260: Chapter 260 Didn’t You See Their Over 200 People?
(First Update) 260: Chapter 260 Didn’t You See Their Over 200 People?
(First Update) “Fuck off!”
A group of people burst into a mix of laughter and tears!
However, just at that moment, an angry roar erupted from the corridor.
“Motherfucker, who’s howling?!”
Several young men, with extremely gloomy expressions on their faces.
Just moments ago, the girls they had brought over ran away.
Ran over here to listen to someone else sing!
Fucking hell, those were the girls they brought in, planning to heat things up before taking them to a hotel room.
But the cooked duck was about to fly away?
Especially seeing the massive crowd in the corridor, their eyes were already blazing with intense rage.
Who the hell is singing?
Motherfucker, can’t you sing with the door closed?
Your granddad, putting on such airs, I’ll show you airs in a bit.
The members of Face-Slapping Crew instantly turned their heads, their gazes filled with a sharp killing intent.
“Fucking retard, who the hell are you?
Shit, what’s it to you that our Brother Fan is singing?
Fuck off if you don’t have any business, mind your attitude or get ready for a beating,” a nearly two-meter-tall guy roared at them.
Zhen Shuai was shocked.
Fuck, someone dares to curse at him?
Motherfucker, has it only been a few days since he last visited the Royal KTV, and now someone dares to rebel?
“You there, come out!” the green-haired youth beside Zhen Shuai pointed at him and said.
Make way, make way!” Zhang Fan, having heard the commotion outside, immediately squeezed his way out.
“Wow, so handsome, are you the one who just sang Exaggeration?” a girl exclaimed.
Zhen Shuai, looking at the pure and innocent girl, felt choked up.
Fucking hell, that was the girl he brought to go to a hotel with, and now she’s calling someone else handsome?
Claiming someone else is handsome right in front of him, Zhen Shuai?
Motherfucker, isn’t that a slap to his own name?
Zhen Shuai got angry and immediately pointed at Zhang Fan, “You there, come out.”
Zhang Fan, looking at the girl who was a head shorter than himself, also raised the corner of his mouth.
Double ponytails, rosy cheeks, white dress; though her chest was a little small, her dumbfounded look was incredibly kawaii.
“Hey, kid, I’m talking to you, motherfucker, did you hear me?” Zhen Shuai’s eyes were already emitting a killing aura, this kid was actually eyeing his chick?
“Handsome guy, beat him to death, motherfucker.
Let him know whose turf the Royal KTV is,” one of the green-haired guys next to Zhen Shuai said.
“Daring to covet our sister-in-law, unforgivable,” the other two also joined in.
The members of Face-Slapping Crew got angry.
Fuck, talking about killing our Brother Fan right in front of us?
Hey, damn, this is defiance!
“Who are you guys talking about?” Several guys stared at Zhen Shuai and his group with a chilling look, their voices dropping low, their fists clenched and cracking.
“Heh, a bunch of rubes, what’s it to you, fuck off, I’m looking for that guy,” the green-haired guy next to Zhen Shuai pointed at Zhang Fan and said.
“******** A torrent of curses erupted, and immediately, more than ten people charged out, clenching their fists and greeting the faces of Zhen Shuai’s group.
“Daring to point at our Brother Fan, I’ll show you who the fuck points!”
“Motherfucker, actually thinking we’re fake fans, if we don’t start hitting now, I’m not a Wang.”
“Hey, brother, that’s not right, you just said your last name is Jin,” one person turned and asked.
“Fuck, bastards, dare to hit us, do you know who we are?” Green Hair covered his face and roared furiously.
“Handsome guy, call for backup, let’s kill them,” someone yelled.
“Fuck, don’t hit my face, or you’re all dead,” Zhen Shuai yelled, covering his face.
“Go to hell, I’m gonna hit your face, come bite me,” someone yelled, swinging a fist directly at Zhen Shuai’s face.
Still think you’re a handsome guy, huh?
With a face like a pockmarked Mars surface, you dare to call yourself handsome?
“Hey, hey, hey, stop fighting, you guys, don’t always cause trouble,” Zhang Fan said, glancing over, but he showed no intention of stopping them.
Fucking retard, if you’re not at KTV to sing, are you here to get a room?
Must be fucking sick!
“Shit, shit, shit, Yuan Fatty, you asshole, come quick, I’ve been hit, goddamn it, help!” Zhen Shuai finally couldn’t help but cry for help.
He could feel that his face had become deformed.
Yuan Dalong, who had been lying on a chair doing the accounts, suddenly stood up.
Holy fuck, can it be?
Someone dared to start a fight in Royal KTV?
Goddamn, this is a disaster.
“Security, come quick, everybody get over here,” Yuan Dalong said frantically.
Zhen Shuai was the boss’s relative, for God’s sake.
If he got beat up in his own place, Yuan Dalong would definitely be punished.
Soon, Yuan Dalong arrived with more than twenty security guards.
Zhen,” Yuan Dalong said, turning green as he saw the beaten Zhen Shuai.
Fuck, he really got hit.
Immediately, Yuan Dalong’s expression darkened as he pointed at the ten-odd people who had attacked and yelled, “Kill them.”
A group of security guards, wielding clubs, charged over aggressively, raising their hands to strike.
“Shit, dare to touch my brothers.”
Zhang Fan got angry too.
He pulled back his arms, pushed through the crowd, and instantly rushed out.
With a flying kick, he flung the first approaching guard out of the way.
“Shit, it’s really this kid, motherfucker!” Yuan Dalong’s face was so dark it looked like it could drip water.
But soon, he remembered the two hundred-plus people Zhang Fan had brought along.
Holy shit, this guy really came to cause trouble.
Thinking of that dense crowd, Yuan Dalong’s scalp went numb.
He ran over, grabbed Zhen Shuai, and started to flee.
Zhen Shuai was in burning pain all over his body.
When he saw Yuan Dalong’s fat face, he raised his hand and slapped it.
“Motherfucker, didn’t you see I was getting hit?
Go kill them,” Zhen Shuai roared.
Yuan Dalong was dumbfounded.
I’m trying to save you out of the goodness of my heart, and you fucking hit me?
And the face, no less?
Fuck, in more than ten years as a manager, since when had someone hit him in the face?
Immediately, Yuan Dalong let go of Zhen Shuai, and a savage light flickered in his eyes.
“Right, right, right, Mr.
Zhen, they are just over ten people.
Let’s go over and kill him.
Beat him to death,” Yuan Dalong said, pointing at Zhang Fan.
Zhen Shuai turned around and charged straight toward Zhang Fan.
“You bastard, dare to hit me?
If I don’t show you why the flowers are so red today, I’m not the Handsome Guy,” Zhen Shuai leaped up, raised his leg, and kicked at Zhang Fan.
You’re too damn ugly for that,” Zhang Fan said, looking at that pitted face, almost throwing up his breakfast.
Can’t people have a little decency, even a little would do!
“Fan, let me handle this!” A person rushed out, performed a Tiger Pounce, and despite facing Zhen Shuai’s kick with indifference, he caught the kick to his chest, but he also managed to grab Zhen Shuai.
Zhen Shuai was thrown backward through the air!
Zhen Shuai was slammed to the ground.
He made a zero-distance contact with the earth!
A sly smile crept over Yuan Dalong’s lips.
Idiot, didn’t you see their two hundred-plus people?