Mad Dog exclaid, his eyelids twitching wildly.
Yang Qingya looked at Jiang Chuan, her eyes shimring with unusual brilliance.
Jiang Chuan still sat there nonchalantly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, not even glancing at the four of them. That casual deanor was blatant contempt, as if they didn't even exist in his eyes.
Scorn, disdain, above all, showcasing sheer arrogance.
Mad Dog's eyes were dark, his gaze flickering, uncertain, staring at Jiang Chuan, angrily said: "Kid, you got so skills, but do you know what happens when you ss with Mad Dog's people? Now, if you kneel and beg for rcy, grovelling, I might consider leaving you with an intact corpse."
"Annoying!"
In the black pupils, a cold light surged. Jiang Chuan's cold voice bore traces of impatience, and the wine glass in his hand spun faster and faster. In the next second, the glass flew out.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Mad Dog, crashing heavily into his face.
"Ah..."
Mad Dog scread in pain, covering his nose, pointing at Jiang Chuan wanting to curse.
But Jiang Chuan didn't give him the chance. As the wine glass flew out, Jiang Chuan's body moved, appearing ghost-like in front of Mad Dog, his knee bent and struck upwards.
"Oof..."
Mad Dog's abdon felt as if it had been hit by a sledgehamr, spewing bile, he doubled over, clutching his stomach.
Simultaneously, Jiang Chuan's elbow struck downwards.
Bang...
Mad Dog was directly slamd into the ground.
Two seconds.
It took only two seconds from Jiang Chuan's move to Mad Dog hitting the ground, and that was Jiang Chuan showing rcy. If he hadn't, one second would have been enough to turn Mad Dog into a cold corpse.
"Hmph."
Jiang Chuan glanced at Mad Dog: "Trash."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Mad Dog coughed violently, spitting blood from his mouth, lying on the ground looking up at Jiang Chuan, fierce light in his eyes, face twisted: "I, Mad Dog, will rember this grudge today. In the future, I will repay it in blood, make you wish you were dead!!!"
Jiang Chuan coldly glanced at Mad Dog, gaze calm without a ripple.
However, under Jiang Chuan's calm gaze, Mad Dog felt a chill down his spine, cold sweat drenched his entire body.
His legs trembled...
"Get lost!" Jiang Chuan said in a low voice.
"Gulp..."
Mad Dog's Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing hard. He struggled to get up from the ground, ignoring the intense pain in his body, and fled with the four thugs.
Yang Qingya stared at Jiang Chuan, her eyes flashing, wondering what she was thinking.
"Check, please!"
Jiang Chuan walked back to the bar, reached into his pocket, only to find it empty. He was penniless, a hint of embarrassnt showed on his face.
Yang Qingya ca to her senses, seeing Jiang Chuan's awkward look, she smiled charmingly, said: "Today is on ."
"Thanks!"
Jiang Chuan glanced at Yang Qingya, did not refuse, and said in a deep voice: "I will pay you back, farewell!"
Without any hesitation, Jiang Chuan stepped into the crowd.
As she watched Jiang Chuan's departing back, a thick curiosity arose in Yang Qingya's alluring eyes. She snapped her fingers lightly, and a man appeared behind her from the darkness, respectfully saying: "Sister Ya..."
"I want all his information," Yang Qingya said faintly.
"Yes." The man rged back into the darkness.
Jiang Chuan wandered alone under the starry sky, occasionally stopping to look at the dazzling street scene, making his way from Manluo Bar back to the villa area.
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