My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!
Chapter 413 - 413 413 Showing Off Fails and Getting Slapped in the Face!

413: Chapter 413: Showing Off Fails and Getting Slapped in the Face!

413: Chapter 413: Showing Off Fails and Getting Slapped in the Face!

“Fuck!

You actually dare to look down on me?”

Yun took out a credit card from his wallet and tossed it to the waiter.

“Go pay the bill, the password is six three times, eight three times!”

After the waiter left and the door had just closed, Yun signaled with his eyes.

Four of his followers acted together, quickly opening all four bottles of Moutai.

At the same time, he opened his mobile banking app and showed Wu Jie his bank balance.

Over 2.6 million!

“See that?

Start drinking!”

With a bang, Yun slammed down his phone, kicked a chair aside, and sat down in a commanding pose.

With a Chunghwa cigarette in his mouth, he watched Wu Jie with a hoodlum’s grin.

“What’s the daze for?

Scared of dying?”

“Don’t worry, if you can’t go on, my brothers here can call an ambulance for you.

But forget about taking the money!”

Wu Jie simply smiled faintly, walked over to the table, picked up a bottle and started drinking straight from it.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Wu Jie.

One bottle!

Two bottles!

By the time Wu Jie was onto the third bottle, everyone was collectively dumbstruck.

“Hold on!”

Yun suddenly shouted and stood up, moved close to Wu Jie, and sniffed at the bottle.

It was indeed real liquor!

“You…

keep going!

Keep going!”

The moment the words fell, Wu Jie neatly finished off the third bottle.

By the time he was on the last bottle, Yun was completely flabbergasted.

Both his eyeballs were nearly bulging out.

“Hisss…

not bad!

Genuine Moutai!”

Wu Jie upturned the bottle to show it was empty, not a drop left.

With a thud, he put the bottle on the table and picked up Yun’s phone.

With a cold smile, he entered the orphanage’s account number.

“Take it!

Enter the password!”

Wu Jie handed the phone back to an utterly bewildered Yun.

“I…

I’m going to wait a bit longer!

What if you puke!”

Yun swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Wu Jie.

Inside the private room, it fell deadly silent.

So silent, it seemed you could hear Dean Zhang’s snoring.

After a while, Wu Jie showed no reaction whatsoever.

But Yun had broken out in a cold sweat.

“Fuck!

I’ve seriously seen a ghost today!”

At that moment, one of the followers suddenly shouted, “Hey, you’re not immune to alcohol, are you?

That’s why you can drink like this!”

“Enter the password!”

Wu Jie ignored him, his smile teasing as he kept his eyes fixed on Yun.

“I…”

Yun was getting anxious.

2.6 million!

How could you just hand out money like that?

It fucking hurt!

“What are you hesitating for?

Wasn’t it what you said earlier?” Wu Jie swept his cold gaze around: “We’re all society brothers here.

If you’re in the society, you ought to follow some rules and reasoning, right?

If you can’t keep your word, what do you think you’re doing?”

Yun gritted his teeth and frowned, shooting a look at his followers.

They instantly understood, quickly moving in.

Seeing this, Yun immediately turned hostile and roared:

“Transfer my ass!

I…”

He didn’t finish his sentence when—bang!

Yun froze instantly, and his followers didn’t dare rush over.

Because in the moment he spoke, Wu Jie’s left hand swiftly pushed, pinning Yun down.

At the same time, his right hand swung a bottle up and smashed its bottom.

He held the broken but sharp edge of the bottle against Yun’s carotid artery.

The moves were smooth and flowing.

Anyone could tell he was experienced in the streets, no stranger to brawls and fights!

“I always prefer to convince people with reason, but that doesn’t mean I’m easy to bully!”

“What’s with the daze?

Enter the password and transfer the money!”

“Weren’t your words as solid as a nail?

You talk big but can’t keep promises, why the fuck are you even in the society?”

Wu Jie glanced coldly, noticing someone inching closer.

“Everybody fucking stand still!”

“What are you up to?

Want to see your boss bleed out nicely after his carotid artery is pierced?”

As soon as he finished, a half-scared-to-death Yun shouted sternly:

“Fucking move!

All of you, fucking move back!”

After shouting, Yun then put on a sycophantic smile, saying:

“Brother, be careful with your hand!

Please don’t pierce my neck!”

“I’m transferring now, I keep my word, no going back!”

Wu Jie said nothing, just watched with an indifferent cold gaze.

After entering the amount and password, and confirming the verification code, the transfer was made.

“Brother!

You see…

I’ve already transferred the money, you can let me go now, right?”

Wu Jie hummed and called out toward the bathroom: “Come on out!”

