167: Chapter 167: I Won’t Be Too Hard On You 167: Chapter 167: I Won’t Be Too Hard On You “Let’s all go together, I haven’t even finished my meal here.”
Zhang Fan looked at the bodyguards and said nonchalantly.
“Gurgle.”
The sound of an Adam’s apple bobbing was heard as more than ten bodyguards looked at each other, then turned their gazes to Long Xiao.
“Boss, why don’t we call the police first?”
They really didn’t dare to lay a hand on Zhang Fan.
Damn, it had only been a moment and three of them were already down, each one in a worse state than the last.
They didn’t want to end up like these three, beaten like dead dogs.
Long Xiao’s vacant eyes started to move, and the next moment, he went crazy.
“Call the police?
My ass, if we have to get the cops involved for every little thing, do I even need you trash?” Long Xiao’s face was utterly maniacal as he screamed and then raised his head, yelling upstairs.
“Jin Daya, my ass, I told you to handle things, is this how you do it?
Shit, did I come here to invite you to eat?
Huh?
What are you staring at, get moving!” Long Xiao bellowed.
Jin Daya, looking at the twenty-plus guns pointed at him, constantly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Get moving my ass, if I could move, wouldn’t I have moved by now?
Right, eating, we’re here to eat.
“Bro, let’s talk this out.
We’re just here to eat, no need to pull a gun over a disagreement,” said Jin Daya, squeezing out an extremely awkward smile, then turned his head and yelled, “Waitress, where’s the food I ordered?”
Listening to Jin Daya’s voice, Long Xiao’s teeth gnashed audibly.
“F*ck your mom, Jin Daya, remember this, you’re harsh,” Long Xiao’s face turned beet red.
Damn it, the bastard actually really came here to eat.
Lin Qing’s eyebrows quivered slightly as she walked over to Jin Daya and asked, “Why bring a dagger to eat?”
Jin Daya’s eyes spun crazily, then he suddenly spoke up, “Sis, you don’t know, the steak knives at Xinglight are no good, can’t cut through steak at all, so we had to bring our own knives.”
“Right, right, right, we brought daggers to cut steak,” the people next to Jin Daya immediately chimed in.
“Pfft!”
The crowd blocking the stairway couldn’t help bursting into laughter.
Cut steak?
My ass, what a creative excuse.
If the other side hadn’t drawn their guns, you bastards would be cutting people by now.
Those watching the live stream were also laughing so hard they were doubling over.
“Hahaha, I’m dying, who wrote this script?
It’s hilarious to watch.”
“…”
“Where’s the moderator?
Mute these idiots, goddamn imbeciles, is this a movie?
Shit!
Can’t you see it’s being live-streamed on a phone?”
“Eh?
Really streaming?”
“Holy shit, no way, there’s knives and guns involved.”
“…”
“Move, move, get the camera on Fan.
Are you idiots?
What’s there to see here?” someone rolled their eyes while speaking to Yang Haochen.
“Exactly, exactly, I want to see my White Knight.”
“I demand the host’s photo; I wanna kill him, what’s so interesting about watching these small fries.”
The live stream became noisy all at once.
Zhang Fan was also very curious about the commotion upstairs.
What the hell?
Eating?
My ass, weren’t they all mighty just a moment ago?
“Hey, if you don’t make a move, I will,” Zhang Fan said, and then walked towards a bodyguard in front.
“Ah!
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Just as Zhang Fan raised his hand, that guy suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his knee and screaming in pain, astonishingly loud.
Zhang Fan was baffled, Long Xiao was baffled, the crowd gathered in the hotel was baffled, and the people in the live stream were just as baffled.
Fuck, what’s going on?
Shit, he didn’t even hit him, did he?
And he’s already down?
“Fuck, this guy is definitely an actor, goddamn, who hired him?”
“This streamer is hilarious, man, spending money on actors, what a scheme.”
“My stomach hurts from laughing, that dude is totally Oscar-worthy.”
“You guys don’t know shit.
Ever read a book?
This is called ‘raising a hand to harm someone invisibly!'”
“Speak human language!”
“I damn well didn’t understand either!”
Zhang Fan rubbed his eyes hard, thinking, “Nima, is this even possible?”
Zhang Fan turned his head, his gaze falling on another person.
However, the bodyguard suddenly stretched out his hand, waving it frantically, while screaming, “Ah, my eyes, who is it, who blinded me, I can’t see, I can’t see anything at all.”
A string of black lines formed on Zhang Fan’s forehead.
The onlookers were confused once again!
Can’t see?
Damn it, if you can’t see, why are you running towards the door?
“Ouch, my leg is broken, ah ah ah, I can’t stand up, boss, I’m dying here.” Another bodyguard fell to the ground with a thud, rolled on the ground, and headed towards the door.
Seeing this, another person’s legs went weak, and he spread himself out in a starfish pose, motionless, playing dead.
“Huh?
Why has it gotten dark?
Where is this?
How did I get here?
No, I have to go home!” A bodyguard patted his head and walked straight towards the door.
“Ouch, my epilepsy is acting up, I can’t take it…”
“Boss, my mom’s calling me home for dinner, I’m taking off first.”
Watching the crowd leave one by one, Long Xiao’s face was filled with confusion.
However, as the bodyguards reached the door, they immediately took off running.
Seeing this scene, the crowd of onlookers burst into laughter.
Incredible, beyond belief, too fucking hilarious.
Long Xiao’s men, what the hell kind of people are they?
In the live stream, the screen was filled with a flood of “66666”.
Zhang Fan was also dumbfounded, he wanted to test the Thunderclap Palm’s power some more, damn, why did these people run, he wasn’t going to eat them.
Zhang Fan chuckled and turned his head, his eyes landing on Long Xiao.
“Boss Long, didn’t you want to make me leave on my back?
Tsk tsk tsk, come here, let’s have a good chat.”
Zhang Fan clenched his fist and slowly approached Long Xiao.
Long Xiao shrank his neck and looked around.
However, apart from a crowd that was there to eat and watch the show, not even a waiter was left.
“Don’t come any closer, I’m warning you, I own the Starlight Hotel, and I know hundreds of police officers in this city,” Long Xiao said, retreating continuously.
“You know hundreds of people?
Then call them here, I’ll stand right here, won’t move an inch,” Zhang Fan said with a cold sneer, moving closer to Long Xiao.
“Yan Liangxi, Jin Daya, what the hell are you doing, come here already,” Long Xiao shrieked in panic.
At the reception, Yan Liangxi squatted under the table, pale as a ghost.
Come out?
Impossible.
His hands were still vaguely hurting.
Upstairs, Jin Daya was sweating profusely.
What the fuck, Long Xiao, I’m being held at gunpoint, if you’re brave enough, come and try yourself.
“Boss Long, don’t be scared, I won’t hit you too hard,” Zhang Fan walked up to Long Xiao, clenched his fist, and punched Long Xiao right in the eye socket.
“See, what did I tell you?
Doesn’t hurt too much, does it?
One panda eye is too ugly, let me give you a matching set,” Zhang Fan said, and then lifted his hand and smashed it into Long Xiao’s other eye socket.