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Being called a beast by such a beauty, Qin Fang really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He had made assessments on such topics before, but despite having done nothing wrong, he was accused by the beauty of being a beast. It was really too unjust; at most, he was "worse than a beast" right now.

Qin Fang had just thought about speaking up when a wave of chill crept up his back—a dangerous omen. Although it was exceptionally faint, nothing like the intense sting of a fatal threat, this was not something to be ignored.

Everyone knows that leaving one's back to someone who holds hostility is extremely dangerous. Before you have a chance to react, a minor threat can instantly become lethal.

Halting his movements, Qin Fang turned his head to find that several people had arrived—it was mostly strangers, but among them was Brother Long, someone he knew and had recently slap in the face quite soundly.

Unexpectedly, this guy couldn't step down before, and instead of recognizing his situation, here he came again.

"I say, my friend, this isn't your place. Please leave..."

Qin Fang frowned, aware Brother Long probably held a grudge against him. After all, the face-slapping was so loud, and if other people hadn't been present at the time, he wouldn't be able to step down.

But unexpectedly, this guy didn't know to keep away and was closing in again...

"Kid, don't be so damn arrogant, take a seat to the side... Be honest and you might avoid a beating, otherwise... huh!"

Brother Long didn't speak up, but a burly man positioned himself in a way that completely blocked the path Qin Fang and his friends could take to leave. Another muscular man, covered in tattoos, cracked his knuckles with a loud pop and fiercely yelled at Qin Fang.

"Little lady, refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. It's your lucky day that Brother Long has taken a fancy to you. Serve me well, and there'll be no trouble, otherwise... we brothers wouldn't mind sharing a beauty like you!"

By this time, Brother Long had completely changed his demeanor. Previously, at least, he had maintained the poise of a refined gentleman, seemingly able to use his charm and... that string of Toyota car keys to pick up girls. Unfortunately, the final outcome was—no chance.

And for this, he was scornfully looked down upon by Qin Fang, losing a great deal of face. It was an embarrassment he hadn't suffered for many years.

It seems that Brother Long was a very dominant figure in this bar and even in the nearby area, a quite remarkable character. Just looking at the hulking tough guys around him made it clear.

A bald and portly fatty, a muscular man covered in tattoos, and someone toying with darts and giving unfriendly looks...

These three might as well have had "I'm not a good person" written on their faces, definitely not the benign kind, and naturally, Brother Long couldn't possibly be a good bird either, most likely a wolf in sheep's clothing.

When wearing sheep's skin, he may indeed seem gracious and mannerly, the kind of hunk with politeness and poise. But once the facade is torn off, a fierce face is revealed.

His ability to switch personalities was almost as fast as Qin Fang's transformation Skill.

"Owww..."

Regrettably, Brother Long's arrogant words had been out for less than ten seconds before he suddenly let out a painful howl. His slightly gaunt face quickly turned into a bruised eggplant, a deep shade of purple-blue.

His legs clamped together in an inward-knock-kneed stance, hands hanging low, covering the source of his agony—the most vulnerable part of a man.

He had been too excited just now, and with the stimulation of alcohol, things were already tense below, and the two "eggs" were also in an excited state, seemingly a bit impatient.

In his excitement, he moved closer to Qin Fang and the others. The spot was actually a booth, with a table there and a semi-circular sofa surrounding it.

Qin Fang was sitting to one side, busy mixing drinks, naturally not able to be close to Chu Yunxuan.

Caught in excitement, Brother Long moved toward Chu Yunxuan. Then he saw Chu Yunxuan, seemingly passed out drunk, suddenly open her eyes. In a flash, she lifted her long, slender legs and brutally targeted Brother Long's vulnerable spot with a swift kick.

Qin Fang saw it all, but even he couldn't help but press his legs together, seemingly empathizing with the pain, feeling a chill creeping over his own "eggs."

