Fu Wenzhou is mildly allergic to alcohol. When Liang Muchuan saw that he still wanted to drink, he gave Gu Bai a look. Gu Bai immediately stood up and, together with Xu Zezhan, lifted Fu Wenzhou up from both sides.
The nightclub downstairs was at its most vibrant, with the dance floor a dazzling display of lights and colors.
As I passed a booth, I suddenly heard a familiar name.
"I heard Song Qingyou and Fu Tingshen divorced? Does that mean we brothers have a chance? Tsk, that figure, that voice, she'll probably scream a lot in bed, haha, I wonder what it's like. But isn't she in poor health? She won't die in bed, will she? Hahaha..."
Before the man could finish uttering his filthy words, he was suddenly sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.
In an instant, the people in the bar screamed and backed away.
"Damn! Did he fly there? So fast!" Xu Zezhan exclaimed in surprise as he looked at his empty hand.
Gu Bai cursed under his breath and tried to step forward to stop him, but Liang Muchuan stopped him: "Let him hit him."
The man's eyes were more sinister and ruthless than those of a ferocious beast. Before the person who had been knocked to the ground could even scream, he was punched again.
The man spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground and stared intently at Fu Wenzhou: "Fu Wenzhou! You dare hit me?"
The other person got up and tried to fight back, but Fu Wenzhou kicked him hard, sending him crashing to the ground again. The kick was so powerful that the man immediately curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.
Those who can appear at night are either rich or powerful; the circle is only so big, and everyone has met before.
Even though the other party was beaten black and blue, Xu Zezhan still recognized them at a glance. He frowned and whispered, "Damn it, it's Zhang Yinan, the spoiled youngest son of the Zhang family, and Zhou Ruan from the Zhou family."
Gu Baicao exclaimed, "Why is it them?"
Even among the wealthy, there are different classes. The Zhou family is alright, but the Zhang family has been in politics for generations. The old man is the only one who can do anything in the capital. He had a son when he was over fifty, and he spoiled him. If he knew that his son had been beaten like this, he would definitely not let the perpetrator off easily.
"Wenzhou, stop hitting him, he..." Gu Bai hadn't finished speaking when Fu Wenzhou punched him again.
He bent down slightly and punched the man who had just spoken hard in the face, then lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled swirling smoke.
Fu Wenzhou's expression was cold and indifferent, his handsome face dark and covered with a layer of frightening frost, as if he were looking at a dead fish.
Zhang Yinan and Zhou Ruan's social circle consists of a group of rich second-generation and third-generation elites, few of whom are capable of running a real business. Therefore, apart from some necessary social occasions, they rarely meet with Fu Wenzhou and his group.
However, within Zhang Yinan and Zhou Ruan's circle, Zhang Yinan is the one in a higher position.
He was used to being in charge and relied on his father's power. No one dared to disobey him to his face, let alone be beaten.
Zhang Yinan's eyes widened, his gaze filled with a desire to tear Fu Wenzhou to shreds. The old man had always told him not to provoke Fu Wenzhou, but he refused to believe it: "Damn it! Song Qingyou is just a divorced woman, Fu Tingshen has already ruined her, and only you treat her like a treasure!"
Zhou Ruan had just been kicked hard and was lying motionless on the ground, but her mouth was still open: "You, surnamed Fu, do you know who Yi Nan's father is? You dare to hit us? You believe I'll make sure you can't stay in Beijing!"
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were filled with coldness. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, then suddenly smiled. Before Zhou Ruan could react, the cigarette butt burned his lips. Zhou Ruan screamed in pain, and the people around him looked terrified.
Zhang Yinan was also frightened. He looked at Fu Wenzhou in horror and said, "You're a madman!"
Fu Wenzhou stood up and kicked Zhang Yinan hard in the groin, a scream echoing throughout the bar.
A chilling, bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You like listening to women moan in bed? I'll make sure you never get an erection again."
It was a farce, and no one dared to utter a sound.
"Crazy." Liang Muchuan finally frowned. "Gu Bai, call an ambulance."
Gu Bai was stunned. Upon hearing this, he quickly dialed the emergency number.
Tonight, the capital is destined to be anything but peaceful.
Zhou Ruan and Zhang Yinan were taken to the hospital. Upon hearing the news, the two families' grandfathers rushed to the hospital. Zhou Ruan was in good condition, suffering only minor injuries. Zhang Yinan was not so lucky; his genitals were severely damaged and could not be fully recovered by surgery, so they had to be removed.
When Mr. Zhang heard the news, he fainted on the spot.
The first thing he did upon waking up was to have Fu Wenzhou brought to him.
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Zhang Song, leaning on his cane, stood with his back to Fu Wenzhou, his whole body trembling.
Zhang Song enjoyed a very high reputation in the capital. Although he had long since retired from his position, none of the younger generation dared to disrespect him.
Now that someone has harmed his most beloved son right under his nose, he is determined to get revenge no matter what!
"Do you have anything to explain?"
As a highly respected elder, even at this moment, he still tried his best to control his emotions.
Fu Wenzhou lifted his eyelids, his eyes filled with cold indifference: "Your son disrespected my people, so I'm just teaching him a lesson on your behalf."
"Ha!" Zhang Song almost laughed in anger: "Your person? Song Qingyou just divorced your uncle and she's already your person? I'll raise my son myself, I don't need your help, Mr. Fu!"
Fu Wenzhou said calmly, "Even if she hadn't divorced Fu Tingshen, she would still be mine."
Zhang Song slammed his cane on the ground, making a heavy thud: "Absurd!"
Fu Wenzhou used all his patience on Song Qingyou, leaving very little for others: "Is there anything else? If not, I'll be leaving."
This time, Zhang Song laughed out loud in genuine anger: "You think you can just walk away after beating my son to a pulp? Young man, arrogance and conceit are not a good thing."
Fu Wenzhou's patience ran out, and he turned and left.
He only came because of the old man's past friendship with Master Fu. As for the fact that he crippled his son tonight, Fu Wenzhou didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He even felt that he should cripple Zhou Ruan as well.
"Yan Shaoqin recently submitted an approval document concerning the Hesheng Building."
Fu Wenzhou suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around to look at Zhang Song, his eyes dark and gloomy.
Zhang Song said calmly, "Whether this document is approved or not depends on what you do."
After a long pause, Fu Wenzhou smiled politely and asked, "Does the old man intend to abuse his power for personal gain?"
Zhang Song sneered: "If there's a problem with the document, the approval process will naturally be rejected."
Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyelashes slightly and slowly closed the door.
The bodyguard, who had been hiding in the shadows, slowly emerged and respectfully greeted Zhang Song, "Master."
"Don't kill him," Zhang Song ordered coldly.
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