After a few seconds, Lin Yuan walked out of the bathroom, trembling.

He pulled out his car keys and tossed them to Lin Yuan, ordering:

“The car is parked outside the gate, hurry up and take Dean Zhang away!”

Lin Yuan was still stunned and didn’t react, but Yun and his guys were a bit dumbfounded.

Fuck!

Mercedes car keys!

Shit!

This little bastard is quite rich, huh!

However, no one dared to make a sound.

Seeing the scene before him, Wu Jie holding Yun hostage, his henchmen nearly surrounding Wu Jie, Lin Yuan’s heart was in his throat.

“Shouldn’t I…

call the police instead?”

“No need!” Wu Jie laughed, “Take Dean Zhang and go first, I still want to have a few more drinks with them!”

Drink more?

Yun really felt his legs go weak.

Five and a half bottles of baijiu down, even if it were mineral water, wouldn’t he need to pee by now?

This kid’s kidneys, they’re too fucking strong!

At this moment, the waiter with the credit card and the bill came back, and was startled as he entered the room.

Wu Jie motioned with his hand, smiling:

“Young man, you’re right on time, take the money bag on the table, and help my girlfriend carry someone downstairs!”

“But…

I don’t have a driver’s license,” Lin Yuan said helplessly.

“Then wait for me in the car!”

Wu Jie’s gaze was stern, his tone resolute.

Lin Yuan didn’t know what Wu Jie was up to, but he obediently complied.

Together with the waiter, they struggled to help Dean Zhang up and wobbled out of the private room.

The door to the private room closed again.

Yun, frightened, was sweating bullets; drops rolled down, dampening the bottle in Wu Jie’s hand.

The uneven bottom of the bottle, with its sharp jagged edge, was pointed right at his carotid artery.

A few millimeters forward, and it could pierce his skin.

“Brother!

You…

can you let go of me now?”

Yun asked with a mournful face.

Wu Jie chuckled and said, “Look at how scared you are, you actually managed to become a boss?

Don’t tell me you guys pick whoever’s fattest to be the boss?

If that’s the case, you might as well pick a pig as the boss, wouldn’t that be even better?”

Letting go, Wu Jie slammed the bottle on the table with a bang.

Frightened, Yun immediately fled to one side.

His speed was incredible, in no way resembling a nearly two-hundred-pound fat man, darting out like a rabbit.

And as he fled, the others immediately swarmed in.

“Bastards!

Beat him to death!

Beat the shit out of him for me!!”

A few steps later, Yun stood in the distance, wiping sweat and screaming, the very image of a buffoon.

And facing the onslaught of nine ‘tough guys’, Wu Jie didn’t hold back.

All guns blazing!

Heavy Punch, furious kicks!

Leg kicks, Knee Strike!

Accompanied by the crack of bones and agonizing wails, the nine good-for-nothings were quickly knocked down.

These guys, besides their big and burly bodies, had no real fighting skills.

Bare-chested tattoos, thick gold chains…

This trashy thug look could intimidate old folks, kids, and the honest, but who else could it fool?

Each one tall and stout, but each with a beer belly bigger than the last.

Acting tough and wild, each one more fierce than the last.

But when it came to fighting…

Clumsy, slow, no technique at all, all fucking flailing!

Wu Jie was not at all satisfied; it was more comfortable competing with Kong Heng in Liuli City.

Fuck!

Seeing his brothers getting thrashed, Yun turned to run away.

But his large frame was indeed a burden.

Wu Jie kicked a chair flying, which hit Yun hard in the lower back from behind.

With a thwack, Yun crashed, falling face-first to the ground.

Hooking a chair with his foot, Wu Jie nonchalantly took a seat.

Snap!

Lighting a cigarette, he rested his foot on the hulking figure tattooed with ‘Hu’ character, looking around coolly.

Breathing out a ring of smoke, Wu Jie beckoned to Yun as he got up,

“Don’t run!

Scared of going broke?

Call for a few more bottles of Moutai!

I haven’t had my fill yet!”

Yun turned around with a mournful face, forcing a pained, awkward smile,

“That hurts, bro!”

“Can you let your little brother off the hook?”

Wu Jie’s lips curled slightly as he smiled and replied,

“Sure!

Two bottles of Moutai for each, whoever finishes can leave!”

Two bottles?

Fuck me!

If they drink that, will they even have lives left to walk away?

Even if they don’t die of alcohol poisoning, they’d surely end up completely wasted.

“Bro!

You’re my real brother!”

“I was wrong, I’ve been blind as a dog, I…”

Before Yun could finish, Wu Jie raised his hand, holding up three fingers:

“If you keep rambling, you’ll drink three bottles!!”