"I'm shameless to give you a shame? Why are you playing with me pure!" Su Chenghuan let go of Lan Jiaoxue, poured a glass of wine, and said coldly: "Drink it, otherwise you don't want to hang out in the entertainment industry."

Lan Jiaoxue wiped the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. Su, I really can't drink it anymore. I have stomach problems. I just had surgery for gastric bleeding last month..."

"I'll fuck your mother!" Su Chenghuan was so arrogant that he picked up the wine glass and threw it hard on Lan Jiaoxue's face. With a bang, the wine glass fell to the ground, and the transparent liquid wet her head and face.

Lan Jiaoxue stood alone by the table, wiped open the wine that covered her eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. Su..."

"Get out!" Su Chenghuan pointed at her nose and cursed.

Several tables of guests around were stretching their heads to watch. Looking at the so-called Young Master Su's aura, everyone was just looking at it, and no one was willing to speak out.

Suddenly, he rushed over and stopped Su Chenghuan and Lan Jiaoxue, shouting: "Hey, don't bully her anymore, why bother a big man to make things difficult for a woman."

Everyone said that it was blurred when they saw that the man was wearing a shabby gray monk's robe, with bare head and nine ring scars on it. It turned out to be a monk.

Everyone was shocked. The monk stood up long, about 1.85 meters above sea level, with a tiger-back and bear waist, a wide chest, a stern body, and a dignified appearance. He was very handsome and thin, with a red mole in the middle of his eyebrows, his eyes were bright and restrained, and his appearance was extraordinary. He seemed to be as handsome as he walked out of a movie, and his dirty monk's robes could not hide his demeanor.

Su Chenghuan couldn't help but take a step back, then furious and said, "Bald, don't go to the West to get your true scriptures, come here to fight for justice? Don't look at where this place is! Get out of here, otherwise you will fight together!"

Four followers around him, who were also tall and powerful, jumped out, and the leader kicked at the monk with great might.

Everyone exclaimed a burst of exclamations.

If the monk avoided it, the woman behind him would definitely be kicked and could not retreat. She was kicked in the belly and said, "Amitabha, it's convenient for you to go out and be convenient for others, and for yourself. If the donor let this female donor go and make good relationships, he will be rewarded in the future."

Su Chenghuan sneered: "Good reward? What a bad reward! I have never been so in my life."

The monk put his hands together and said, "If there is a reason, there will be consequences. If the donor is not so arrogant and domineering, how can he decline? I advise you to be kind and your path will naturally be broad in the future."

Everyone thought that this monk was very brave and dared to say in front of Mr. Su that he was domineering and worthy of being a monk, and his temperament was stunned.

Su Chenghuan was indeed furious and shouted, "Speaking bad things about me? Do you think you are upholding the bad things because you are interested in Lan Jiaoxue's beauty? The monks are all hungry ghosts in lust. You can't make this mistake. Beat me hard!"

Then a man clenched his fist and hit the monk's chin. The monk snorted in pain, still standing in a daze, and chanted Amitabha again.

Seeing that the monk did not dare to resist, the four followers became more and more courageous. Some people hit the elbows continuously, and some people kicked them hard.

The security guards who were idle only watched from a distance and did not step forward. Su Chenghuan was a member of the Su family and had already registered in Zhengde Casino. He caused trouble here and no one cared about him if he didn't die.

"Fuck, Bai Chang is so tall, but he is a trash!" a man shouted with interest.

"Kill him! It disturbs the young master's excitement, he is ungrateful!"

Someone lifted the metal bench and bent it a few times, and the monk was quickly knocked to the ground, stretching his arms out to resist the siege of everyone on his stomach and head and face.

Su Chenghuan felt that it was not satisfying enough and shouted: "Kick him to death, I will bear all the responsibility!"

Lan Jiaoxue covered her mouth tightly with her hands, tears rolled down her eyes, and she was extremely frightened, obviously she was already stunned. Who would have thought that Mr. Su, who had met with gentle and kind words in the first few times, would turn against him and turn against him as soon as he said he was wrong. He was even more vicious than a murderer?

Before, Su Chenghuan invited her several times, and the text message also revealed a little meaning. Lan Jiaoxue felt that the rich boy was pursuing her and her face was glorious.

Now, the butt has not sat warm and the changes have occurred. No wonder the sisters in the circle say that rich people are not that easy to get along with. Seeing that the monk who protects himself was beaten to a terrible sight, Lan Jiaoxue begged: "Mr. Su, please don't hit him anymore, I'm willing to drink with you."

Su Chenghuan sneered: "I was willing to do it at this time. Why didn't I want it before? It's too late! I hate fake sluts the most!"

Du Yinqiao, who was here, shook his head, obviously disagreed, and said, "The people of the Su family are too unfair, and they have become such a stir in public."

Chen Huayao took the cigarette handed over by Meng Sifei, lit the fire indifferently, and said, "I said before that I wanted to pay the money for the monk, and the good guys must do it to the end. I will take care of this matter. I happened to have an old relationship with Su Chenghuan, and I will settle the old debts by the way, hehe." After that, he grabbed a bottle of beer, got up, and walked towards the opposite side.

Du Yinqiao and Meng Sifei took a look at each other and followed helplessly.

