"Boss, it's obviously this young master Xu's subordinate who hits people first, why do we still have to drink and apologize? This seems unreasonable?" Song Zijie said to Situ Haonan.

"How could it be unreasonable?" Situ Haonan took off his brown glasses, took out a handkerchief to wipe them clean, and then put them on the bridge of his nose again: "This is my territory, the entire dance hall is mine, so no matter what I say, it is reasonable."

"Haha." Facing the boss's dance hall boss blatantly protecting Xu Shao, Song Zijie shook his head and sniffed twice, then put his hand on the back of the chair and said to Situ Haonan: "Then we are not apologizing today? What can you do to us?"

"It seems that this is your first time in Tsingdong. You don't know me Situ Haonan." Situ Haonan lit his head and sweared, then waved his hand behind him and said to a very strong buzz-haired man behind him: "Ayong, come and teach me how this young man should be a human being in my place."

"Yes, Brother Haonan." He Yong nodded respectfully, took off his tight coat, revealing the strong and powerful muscles under his sweatshirt. He saw countless women screaming, showing scorching eyes, and their breathing became rapid.

He Yong seemed to enjoy the gaze of the opposite sex around him very much. He saw him walking to Song Zijie with a smile and doing a toned posture similar to that of Westerners showing their muscles.

Song Zijie burst out laughing and looked at him disdainfully.

He Yong suddenly made a move and punched Song Zijie in the chest, making a dull bang, just like a heavy punch hitting the sandbag.

Song Zijie staggered and took several steps back. His chest was almost pounded by a punch, and his chest and ribs were so painful that he almost didn't fall down on the spot. He gasped and covered his chest, and had difficulty breathing.

"Billy, are you okay?" Long Xiaohui was shocked and hurried over to hold Song Zijie's crumbling body.

"Get out of the way." Song Zijie pushed Long Xiaohui away with a move, feeling extremely angry. He really didn't expect that this muscular man would not only be despicable and shameless, but also his explosive power would be so rapid.

That punch was as fast as lightning, causing Song Zijie to be hit as soon as he realized, and he had no chance to dodge at all. He knew that he really encountered an opponent now.

Of course, Song Zijie didn't know the power of He Yong's "lightning boxing technique". He Yong used this move to fight in the hotel room with one punch when he was fighting in a hotel room.

He Yong posed as a boxer before attacking, stretched out his middle finger and hooked his finger at Song Zijie provocatively.

Song Zijie was furious. When did he suffer such a loss? Now even if he doesn't help Long Xiaohui stand up, he will defeat the muscular man in front of him for the glory of a man.

"ha!"

Song Zijie shouted loudly, rushed over and punched the other party's chest, which condensed the strength of his body and vowed to return the face he had just lost immediately.

Facing this punch, He Yong raised a very disdainful smile on his lips, and he didn't dodge or avoid it, straightened his chest, and withstand it with his explosive muscles.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound that was louder than before was made.

Song Zijie punched He Yong's pectoralis major muscle with all his strength, just like he was hitting an iron plate. It made Song Zijie's fist hurt, and it hurt to the bones, and it felt like his bones were about to crack.

Looking at Song Zijie's declining appearance, He Yong sneered and shook his head.

The punch did not work, which made Song Zijie even more angry. He unwillingly punched his fists, and he opened his bows left and right, pounding the crackling series on He Yong's chest.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" It was like a big drum, with muffled sounds, but He Yong still looked as usual and his mocking face made the audience around him fascinated. He really didn't expect that there was such a resistant person in the real world.

Song Zijie was sweating profusely, and his fists were almost numb. He felt that it was no different from pounding an extremely thick wall.

"I'm tired enough after playing for so long, right? Let's just change it to me." After He Yong said with a smile, he punched Song Zijie's lower abdomen with a muffled sound.

"Ah!" Song Zijie couldn't help but open his mouth and screamed. The tonsils in his mouth shaking. He felt like there were thousands of knife cutting in his abdomen. The unbearable colic made him cover his abdomen and squat on the ground. His waist was arched into shrimps. He vomited without any image, almost vomiting bitter gallbladder. Where can he have the ability to resist?

Seeing this scene, Long Xiaohui was almost shocked. Although he felt a little unbearable, he did not dare to speak for Song Zijie anymore.

"Yes, there has been progress during this period." Seeing He Yong knocking down Song Zijie with two punches, Situ Haonan patted He Yong's shoulder with admiration.

"Haha, it's actually what you taught me by Brother Haonan. I'm the skill of boxing that I teach me." He Yong grabbed his buzz cut and said to Situ Haonan very shyly.

Situ Haonan smiled without comment, then faced Xu Shao and asked with a smile: "Sister Xu, are you satisfied now?"

Xu Shao nodded slightly, then looked at Song Zijie who was vomiting continuously on the ground and said to Situ Haonan: "I don't want to see this person again. Please help me throw him away Shatoujiao and feed him fish. As for her..."

Xu Shao looked at Long Xiaohui in a daze, "Take her to my room."

Situ Haonan nodded, then signaled He Yong's eyes.

He Yong understood and immediately called two subordinates to come and lift Song Zijie up after receiving the instructions. He himself walked to Long Xiaohui himself, grabbed her like a chicken and pulled her into the private room.

"What are you doing! Let me go, bastard! My dad won't let you go, gorilla, let go!" Long Xiaohui insulted, while helplessly fighting and biting He Yong.

However, even a great man like Song Zijie has no choice but to deal with He Yong. Don’t talk about the weak woman Long Xiaohui, who is powerless, even if you use your teeth and nails, you cannot stop He Yong’s atrocities.

Seeing that the situation had lost control, given the miserable situation of Song Zijie who was meddling in other people's business, all the audience at the scene were frightened by the tyranny of the dance hall owners Situ Haonan and Xu Shao. No one dared to stand up and say a fair word. They just watched the excitement coldly, and at most they secretly said a few words in their hearts.

At this moment, a very disharmonious voice suddenly appeared:

"Everyone, I have a question to ask. Do you still have the word "law" in your eyes?"

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the person who was talking.
Chapter completed!