Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

After Jiang Cheng finished saying this, Wang Jian, who was originally angry, became unusually silent.

At this moment, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Wang Jian finally broke the silence.

He first took a deep look at the fat boy who was still kneeling on the ground and staring at him.

Then he said softly to Jiang Cheng: "This... Brother Cheng, let's forget it, it just hurts a little... I can just go to the hospital and get it bandaged."

After he said this, Wu Kun beside him jumped up immediately.

There was an indignant expression on his face, and it was obvious that he didn't understand what Wang said.

"Wang Jian, if I hadn't pushed you just now, this bottle would have hit you on the head. This is no joke, let's just let it go..."

After Wu Kun said this, Wang Jian couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, suggesting that he should stop talking.

Although his heart was also filled with anger and grievance at this time.

But Wang Jian knew very well that he must not act on impulse.

Not to mention whether you have the strength to fight the other party to the end.

From Jiang Cheng's perspective alone, he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble or distress to Jiang Cheng because of his own affairs.

Although he knew that Jiang Cheng had a powerful background, he also knew that the other party was no small fish or shrimp.

The mind perception skill keenly captured Wang Jian's mood changes at this moment.

Obviously, Wang Jian has given in.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the booth.

The visitors were a few young people.

They all looked to be around 25 years old and had bodyguards following them.

These rich kids seemed to have drunk a little too much. Their faces were flushed, their steps were unsteady, and their eyes were blurry.

He was clamoring for Jiang Cheng to hand the man over.

Looking at the confrontation between the two sides, Jiang Cheng nodded to the bodyguard at the door.

After getting Jiang Cheng's instructions, several people walked in.

After coming in, seeing the fat man kneeling on the ground, the expressions on several people's faces immediately became extremely gloomy.

"Damn it, what on earth do you want to do?!" one of the young men roared angrily, his voice so loud that it was deafening.

"Let him go! Damn it!" another man cursed angrily, waving his fists in an attempt to scare the other person.

Although several rich second-generations clamored for Wang Sheng to release the fat man.

But when these rich second-generations took a few steps forward and wanted to get closer to rescue the fat man.

He immediately felt the powerful pressure and fierce momentum emanating from Wang Sheng and others.

This invisible pressure made them all feel a little timid.

Although they are rich, they don't know how to fight.

At most, you can do some fancy Taekwondo moves, which are completely useless.

Seeing that shouting had no effect, the boy who took the lead turned his gaze and looked at Xiao Li who was standing next to him.

As they all frequent bars, Xiao Li naturally knew Shen Lang.

Xiao Li was already in great pain at this time, because he found that the staff he had just sent to get help had already returned.

But he did not bring his boss over, instead he shook his head at him.

This obviously means that their boss doesn't want to get involved.

Xiao Li had a flattering smile on his face, and he said to Shen Lang cautiously: "Mr. Shen, I don't know the details. We only saw Tie Ge catch up and give this young master a..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lang immediately understood the whole story.

Because this isn't the first time this has happened.

Every time this guy drinks, he tends to act like this.

And every time he had to ask Shen Lang to clean up his mess.

Fortunately, the people who usually get smashed are just ordinary customers.

But this time he obviously hit a wall and was pressed here.

Shen Lang glanced at the fat man lying on the ground with a hint of disgust.

Then, his eyes fell on the few people present.

After taking a quick glance, he immediately focused his attention on Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng was seen stretching his hands leisurely behind him.

He crossed his legs and stared at them with indifferent eyes.

This demeanor made him frown slightly.

My head was a little swollen and I tried hard to recall where I had seen Jiang Cheng.

After more than ten seconds, I still couldn't remember where I had seen it.

But someone who can pull off such a big fuss is definitely not just an ordinary rich second generation.

Thinking of this, the ferocious expression on his face relaxed a little.

You know, people's body language often changes unconsciously in special situations.

This is how he is at this moment.

Although he did not feel any fear towards Jiang Cheng in his heart.

But the fingers in his pockets trembled frequently and involuntarily.

Revealing a hint of nervousness that was difficult to conceal.

Shen Lang observed Jiang Cheng's movements, and it was obvious that he was not posing like this just to show off.

Instead, they actually look down on them and turn a blind eye to them.

Yes, how could an ordinary rich second-generation person create such a scene in a bar?

If there really is a conflict, the worst that can happen is that the bodyguards will beat the person up.

How can you force someone to kneel here?

Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel his temples throbbing.

Shen Lang didn't take Wang Jian, whose head was smashed, seriously.

But towards Jiang Cheng in front of him, he felt a little more alert and wary.

He was the first to speak to Jiang Cheng and said, "Hello, my name is Shen Lang. This guy is from Xishan. His family has a big business. This happened. First of all, I apologize to you on his behalf. Then, I will have someone take him to the hospital, and I will pay for the subsequent compensation."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Jian: "You are Wang Jian, right? You should know me, right? The Porsche 911 you bought was a car that one of my brothers no longer wanted. By the way, I remember that your family seems to be in the financial sector. Please give me a favor today and let us become good friends. Is that okay?"

On the surface, Shen Lang's words seemed to be an apology to Wang Jian, but in fact, they contained a threatening tone.

How much compensation can a wine bottle cap get?

If it were an ordinary person, the maximum compensation would be 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

The more difficult ones can be dealt with with just 30,000 or 40,000 yuan.

This amount of money is insignificant to these rich second-generations, and they don't care about it at all.

And judging from the way Shen Lang handled it, he is obviously an old hand.

Wang Jian hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to look at Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng... forget it."

Jiang Cheng understood what Wang Jian meant.

That clearly means that he doesn't want to involve his family.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything, but curled his lips, signaling Wang Sheng to let the fat man go.

As soon as Wang Sheng let go, the fat man immediately pulled out the rag stuffed in his mouth.

In fact, he originally wanted to spit out the rag, but when the fat man noticed that he moved, the bodyguard next to him stuffed it tighter.

In the end, he could only bite the disgusting rag tightly in frustration.

At this moment, he was already feeling extremely uncomfortable, with his stomach churning.

He didn't have time to yell or curse, and just kept dry-heaving.

After vomiting several times, the fat man finally recovered a little.

But the anger in my heart grew stronger.

He immediately glared at Jiang Cheng and Wang Jian, and yelled, "Fuck you, you dare to do this to me today, I will never let you go..."