Zhou Yang's bizarre move of "friends defaulting on debts" effectively sealed the fate of these mute, burly men.
They were speechless, and desperate roars escaped their throats.
With their faces contorted and red from holding their breath, they looked like a group of wild macaques that had just been captured.
He opened his mouth in vain, but couldn't utter a single word to clear his name.
The surrounding guests, who had been merely watching the spectacle, suddenly changed their expressions after hearing Zhou Yang's "heartbreaking" accusations and seeing the tattooed men threatening people with broken bottles.
Disdain, contempt, and even a hint of schadenfreude, like countless fine steel needles, pierced the already fragile self-esteem of the burly men.
Holy crap! That kid's so damn cunning! He's in deep trouble now!
The man with the buzz cut was internally screaming, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, wishing he could pounce on Zhou Yang and devour him whole.
The security captain frowned even more. He hated drunkards who caused trouble when they were drunk, especially those who wanted to renege on their debts.
He snorted heavily and waved his hand at the burly men in an unfriendly tone.
"Enough with the nonsense! Either pay the bill now, or we'll call the police! Don't think you can renege on your debt just because you're mute! 'Nightfall' has never been afraid of anyone!"
These words were undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The burly men trembled as if struck by lightning.
Report to the police station? Wouldn't that make it even harder to explain why they've inexplicably become mute?
At that point, let alone regaining his voice, he'll probably have to stay in the detention center for several more days, yelling "Ahhh!"
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.
A hint of humiliation and despair flashed in the man's eyes, but he ultimately lowered his head in defeat.
He gritted his teeth, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and with trembling fingers tapped the payment code, gesturing for the security guard to scan it.
A quick-thinking blond thug next to him immediately took out his phone, typed a message, and handed it to the security captain.
"Let's pay the bill! Pay for theirs too!"
The security captain glanced at it, his expression softening slightly, but he was still quite annoyed, and ordered his men to bring the bill.
Soon, the bill was settled, and the cost of Zhou Yang and Xu Yao's drinks was also charged to these unlucky guys.
The hatred in their hearts was more bitter than gall, yet they couldn't utter a single word of curse.
After paying, the burly men, as if grasping at a last straw, disregarded all pretense of dignity. Two of them immediately stepped forward, one on each side, to grab Zhou Yang's arms, gesturing "ah ah woo woo" with their eyes filled with pleading and urgency.
Big brother! Grandpa! Ancestors! Please, please turn us back!
I never want to experience being mute again!
Their only thought now is to get Zhou Yang to break the strange "voice-loss curse" on them as soon as possible.
Otherwise, if they were to remain mute for the rest of their lives, their lives would be completely over!
However, Zhou Yang acted as if nothing had happened, simply shifting his body slightly to avoid their outstretched hands.
He then put his arm around Xu Yao's soft waist, helping her to sit comfortably on the sofa again.
He picked up the half-empty glass of amber-colored liquor on the table and leisurely took a sip.
The cool liquor slid down his throat, and a contented smile appeared on Zhou Yang's face, but his eyes swept over the burly men who were scratching their heads in a hurry.
"What's the rush? I haven't finished my wine yet, and I haven't had enough of the show."
He slowly put down his wine glass, his voice like a devil's whisper: "When I'm ready to leave, I'll naturally let you all return to normal. For now, you'd better figure out how to please me and make my girlfriend happy!"
"If you don't serve my girlfriend well, or can't make her laugh, then you can keep going on and on. It's kind of unique, isn't it?"
You little punk, you think you can mess with him?!
Zhou Yang sneered inwardly; he wanted to let these blind fools know.
There are some people that you can never afford to offend in your entire life.
Upon hearing this, the burly men nearly exploded with rage!
Serving him? And making his girlfriend happy too?
What the hell do they take them for? Human-shaped self-propelled ATMs and punching bags?!
The young man who smashed the bottle earlier was already seething with anger, and now his rage was burning even more intense, his reason once again being consumed by fury.
He suddenly grabbed another intact beer bottle from the table, raised it with a "whoosh," pointing the bottle directly at Zhou Yang, and let out a beast-like roar: "Ah—! Heh heh!"
His eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he wanted to die together with Zhou Yang.
The other burly men also looked fierce, their muscles taut, as if they were about to pounce at any moment.
Zhou Yang didn't even lift his eyelids, but merely tilted his head slightly, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips.
He just watched them quietly, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a few clowns.
That look was more lethal than the previous cold warning; it seemed to pierce through people's hearts and instantly shatter their bravado.
The air seemed to freeze.
A few seconds later, the young man's arm, which was holding the beer bottle, began to tremble slightly under Zhou Yang's calm and unwavering gaze.
Damn it! This kid... how come he's not afraid at all?! Does he have a backup plan?
Fear surged back like a tidal wave, extinguishing the last glimmer of resistance they had just ignited.
"Clang."
The beer bottle was sullenly placed back on the table with a dull thud.
The burly men were completely intimidated.
They realized a harsh reality: their brute force and numerical superiority, which they were so proud of, were utterly ineffective against this seemingly refined young man.
The opponent's unpredictable pressure point techniques were like a Damocles' sword hanging over their heads.
The man with the buzz cut took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation and resentment in his heart. He took out his phone again, tapped on the screen, and then turned the screen towards Zhou Yang.
The message displayed read: "Brother, what exactly do you want us to do? Give me a straight answer!"
Zhou Yang nodded in satisfaction before slowly speaking, as if announcing something trivial.
"It's very simple, see that small stage over there?"
He pointed to the small, brightly lit stage in the center of the bar, "Go up there, dance a little, and liven things up for us!"
"Make my girlfriend laugh, and you'll pass. If she still has a long face, then you can jump up there all night. You can come down whenever she laughs."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yao was slightly taken aback, turned her head to look at Zhou Yang, and a hint of surprise and emotion flashed in her big, watery eyes.
She hadn't expected that Zhou Yang would notice the lingering fear and displeasure in her eyes and, at this moment, use this method to vent his anger for her.
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