Chapter 18
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Looking in the direction of the sound, a man wearing a plaid shirt staggered out of another private room, holding a phone in his hand. He had obviously come out of the room to answer a call. Beside him was a man with a lewd expression.
“Hehe, Brother Jun, this shouldn’t be one of the girls here. She’s probably just a guest who’s here to have some fun,” the lewd man explained with a fawning smile.
“Guests? That’s great. They’re much cleaner than those hostesses. Go, keep them all here and have a few drinks with me,” the man in the plaid shirt said, shoving the lewd-looking man.
The sleazy man didn’t dare say anything more. He quickly jogged a few steps and came up to Ye Fan and the others. With a smile, he said to Sikong Yanran and the others, “Ladies, would you do me the honor of coming in for a few drinks?”
The sleazy man’s attitude was fairly good; he clearly knew that the people who could come to this club were all people of high status, and there was no need to offend them with his first words.
“No time…” Sikong Yanran waved her hand and walked forward.
The man’s expression immediately changed.
“Ladies, don’t be so stubborn, you’ll regret it later.” The lewd man’s voice turned cold, and he stretched out his arm to block Ye Fan and the others.
Sikong Yanran and the others were stunned, seemingly not expecting anyone to be so forceful. This was the Royal Club, and they had been here many times before, but they had never encountered anything like this before.
“What if none of us want to eat?” Just as Lin Meixin and the others were about to call the club’s security, Ye Fan took a step forward and smiled slightly.
The sleazy man was taken aback, not expecting this pretty boy to speak up first. He immediately sneered, “Not eating? That’s not up to you.”
“Is that so?”
Ye Fan sneered, not giving the sleazy man a chance to answer, and threw a right hook at him. His punch was so fast that the sleazy man didn’t even have time to react before Ye Fan’s fist slammed into his right cheek, sending him sprawling to the side.
A loud “bang…” echoed through the night sky.
With that sound, Sikong Yanran, Lin Meixin, and Luo Xueyan were instantly half-sober. They stared at Ye Fan in disbelief, especially Lin Meixin and Lin Meiyu. They never expected that the seemingly gentle Ye Fan would be so violent, resorting to violence without even asking who the other person was.
A look of surprise flashed in Luo Xueyan’s eyes, followed by a mocking tone. Sister Yanran was so composed, how could her nephew be so impulsive? He just started fighting without warning? Would fighting solve anything?
If it weren’t for Sikong Yanran’s sake, she wouldn’t have bothered with this guy. Only Wu Min’er’s eyes sparkled, and a thought flashed through her little head: “So manly!”
At this moment, the lewd man’s cry of pain also startled the man in the plaid shirt who was on the phone. He looked up and saw that his underling had been beaten to the ground, and he was immediately enraged.
“Fuck your mother, how dare you hit someone? Are you looking for death?” As he spoke, the man grabbed a vase that was placed by the door and threw it at Ye Fan.
“Xiao Fan, be careful…” Seeing the man carrying such a large vase and smashing it towards Ye Fan, Si Kong Yanran instantly sobered up and instinctively hugged Ye Fan, wanting to use her body to shield him from that blow.
“Auntie, how am I supposed to hit someone when you’re holding me like this?”
Ye Fan felt a wave of helplessness, but he had no choice but to reach out and embrace Sikong Yanran’s slender waist. Then, with a swift turn, he delivered a powerful spinning kick to the abdomen of the man in the plaid shirt, sending him flying. The vase in his hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces…
The commotion naturally alerted the people in the private room. Immediately, the door to the room where the man in the plaid shirt was located opened, and a group of men dressed in strange clothes rushed out. Upon seeing the man in the plaid shirt lying on the ground, they exclaimed, “Brother Jun…”
“Damn it, how dare he hit me, how dare he kick me! Chop him up, chop him up…” The man in the plaid shirt roared furiously as he stood up with the help of the others.
With the man’s roar, the men who rushed out all had fierce glints in their eyes, and some even pulled out knives, walking step by step towards Ye Fan.
“Kid, you dare to hurt Brother Jun? You’re dead…”
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