The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 468 - 0468: Insufficient Quantity

Chapter 468: Chapter 0468: Insufficient Quantity

Lin Yingying didn’t pay him any attention, turned her head, and pointed inside the booth, signaling to the foreigner, "I have a boyfriend now; why don’t you go find someone else?"

The foreigner glanced inside and laughed arrogantly, "It’s just a drink, I’m sure your boyfriend won’t mind. If he does, I assure you, I have a way to make him not mind."

Lin Yingying raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself that she had encountered a persistent suitor.

She glanced inside where two guys were playing drinking games with a group of "princesses," completely oblivious to her.

The booth was semi-enclosed so one could see inside from the outside.

A sly smile curled on her lips, and with a hint of mischief in her eyes, she looked up to the foreigner and said, "Fine, then go in and reason with my boyfriend. If he agrees, I’ll have a drink with you!"

"OK!"

The foreigner snapped his fingers, likely used to "reasoning" with people here, and walked in without a second thought.

As he came in, Chu Feng and Long Fei both looked up.

The "princesses" also frowned, thinking the foreigner was a friend of theirs.

Chu Feng asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The foreigner said, "Which one of you is the boyfriend of the pretty lady outside? I’d like to buy her a drink, you don’t have any objections, do you?"

"What the fuck!"

Chu Feng smiled, shook his head, lit a cigarette, and took a drag, leaning back.

He hadn’t expected anyone to dare hit on their girl.

The foreigner reached into his pocket, took out a stack of banknotes, and threw it on the table, "Ten thousand US dollars, how about that?"

The surrounding "princesses" covered their mouths, thinking Lin Yingying’s price was too steep, weren’t they?

They could make at most a thousand in tips for drinking with someone.

This guy, offering ten thousand US dollars just like that.

A bevy of envious women all lifted their bodies towards the foreigner, showing off their cleavage, thinking this guy had no taste.

Long Fei picked up one of the banknotes, lit it, and then pulled out a cigarette to light it with the flame.

It was a classic move of Brother Runfa’s that Long Fei had always wanted to try, he just never had a US dollar bill in his pocket.

Now that he finally had the right prop, it felt different indeed.

The foreigner furrowed his brow and curled the corner of his mouth, "So you mean you’re not willing?"

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "This amount of money isn’t significant enough, take out something that weighs a bit more."

"Good, you have more guts than other Huaxia people!"

The foreigner flashed a severe look of malice, lifted his foot, and stomped on the coffee table.

A glass tabletop, a solid wood coffee table.

With a fierce shake, it collapsed in the middle with a snap, breaking into two halves.

Liquor spilled everywhere, leaving the floor foamy.

The "princesses" shrieked in fright, all jumped up, and scurried to hide behind.

Lin Yingying watched from outside, delighted, thinking this would teach them a lesson for being naughty, introducing a pest to annoy them.

She wasn’t worried about Long Fei and the other guy getting the short end of the stick; these two could fight, and the foreigner was probably going to get hurt.

"How about that, yellow-skinned pig, is that substantial enough for you?"

The foreigner looked down on Long Fei with contempt, this move had intimidated countless men from Xianggang.

Long Fei and Chu Feng looked at each other and laughed heartily, as if they were watching a child bare his teeth and claws, attempting to challenge them.

The foreigner’s eyebrows lifted as their disdainful expressions provoked him.

Having mixed in Xianggang for so many years, he had never met someone who disrespected him like this.

"Fuck y*u!"

He no longer wasted words and lifted his foot to kick at Long Fei.

His foot didn’t even touch Long Fei when Long Fei launched a palm strike at him from a distance.

He only felt a powerful surge of air, like an elephant charging into his chest.

With a loud thud, his weight of 180 jin flew backward like a kite, violently crashing into the outside railing before tumbling down from the second floor.

Lin Yingying stood by, her mouth agape in shock.

The people below were startled, and the music abruptly stopped.

The foreigner crashed onto the bar table, spilling all the drinks onto the floor.

He lay in the mess of alcohol, face pressed against the ground, shaking his head and continuously spitting out blood.

"Not bad at all!"

In the private room, Chu Feng praised Long Fei, growing even more impressed with this brother.

When they first met, Long Fei didn’t even know how to manage his breath.

Now, he was truly a top-tier presence in the Ancient Martial World.

The two picked up two bottles of beer from the floor, opened them, clinked bottles, and then stepped out to stand before the railing, glancing down.

"Is this how you treat foreign friends? Isn’t it a bit impolite?"

Yingying looked at them with a triumphant smirk as if she had succeeded in some scheme.

Chu Feng heaved a sigh and said, "Women and villains are indeed hard to raise, you don’t drink, nor do you let us drink, I think we better head back early!"

"We should have gone back anyway, if you want to drink, I’ll join you in the hotel. What’s the point of drinking here? By inviting a couple of girls to accompany our drink, are we successful, carefree men? Those few vulgar and common women, and you guys actually fancy them. I think you’re just vulgar to the extreme, agitated by a little money!"

She harshly criticized the two men, truly not understanding what could possibly be going through their minds.

Long Fei and Chu Feng glanced at each other, both of them chuckled, giving off a frivolous air.

Lin Yingying gritted her teeth, thinking to herself that some wood is just uncarvable.

At this moment, the nightclub’s security came out to clear the scene.

A group of burly men helped the foreigner to his feet, glaring menacingly at the trio of Long Fei.

They wanted to leave, but it was already too late.

The club that was noisy just a while ago had quickly quietened down.

There was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle so shiny that not even a fly could land on it.

He had a little mustache and hurried to accommodate the foreigner, offering him a cigarette and apologies, bowing repeatedly and saying, "Mr. Wade, don’t be angry, I will give you an explanation."

The foreigner was quite influential, being the general manager of an international investment company with a share in this bar.

Moreover, he was a member of the renowned Western Brukh Family.

One of the thirteen followers left by the devil in the Human Realm, the Brukh Family accounted for one.

Wade Brukh, a family member respected by Westerners, had been beaten by two people from the East.

The club owner stared at the trio of Long Fei, cursing coldly, "I’ll be damned, have you eaten the guts of a leopard, daring to tread on Brother Yau Ma’s territory?"

"A lackey of foreigners, you’re not even fit to pick a fight with me!"

Chu Feng spat in his face and flung the beer bottle in his hand at him.

The club owner was spit on, and before he could utter a curse,

his head rang out with a loud crack as the shattered pieces of the bottle scattered.

He screamed in agony, the force knocking him backward and rolling onto the ground.

The underlings rushed to help him up and retreated to the back with him.

"I’ll be damned!"

He touched his head, finding it covered in blood, even messing up the hairstyle he was proud of.

"Kill them!"

Brother Yau Ma roared furiously, and his underlings screamed as they waved their machetes, charging upstairs.

He pulled out a comb from his pocket and quickly fixed his hair.

If he didn’t kill these two mainlanders today, the news would spread and he, Brother Yau Ma, could forget about ever mixing in this area again.