Recalling the events of the evening, Qin Fang had never shown any improper intentions towards Chu Yunxuan. Otherwise... such a kick might very well have been aimed at him.

Such a fierce kick took everyone by surprise, including Brother Long, who were all instantly dumbfounded; they truly hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

These few people were no strangers to such occurrences, but the scripts never played out like this. Usually, anyone encountering them would act as obedient as a grandson, and maybe a few young and strong ones might dare to shout back, but they would definitely meet with a beating. As for the women... they were often scared stiff.

But when it came to Chu Yunxuan, it was a completely different story; she not only took the initiative to attack but also almost crippled Dragon with just one move.

Brother Long was bent over, hands covering his crotch, his face twisted in agony as if he wanted to spit out some fierce words, but Qin Fang's response was so quick, he didn't plan on giving him the chance. Suddenly standing up from the sofa, he grabbed Brother Long's head and pressed down hard.

How strong was Qin Fang?

Strength+25—able to lift hundreds of pounds with one hand. Using it to press down on someone's head... the result was self-evident.

Bang~~

A muffled sound echoed as Brother Long's head collided directly with the scarcely substantial glass coffee table, causing even the ground to seem to shake a bit.

It was just unfortunate that the music in the bar was too loud, drowning out such a noise; it was only faintly audible, and that too was because Qin Fang exerted a lot of force.

"Brother Long..."

"A Long..."

"Boss..."

Three men, three different names, but the same reaction: all were anxiously looking at Brother Long, who had hit the coffee table, seemingly eager to know his condition.

However, after such a harsh blow, Brother Long had his head cracked open, and blood slowly streamed down his forehead, making his already fierce and terrifying face appear even more so.

Perhaps due to the bleeding and pain, Brother Long didn't pass out—in fact, he was quite conscious at the time, but he looked as pitiful as a chick being held up by Qin Fang's one hand around his neck.

"Wow, you're still awake. Looks like I didn't use enough strength just now..."

Qin Fang, of course, noticed that Brother Long hadn't fainted; his face lit up with a bright smile, as he even had the mood to joke with Brother Long.

The three of Brother Long's underlings were also stunned. Chu Yunxuan being so violent was one thing, after all, being a woman, she had to use such methods to protect herself.

But Qin Fang's violence was beyond Chu Yunxuan's and utterly ruthless—he pressed down on Brother Long's head and smashed it, cracking the nearly two-centimeter-thick glass coffee table. The severity of the blow could be imagined.

Such a guy was not only too much for the frail Brother Long, but even Baldy Fatty, the most resilient among them, felt overwhelmed.

With their boss in Qin Fang's hands, their numerical advantage was useless, and the three became utterly helpless. Usually, they were just the ones following orders to fight while Brother Long was the one giving them. But now with the boss captured by Qin Fang, they really wanted to save him, yet the ruthlessness of Qin Fang's prior actions made even these hardened underlings shudder uncontrollably.

"What's the matter? Chicken?"

Qin Fang tossed Brother Long toward them like throwing away garbage, with a nonchalant attitude, muttering under his breath.

"You..."

Brother Long, now out of commission, though still conscious, found himself speechless. The humiliation was just too much, so he decided to continue playing possum—this way, at least, he could save a bit of face.

Normally Brother Long would be the spokesman, and the other three were just brawn. Even if they really wanted to fight, they were at a loss without Brother Long's orders.

Any man would have considerable rage, and in such a capable place, it was very likely that trouble would ensue. The bodyguards were no exception; they filled with fury at Qin Fang's words, as if they wished they could rip him apart alive.

If looks could have even a minimal attack power, Qin Fang might have already been pulled apart limb from limb.

However, Qin Fang appeared quite calm, as if he didn't notice the three men's glares at all. He just looked at Brother Long, who was pretending to be dead, the expression on his face and the look in his eyes constantly antagonizing Brother Long's sensitive nerves, as if the scene from not long ago had happened once again... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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