The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 292: Trouble Arises

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Trouble Arises

In a private room, a group of people were quietly listening to Wang Xiaoya and Leilei sing.

Neither of them had professional training, but their singing was elegant and almost indistinguishable from that of professional singers.

Su Hongda was captivated, glancing at Wang Xiaoya and then at Zhang Li, thinking there was no comparison at all!

That face, that figure, that gentle temperament.

Tsk, tsk, this was the woman of his dreams!

He took a sip of alcohol, swallowed it down with his saliva, and thought to himself why Xie Xiaoyao hadn’t come back yet.

Suddenly, the door was violently pushed open.

Two female classmates rushed in, gasping for air, and screamed, "It’s terrible, everyone go out and help, Little Yao has been beaten up!"

"What the fuck?"

"Who has such a big nerve!"

"They’ve crossed the line!"

A bunch of people stood up hurriedly, especially Zhang Dongliang, whose hair practically stood on end as he rushed out with the crowd.

Zhang Li and Su Hongda remained seated inside, the latter only sending bodyguards out to check.

Long Fei and his two companions naturally didn’t move. Wang Xiaoya, who was kind-hearted, glanced at Long Fei.

Long Fei gestured for her to sit down, indicating that a woman like Xie Xiaoyao wasn’t worth his effort to help.

Soon after, a fat man was carried in by the bodyguards.

More than a dozen male classmates each took turns kicking him.

Especially Xue Jun, believed himself to be the boss of this group.

He stamped a few times on the fat man’s face, cursing furiously, "Fuck your mother, where do you think you are? Daring to mess with my brother’s woman, are you tired of living?"

Everyone was impressed, especially the female classmates who looked on with admiration, thinking this was what real men were like!

The middle-aged man, bloodied from the beating, had sobered up by now. He pointed at them and said, "You guys are done for, just you wait, you’ll be kneeling and begging me soon!"

"Your mother’s egg!"

Xue Jun kicked him again upon hearing the middle-aged man’s accent.

Xue Jun had no respect for these country bumpkins who thought they could mess around on his turf just because they had some money.

The middle-aged man, dizzy from the beating, writhed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Concerned about unintentionally causing a death, everyone temporarily backed off.

Xie Xiaoyao sat on the sofa in a mess, crying her eyes out. Her face was bruised and swollen, so much so it was almost disfigured.

Zhang Dongliang held her and kept comforting her, pleading with Su Hongda, "Boss, you must seek justice for Little Yao!"

"Don’t worry!"

Su Hongda acted very composed, and personally poured beer over the middle-aged man’s head.

The middle-aged man twitched as the mixture of fresh blood and beer flowed on the ground.

Wang Xiaoya and Leilei instinctively tugged at Long Fei, feeling a bit scared.

Long Fei’s hand trembled. Looking at Leilei’s hand on his, he thought to himself that it might not be appropriate.

Your best friend is right beside you, isn’t it improper to hold her boyfriend’s hand?

And to think about it, Leilei’s hand was quite soft and smooth.

Su Hongda lit a cigarette, snorted coldly at the middle-aged man, and said, "My brother’s woman has been beaten like this by you, so tell me, how are you going to settle this?"

The middle-aged man shifted his gaze, changing his tone, "I’ll pay, I’ll pay money, however much you want."

As soon as Zhang Dongliang heard about money, his eyes lit up. He held up a finger and yelled, "One hundred thousand, no, bring one million. You’ve almost disfigured my wife’s face, you’re not leaving this door without one million!"

He took this chance to make an outrageous demand, especially since Su Hongda was there.

He had some status in the underworld, after all.

Perfect opportunity to hit him with a huge bill.

A group of male and female classmates, filled with envy, thought to themselves why it wasn’t them who got hit just now.

If they could get a million yuan, they would be willing to be beaten to this state.

The middle-aged man happily said, "Okay, one million it is. Let me make a call, and I’ll have someone bring the money over."

Someone reminded, "Isn’t this guy trying to pull a fast one?"

Xue Jun laughed, "What tricks can an outsider like him play? If something goes wrong, I, Xue Jun, will take responsibility!"

The rich second-generation kids with him shouted one after another, "Yeah, can an outsider really turn the sky upside down?"

"Let him call, let’s see what tricks he can pull off."

"..."

Su Hongda glanced at Xue Jun and thought to himself, who the hell are you to always steal the spotlight from me.

In the end, he declared, "Alright, make your call! If you can’t bring the money today, you’re not leaving this place!"

The middle-aged fatso nodded repeatedly and pulled out a black, leather-clad mobile phone from his pocket, quickly dialing a number.

Everyone watched and was surprised; this phone is the well-known brand 8848.

A single phone is worth tens of thousands, used exclusively by successful individuals.

This guy must definitely be a coal boss.

Everyone thought to themselves that if they could get hold of one million yuan later, Zhang Dongliang should share some with everyone!

Some people even began to whisper whether they should refrain from giving Long Fei a share of the benefits.

In just a moment, these three were too inconsiderate, not even saying a word.

Especially Long Fei, the group thought he was a wimp, already too scared to move.

The men had moved to violence just now, yet only he hadn’t.

But Long Fei wasn’t as optimistic as they were, frowning slightly, wondering if he should slip away and not let these idiots get him involved.

At that moment, the door was kicked open with a bang, and a man with a tall and burly build, wearing a black vest, led the way in.

Behind him followed a dozen equally fierce men, wielding clubs and machetes, cursing loudly as they pointed inside, "Fuck your mother, who’s causing trouble here!"

The group’s menacing aura overpowered everyone in the room.

Xue Jun was the first to speak up, calling out to the muscular man, "Hello, I am Xue Jun, I work at the city television station..."

Before he could finish, the muscular man slapped him across the face, sending him flying out.

Xue Jun crashed heavily onto a coffee table, spilling drinks all over the floor with a loud crashing noise.

A few of his teeth were knocked out, blood streaming as he groaned, his head buzzing, unable to hear anything for a long while.

The three rich second-generations quickly helped him up, scolding the muscular man, "Fuck your mother, do you even know who my brother Xue is?"

"You’re done for; I’ll report you guys, my brother Xue’s father is Xue Ming, Fifth Master Xue."

The trio was blustering but inwardly frightened, their legs had turned to jelly in the face of so many intimidating men.

The muscular man and his brothers laughed disdainfully, shouting, "Did you all hear that? Someone dares to act big in front of me; today I’ve really come across a bunch of clowns!"

With a wave of his hand, the muscular men behind him stepped forward.

Without another word, they started to beat Xue Jun and the others mercilessly.

Bang bang bang, a flurry of clubs flying, beating Xue Jun and the others until they were crying out for their parents.

One of them was so scared that he wet his pants, a stench filling the air.

The middle-aged man was helped out of the place, and at this moment, no one dared to intervene.

Zhang Dongliang saw the duck that was almost in his hand fly away, and he kept making meaningful glances at the boss.

Su Hongda had long found Xue Jun annoying, always stealing the limelight before him, and now he deliberately let him learn a lesson.

After the group of muscular men finished beating, he put out his cigarette butt, stood up, and said coldly to the muscular boss, "Young man, don’t go too far. Beating people up in front of Su Hongda, you’re really not giving face, are you?"