Su Chenghuan was extremely powerful and scolded, and suddenly someone slapped his shoulder. Looking back, a man said in a scent behind him: "Hey, Mr. Su, please let them go when I see me."

"You, who are you!" Su Chenghuan shouted sternly.

"Give me some face, everyone is out to make a living, just forget it, why bother to make a living?"

Su Chenghuan grabbed Chen Huayao's collar, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I'll ask you, who the hell are you!"

"Sorry, my name is Chen Huayao. You may not remember who I am, but when it comes to Wei Chensi and Du Ruomiao, you should remember it."

Chen Huayao grabbed the bottle and knocked it at the corner of the table. The bottle broke through two halves, and the glass canine teeth in his hand intertwined. The light shone sharply, beer foam splashed half of Su Chenghuan's face, and the smoke from the nostrils rushed onto Su Chenghuan's other half of his face.

Su Chenghuan was really surprised. His hand that grabbed the collar loosened and looked at his face without blinking, saying, "Are you Chen Huayao?"

Chen Huayao took a puff of cigarette and said carelessly: "Let them go out with your people, nothing happened to us here. Do you think this is good?"

"Don't you fucking fart..." Before Su Chenghuan's fart voice had fallen, Du Yinqiao pressed the head of a follower and fell in front of him.

After a closer look, the companion's nose was crooked to his partner's face, covered in blood, and he was lying on the ground, screaming with ouch and unable to move.

Those followers were from the Su family's bodyguards. Although they were not as good as Gu Haojiang's skills, it would be no problem for each person to be able to stand up to three or four ordinary people. At this time, they were knocked like this without even seeing how Du Yinqiao took action, which made people gasp.

Su Chenghuan usually lives a life of a noble family. He doesn't know who Du Yinqiao is. He said with a harsh and timid voice: "Who hit me? Are you brave? I..."

With a light pop, another follower's chin was broken and his fallen teeth flew to his face.

Su Chenghuan swallowed all the words afterwards. If he had seen everything that happened in the underground life and death battle, he would have turned his head and ran away immediately. Du Yinqiao's reputation as "得时" is not called in vain. The word "得时" means a demon.

"Young Master Su." Chen Huayao still had the same tone of negotiation and was advising people to be kind, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want by opening a Zhouyuan Network Company. There are more people here than cow hair. Those who know the truth will go home early to sleep with a pillow. Do you think you will look taller to a woman or a monk? "

"I……"

The third follower was hit in the abdomen and rolled on the ground with his stomach tightly covering his stomach, rolling around and crashing into Su Chenghuan's leather shoes.

"What are you, me, I don't understand Jing dialect?" Chen Huayao's eyes slowly became cold and he had become impatient. The half-part wine bottle in his hand was about to wait for a half-no words to burst out from his teeth and pierce it immediately.

Su Chenghuan's expression finally changed. He turned around and left. He ignored the followings lying on the ground. He turned around and shouted in anger: "Chen Huayao, wait, you have your beauty! I will definitely ask someone to shovel you. Don't kneel down and beg me!"

Director Huo and the female manager rushed over and asked inexplicably: "Mr. Du, Captain Meng, what happened?"

In fact, as early as the conflict began, the two of them had received a call from the security guard, but when they arrived, they found that Mr. Du and others were confronting Su Chenghuan of the Su family. If they were not easy to persuade them to fight, they would easily offend both sides if they said anything. So they just watched from a distance and waited until the matter was over before pretending to have just arrived.

Du Yinqiao said: "It's okay, you have someone clean up, and a few bottles broke here."

The monk stood up, patted the monk's robes covered with stains everywhere, raised his bruised and swollen head, and saluted the three of them: "Thank you for helping you."

The monk's skin is thick and thick, and the injuries are not serious except for some skin injuries.

Lan Jiaoxue hurriedly took out the notebook from his handbag, hurriedly wrote a number and handed it to them, and said, "Thank you, you should go quickly. That Su Chenghuan is not a good thing, he has a great influence. This is my number. If you need it, call me."

The female manager smiled and said, "It's okay, Miss Lan, please rest assured." He asked a female waiter to help her go to the backstage of the bar to sort out and check the injuries. He also gave Chen Huayao a certificate of proof: "Sir, this is what you want."

The monk widened his eyes and said, "This is my monk's certificate."

It turned out that the monk broke the expensive wine in the bar and his certificate was detained. It was really hard to move around wherever he needed identity certificates.

Chen Huayao said: "Come with me."

Those guests who watched the fun saw that there was no fun to watch, and were afraid of Du Yinqiao's strength, turned around and thought that nothing had happened.

Back on his seat, Chen Hua pointed to the seat opposite and said, "Sit down."

The monk clasped his hands together again and sat down respectfully.

When I opened the certificate of the throne, I saw a few regular traditional Chinese characters reflected: "I have a monk who became a monk in my temple and practiced with the Dharma name Lingyu."

"What is your name? Which temple is in? Who will you become a monk? Who will you be a disciple?" Chen Huayao closed the certificate of decree and asked with a bad expression.

The monk replied honestly: "Amitabha Buddha, the name of the poor monk Lingju, became a monk at Shaolin Temple when he was young. At the age of twelve, he entered Fulong Temple to learn Buddhist principles with Xuhua Zen Master. When he was eighteen, he went down the mountain to verify Buddhism. It has been five years since then."
Chapter completed!