Zhou Yan sneered and licked the blood droplet from the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
He crossed his arms, his tone flippant, carrying an undisguised provocation—
"What am I doing? Young Master An, I'm just having some time to relax with my sister-in-law, what's it to you? Get lost! Coward!"
Ning Bing'an's face instantly darkened, and without hesitation, he threw a punch at Zhou Yan's face.
The punch was fast and hard, catching Zhou Yan off guard. He took the hit squarely, and blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Yan chuckled, pressed his tongue against the cracked corner of his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
The next second, without warning, he lunged forward and delivered a powerful punch straight to Ning Bing'an's abdomen!
Ning Bing'an groaned, his body staggering backward a few steps uncontrollably, almost falling over.
He clutched his stomach, his face instantly turning ashen.
Zhou Yan cracked his knuckles, his eyes fierce yet mocking: "Tsk, it seems like Young Master An's skills have never been that great."
Ning Yuan stood aside with her arms crossed, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips while coldly observing the scene.
She even waved to the security guards who had tried to intervene and break up the fight, saying, "It's okay, don't worry about them. Let them fight. They're all drunk. A fight will clear their heads."
The security guards looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Fighting can actually sharpen your mind? What kind of logic is that?
But they dared not go against Ning Yuan's wishes.
After all, she was dressed in a luxurious manner, and I had just vaguely heard someone call her "Miss Ning," so she must be the owner of the business.
Ning Bing'an took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain in his abdomen, his eyes gradually turning sharp and angry.
Zhou Yan sneered and pounced on him like a tiger.
At first, Ning Bing'an was quite restrained, only defending and not attacking, trying to neutralize Zhou Yan's offensive. Every move he made carried the Taoist principle of using minimal force to deflect a great weight.
However, Zhou Yan's moves were wide and sweeping, following the style of Western boxing and jujitsu. Every punch and kick was filled with ruthless killing intent, each move deadly and merciless.
After several rounds, Ning Bing'an gradually began to feel the strain.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.
Zhou Yan's attacks were as dense as a storm, forcing him to go all out and no longer hold back.
Zhou Yan noticed Ning Bing'an's predicament, and his smile grew even more contemptuous: "What's wrong, Young Master An? You can't hold on anymore?"
Ning Bing'an's eyes sharpened, and he disregarded all gentlemanly conduct, no longer holding back.
He turned his body to avoid Zhou Yan's straight punch, and at the same time, he pointed his fingers like a knife and slashed fiercely at Zhou Yan's neck.
Zhou Yan reacted extremely quickly, dodging the attack with a sidestep.
But Ning Bing'an's attacks did not stop. He moved like the wind and struck like lightning. A series of attacks unfolded like flowing water, each move ruthless and merciless.
Caught off guard, Zhou Yan was struck in the chest by Ning Bing'an's palm, letting out a muffled groan and taking a few steps back.
His eyes darkened, a hint of ruthlessness flashing across them: "Well done, Young Master An, you look frail, but you're quite ruthless!"
Ning Bing'an's face was gloomy, and he remained silent, only adjusting his breathing.
However, Zhou Yan then seemed to suddenly gain supernatural insight, always able to predict Ning Bing'an's attacks.
His vicious punches always appeared from unexpected angles, making them impossible for Ning Bing'an to defend against.
With a muffled thud, Ning Bing'an was knocked back.
It turned out that Zhou Yan dodged Ning Bing'an's spinning kick with a sliding step, and then landed a hook punch squarely on Ning Bing'an's chin.
Before Ning Bing'an could regain his balance, Zhou Yan's fierce fists rained down like raindrops, each punch landing squarely on the skin without any mercy.
Ning Bing'an was struggling to defend himself and became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He realized that Zhou Yan seemed to be able to see through his every move.
Why? How could this brute who only knows Western boxing...?
"Bang!" Zhou Yan delivered a powerful whip kick, striking Ning Bing'an hard in the waist.
Ning Bing'an let out a muffled cry as his body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.
He struggled to get up, but felt completely powerless.
"ah--!"
A scream suddenly rang out, breaking the tense atmosphere.
It turned out to be a female guest who had come out for some fresh air and happened to witness this scene, which terrified her.
Zhou Yan stopped attacking after hearing the scream.
Looking down at Ning Bing'an, who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state, his mood improved somewhat. He then turned to look at Ning Yuan, who was standing to the side.
However, Ning Yuan didn't even glance at him. She went straight to Ning Bing'an's side, helped him up, and carefully wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
Are you alright?
Zhou Yan's face instantly darkened, and a surge of anger rose within him: "Sister-in-law, you have terrible taste! What kind of spineless coward did you find? He can't even beat me, how can he be your man?"
His tone was sarcastic, like a child who couldn't get candy.
Ning Yuan then looked up at him, her eyes cold and mocking: "Zhou Sir, my ex-husband was your brother, but he's dead. What business is it of yours who I find?"
Zhou Yan choked for a moment, then laughed angrily: "Ning Yuan, what do you mean? Do you really intend to marry this spineless coward with my Zhou family bloodline?"
Ning Bing'an endured the pain and coldly warned, "Zhou Yan, you'd better show some respect."
Zhou Yan scoffed dismissively, "Respect? Who do you think you are, to deserve my respect?"
"Ignore this lunatic!" Ning Yuan ignored Zhou Yan and helped Ning Bing'an into the car that had come to pick them up.
She slammed the car door shut with a cold "bang" right in front of Zhou Yan, making his eardrums ring.
Even more outrageous, Ning Yuan reached out from the half-lowered car window and gestured towards him—
She raised her middle finger, which seemed completely out of place with her elegant attire.
"Get lost! You idiot!"
Ning Yuan's crisp voice, accompanied by car exhaust fumes, mercilessly struck Zhou Yan's face.
Zhou Yan was furious. He felt like there was a fire burning in his chest, making his internal organs ache.
He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the roadside tree with a loud bang. The trunk, as thick as a bowl, swayed and leaves fell to the ground.
"Damn it, Ning Yuan, you blind woman!"
Inside the car.
Ning Yuan watched as Ning Bing'an clutched his waist, his face as pale as paper, his handsome face bruised and swollen, and fine beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
That bastard Zhou Yan, he really went all out!
They say you shouldn't hit someone in the face, but he clearly did it on purpose to slap Ning Bing'an in the face.
What a stupid and childish thing! It's like something a child who hasn't grown up!
She frowned slightly and asked softly, "Brother Bing'an, should I take you to the hospital? You look... badly injured."
Ning Bing'an shook his head, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "No need, these limousines all have first-aid kits, just bring them over for me to treat it quickly. It would be better to bother Daddy with such a minor injury."
Ning Yuan nodded, then pulled a first-aid kit from under the car seat. When she opened it, a smell of disinfectant filled the air.
She skillfully took out iodine, cotton swabs, and ointment, dipped a cotton swab in iodine, and gently wiped the wounds on Ning Bing'an's face.
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