustered up enough strength, took out his phone from his pocket, and immediately dialed his assistant's number.
“Come...come pick me up at Tingyun Hotel.”
After saying that, even the way he lay on the street became confident.
The Zhou family is nothing but a handful; they could be wiped out with a snap of the fingers.
There's also Zhou Sijin.
The man raised his eyes, staring intently at the hotel entrance where Si Jin had disappeared, his teeth grinding together.
He will make this bastard understand the price of humiliating him.
… …
The banquet was still going on when a black, extended Lincoln appeared outside the hotel.
Several henchmen went out and carried the "Dragon King," who couldn't even stand up, into the car.
Looking at his subordinates treating his wounds, Xiao Chen's sense of superiority gradually returned.
He leaned back like an old man for a while, then coughed lightly, beckoned a few people to come closer, and told them his revenge plan.
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