In Li Zhe's view, as long as he slapped his BMW car key on the table, the three beauties at the table would surely throw themselves at him immediately, and might even start fighting each other for him.
Then, he'd leave with the three beauties, leaving Wang Yan and Ma Jun at the table staring blankly.
However, an unexpected scene unfolded for Li Zhe. The five people at the table glanced at the BMW key and remained extremely indifferent; even Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting showed expressions of disgust.
Li Zhe was somewhat surprised and pointed at the BMW logo on the table, saying, "Three beauties, this is a BMW 7 Series sedan, accelerating to a hundred kilometers in three seconds..."
Li Zhe had just finished half of his sentence when Ouyang Feiting snorted coldly, interrupting him.
Being used to seeing self-righteous rich boys like Li Zhe, Ouyang Feiting coldly said, "Please roll out of my sight in a smooth manner."
Upon hearing Ouyang Feiting's words, Li Zhe was stunned and foolishly asked, "What... do you mean?"
Ouyang Feiting looked up at Li Zhe and said, "Scram!"
The word immediately choked Li Zhe. His acne-scarred face turned purple-red, and even the indentations seemed to swell.
Li Zhe wanted to get angry, but thinking of the brags he just made in front of his friends, going back alone would be utterly embarrassing.
He suppressed the anger within him and forced a smile again, saying, "Beauty, I wonder if you've heard, it's better to cry in a BMW than to laugh on a bicycle. People like me are warm-hearted..."
As he said this, Ouyang Feiting looked Li Zhe up and down, noting his height of only about five feet and six, snorted coldly, and said, "With your height, you'd only be considered a floor heater at best."
As the saying goes, "don't discuss short topics in front of short people." Li Zhe hated others mentioning his height the most. Hearing Ouyang Feiting humiliate him , he couldn't hold back.
He suddenly jumped up, about to curse.
At this moment, Wang Yan, who had been silent, pursed his lips, exuding a chilling aura, his eyes as calm as water. He glanced at Li Zhe and simply said, "Scram!"
With just this light glance from Wang Yan, Li Zhe felt a chilling cold spread over his entire body, the hair on his back stood up on end, and he sobered up from his drunkenness.
Frightened, Li Zhe involuntarily retreated three steps, almost sitting on the ground.
Wang Yan only gave Li Zhe that one glance before withdrawing his gaze, as if Li Zhe didn't exist.
But in that short moment of eye contact, Li Zhe wished dearly to get away from Wang Yan, the further the better.
Just as Li Zhe was about to escape, the six men sharing his table had already noticed the oddity and were walking over, swaggering toward Wang Yan's table.
The six men had a hooligan-like demeanor, carried an air of mischief, and reeked slightly of alcohol, clearly not the benevolent type.
The hotel's waiters saw this and were immediately scared, standing still, afraid to intervene.
Seeing his companions arrive, Li Zhe regained his confidence.
He stepped forward a few paces, grabbed the BMW key from the table, waved it in the air, and stared at Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, saying, "I'll give you both one last chance to come with me, otherwise I'll crush you with money."
Among them, Beiming Xue was the most gentle and sweet. Hearing Li Zhe declare he'd crush them with money, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Beiming Xue's laugh was so captivating it seemed to dim the sun and moon and outshine all the flowers.
At this moment, with both Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting present, the wealth of their families constituted nearly half of Wanghai City, yet someone dared to say such words to them.
Seeing Beiming Xue laugh, Roy, Ma Jun, and Ouyang Feiting also burst into laughter.
Seeing them all laugh at him as if he were an idiot, Li Zhe felt a surge of wicked fire rush to his head, causing it to feel as if it were exploding.
Li Zhe raised his hand, grabbed a beer bottle from the nearby table, and smashed it on the table beside him.
A loud "bang" echoed as the beer bottle shattered instantly.
Holding the broken bottle with sharp edges, Li Zhe pointed it at Beiming Xue and shouted arrogantly, "I'll make you laugh; I'll make you laugh. Soon you'll be begging me on your knees, crying at my feet."
As soon as Li Zhe finished speaking, Wang Yan's face suddenly changed. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and slapped Li Zhe across the face.
With a resounding "slap," Li Zhe flew from the ground like a ragdoll, slamming into the side wall with a thud, and then fell onto the ground with a "thump."
Half lying on the ground, Li Zhe was stunned, dumbfoundedly looking at Wang Yan, raising his right hand, and pointing at him, "You... you... dare to hit me."
Just as Li Zhe finished speaking, several blood-stained white teeth fell from his mouth.
Looking down in surprise and anger, Li Zhe exclaimed, "My teeth!"
He then covered his face with his hand.
But as soon as his palm touched his face, Li Zhe felt a burning pain, as if pricked with needles.
He knew without a mirror that half his face must be swollen.
Indeed, Li Zhe's half face was swollen, and the teeth on that side were all gone.
The swelling and tooth loss made Li Zhe's face appear lopsided and uneven.
Originally, Li Zhe's looks were already challenging the norms, and now he looked even more grotesque.
Li Zhe's six friends looked at him and appeared unable to hold back their laughter.
Li Zhe jumped up from the ground, shouting, "Whose side are you on? Attack him for me, cripple that guy, and take those three girls. Tonight, I'm going to take revenge, and make them pay."
After speaking, Li Zhe picked up the other half of the beer bottle from the ground and charged at Wang Yan.
The bottle was raised high, aiming to stab Wang Yan.
The other six men, seeing Li Zhe make his move, quickly picked up chairs, wooden sticks, and other items from all around, and lunged at Wang Yan.
Seeing the fight break out, the restaurant's other patrons were immediately frightened and fled the venue.
The restaurant's waitstaff dared not approach. They all knew Li Zhe and his infamous nickname, Desperate Little Tai Sui; they knew he had a father who would go to great lengths for revenge if Li Zhe suffered a loss.
Thus, the waiters hid around, casting pitying glances at Wang Yan.
Yet, Wang Yan stood there, facing the seven assailants without a trace of panic. Ma Jun, Beiming Xue, and Ouyang Feiting regarded Li Zhe with eyes showing a hint of pity. Googlᴇ search ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Only Roy looked somewhat fearful, clutching Ma Jun's arm tightly with a pale face.
As Li Zhe and his men charged toward him, Wang Yan glanced at the beer bottle shards on the ground and coldly said, "If you want to live, lick these shards clean for me."
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