Chapter 478 I Like Rough (Part 1) (1/2)

As he walked in wearing a floral shirt, his men followed closely behind. There were eight of them altogether, each with a menacing look on their face, exuding an air of ruthless ruffianism.

“It’s that smoker. He said I was worse at fighting than him and wanted to settle things with his fists.” Gao Yu glanced at Ye Junlang, saying it in a flat tone.

Hua Chenyi narrowed his eyes, fixing Ye Junlang with a piercing gaze. He opened his mouth and let out a sinister smile, saying, "It's you, isn't it? You look quite human, I'll give you that. But you don't have the three heads and six arms everyone talks about. You've really disappointed me."

Phew!

Ye Junlang exhaled a plume of smoke and looked at Gao Yu, saying, "You only called these people? Are there others? If so, I'll wait."

Before Gao Yu could reply, Hua Chenyi was already furious.

What does this kid mean?

Look down on people?

The implication is that he thinks the people I brought aren't enough?

"Boy, you sure have a way with words. I'll be seeing how sharp your tongue is later."

The floral shirt radiated a chilling aura. With a wave of his hand, the men around him swarmed towards Ye Junlang.

In the private room, Fu Tao and others had already stood up and walked over to Gao Yu's side. Liu Qingyao and Ou Yangfei on Ye Junlang's side were still motionless.

Seeing so many people, Liu Qingyao's face couldn't help but become a little nervous. A trace of guilt arose in her heart. She originally just wanted to let Ye Junlang come over and pick her up, so that Gao Yu wouldn't find an excuse to send her back. She was naturally very clear about Gao Yu's ulterior motives towards her.

But she didn't expect things to escalate like this. If this ended up affecting Ye Junlang, she would be truly uneasy.

Ou Yang Fei's face didn't show any fear, but rather some anger. She said, "Gao Yu, what do you mean? Calling people over to beat someone up? I didn't realize you were still so domineering.

"Don't come any closer, if you dare to touch me, I'll call the police." Liu Qingyao gritted her teeth and said.

Ye Junlang chuckled softly, patting Liu Qingyao's shoulder to reassure her. Then, in a gentle voice, he said, "Don't worry, it's fine. The next scene will be a bit bloody. Just close your eyes for a while, and then open them again."

"Saying that, Ye Junlang looked at Ou Yang Fei and also said, 'You are the same too.'"

"I'm not afraid at all." Ou Yang Fei opened her mouth, she looked at Ye Junlang suspiciously and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, don't you want to fight these people?"

Ye Junlang shrugged and said with a helpless expression, "Miss Fei, this is something I can't decide. Look, they've all surrounded me. What else can we do besides fighting?"

As he spoke, Ye Junlang had already begun to walk forward.

A glint of menace flashed in the eyes of a thug. He suddenly grabbed an empty bottle of liquor from the table, swung his arm, and smashed it towards Ye Junlang's head.

Ye Junlang didn't even glance, his right hand seeming ordinary as it extended forward. The other party's wrist was like it had been willingly offered into the palm of his outstretched five fingers.

Ye Junlang tightened his grip, the man's outstretched arm frozen mid-swing. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, straining with every ounce of strength he had, but still couldn't break free from the ironclad grip of those five fingers.

Ye Junlang suddenly snatched the empty wine bottle from Mazai's hand and let out a sharp, piercing whistle—

Bang!

Ye Junlang snatched the empty wine bottle and smashed it hard on the face of this little thug, who was left with a bloody head wound.

This kid was swaying and fell onto the sofa.

The rest of the guys were stunned. Someone shouted and they all rushed forward!

Chapter 478 I Like Rough (1) (2/2)

Then these followers rushed towards Ye Junlang like moths to a flame.

Some brandished their fists, while others brazenly drew knives and plunged them into Ye Junlang's back. These thugs had more or less some experience in hand-to-hand combat. When they moved, they were swift and decisive, striking ruthlessly without any hesitation.

But then a strange phenomenon occurred—

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Those thugs who rushed towards the Ye Jun wave flew out one after another, in an orderly and well-coordinated manner, heading straight for the entrance of the private room.

The boys who flew out either had their faces smashed, broke their arms, or at least had several ribs broken inside their chests. They all cried and wailed in pain.

Finally, the seven thugs, including the unlucky guy who had been knocked unconscious by Ye Junlang's bottle earlier, were subjected to a second round of abuse. They were thrown out of the private room and piled up at the entrance, effectively blocking the doorway.

Ye Junlang walked straight ahead from beginning to end. When all the men flew out and piled up like Arhats at the entrance of the private room, he happened to reach the face of the man in the floral shirt.

His mother was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. Her mouth hung open, her eyes bulged out of their sockets, and she just stood there in complete disbelief.

Is my old man dreaming at this late hour?

I've never seen such a sudden and utterly unreasonable outburst of violence!

He knew very well that his men weren't the kind of show-off fighters who relied on empty boasts. They were hardened thugs who thrived in the face of danger, but they seemed like fragile paper dolls before this man, utterly helpless.

When Ye Junlang walked closer, Hua Chenyi only then belatedly came to his senses. Facing Ye Junlang's icy gaze, he knew there was no room for maneuver left. With a gritted teeth and unleashing his ferocity, he swung his fist at Ye Junlang.

Ye Junlang reached out forward and unleashed his Dragon Shadow Grasp, seizing Hua Chenyi's fisting arm. Then, with a tug and a lift, he dislocated the shoulder blade of that arm.

Bang!

Before the embroidered shirt could make another move, Ye Junlang's left fist already slammed into his face.

Nasal bridge collapse, torn mouth corner, face full of blood.

When the floral shirt tilted his head back, Ye Junlang reached out and clamped his throat, pulling hard and smashing the floral shirt's body, along with his head, against the glass tabletop in the private room.

With a bang, the floral shirt was immediately splashed with blood, his head split open, and his whole body trembled. His eyes revealed a deep fear.

“Well, I don't have three heads and six arms to disappoint you. Luckily, when it comes to beating you up, I didn't disappoint you, otherwise, I would be disappointed in myself.”

Ye Junlang stared at the bloodied, ferocious face of the man in the flowery shirt and said in a gentle tone.

"Do you know who I am? I am—"

At this point, the floral shirt seems quite aggressive. It looks like he's about to bring out his backup.

Ye Junlang narrowed his eyes, lifted Hu Chenyi's head, and then slammed it hard against the glass tea table, abruptly cutting off Hu Chenyi's unfinished words.

The good thing is that the glass noodle's thickness and hardness are sufficient, otherwise, it would have to be broken.

Liu Qingyao was dumbfounded, for a long time she couldn't recover. She had already prepared to call the police, she never dreamed that Ye Junlang would be so powerful, blinking an eye just now those arrogant thugs were all howling in pain.

At this moment, she finally understood why Ye Junlang had asked her to close her eyes first. What just happened was indeed bloody enough.

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