Chu Tiantian touched her nose proudly and said with a wicked smile, "So, you think I'm presentable and can fight, so you're in love with me?"
Lei Yanchao smiled but said nothing after hearing this.
The two of them stood back to back to deal with this group of thugs. Si Mochen still kept Xia Zhichu well protected in his arms, while An Yunxiang and Long Ye were fighting one-on-one.
The scene was very chaotic, with all the guests gathered around to watch.
It was not until the men called by Lei Yanchao appeared that all of Long Ye's men were knocked to the ground.
"A guy like this dares to hang out here? Don't you think it's embarrassing for your parents?" Lei Yanchao came to Long Ye, stepped on his back and crushed it hard.
Long Ye was in so much pain that he begged for mercy, "Master Lei, it is my fault that I didn't recognize the real man and offended your friend. Please give me another chance."
Lei Yanchao is the general manager of Mei Bar, so all the important people here know him.
This Mr. Long is a famous gangster leader in Jincheng. He often hangs out in bars. When he saw the special "bodyguard" appear in the bar, he immediately recognized Lei Yanchao's identity.
"Want a chance? Sure, kowtow three times to my friend and call him grandpa three times, then maybe I'll let you go when I'm in a better mood." Lei Yanchao said domineeringly, then raised his foot and kicked Long Ye hard in front of Si Mochen.
"Leader, I'll leave this person to you."
Lei Yanchao clapped his hands and retreated to Chu Tiantian's side.
Si Mochen was trying to calm Xia Zhichu down when he heard Lord Long kowtow to him repeatedly.
"Grandpa, I was wrong."
"Grandpa, I won't dare to do that again."
"Grandpa, please give me a way to live."
"Grandpa" three times, so miserable.
Si Mochen was completely unmoved, but Lei Yanchao was already laughing so hard that his stomach was shaking.
His sharp eyes fell on Long Ye, his brows were tightly furrowed, and the next second he kicked Long Ye hard.
The man, who was already seriously injured, spat out a mouthful of blood.
"roll!"
His icy voice sounded like something fished out of a cold pond.
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