297: Chapter 286: It’s Like Watching Your Grandma 297: Chapter 286: It’s Like Watching Your Grandma “Shameless, did you not see these two men standing here?
If you want a drink, go find them—don’t bother me.”
“Stinking woman, say that again?” Vice District Chief Li was already harboring improper thoughts towards the lively Li Yueyue, but had been soundly thrashed by her protectors.
Burning with anger, he was provoked by her words and immediately jumped out yelling.
“Somebody’s dog’s not leashed, running around and biting people.
What would you do if someone got hurt?
You know rabies vaccines are pretty expensive these days,” Qingluan indirectly insulted the other party.
Song Yun was sweating bullets internally; knowing these two young ladies were the least one should provoke, yet this chap had to pick at their temper.
Seriously, was his brain damaged or was he sick?
“The medication shouldn’t be stopped.” Even Liu Ran, who Song Yun thought was the gentler type, blurted this out, indicating how furious these women were at being disturbed.
Secretary Liu watched the group of women with ill intent, while Mao Shan was getting displeased.
He was out to have a good time, and these two idiots repeatedly causing trouble had crossed his line.
He slammed the microphone to the ground and shouted, “Enjoying the show so much, like you’re looking at your grandma.”
“Don’t say that.
I couldn’t possibly give birth to a son in his forties or fifties, let alone have him as a grandson,” Li Yueyue fiercely remarked, examining her newly done nails.
“Kill them,” Secretary Liu roared, unable to contain his rage any longer.
He gestured to the security guards behind him, who, armed with rubber truncheons, started striking towards Song Yun and his group.
“What the fuck, they dare to raise a hand?” Mao Shan shrugged off his jacket, stepped forward, and punched one of the security guards in the face.
The guard couldn’t stop in time, smacking right into Mao Shan’s fist.
He stumbled back, feeling like his face had been trampled on by countless hooves.
Bang!!!
A security guard landed a sneak attack, his truncheon striking Mao Shan’s chest.
Mao Shan sneered, stood proud to take the hit, and after enduring the blow, grabbed the man’s hair and bashed his head against the wall seven or eight times before stopping.
The rest of the security guards, seeing Mao Shan’s bloodthirstiness, retreated a few steps in fear.
The favor of important figures mattered, but they needed to be alive to enjoy it.
Mao Shan didn’t give them a chance to escape and started swinging wine bottles, bashing one after another.
Secretary Liu was used to bullying others and had never been on the receiving end.
Mao Shan’s intimidation made his legs quake with fear.
And Vice District Chief Li simply passed out.
Out of sight, out of mind; early to bed and early to rise.
Humiliated once again, if his subordinates heard of this, who knows what they might say behind his back.
Mao Shan looked back at Song Yun, waiting for his decision, while Song Yun turned to the women, as it was them, not him, who had irked Secretary Liu.
Li Yueyue’s cheeks flushed with an incriminating drunk redness.
She waved her hand, saying, “It was the man lying on the ground who cursed at us, right?”
Secretary Liu didn’t dare talk back, simply nodding obediently.
Li Yueyue stepped forward, poured beer all over the unconscious Vice District Chief Li’s face, and when the cold beer shocked him awake, he found the little witch right in front of him.
Just as he thought to keep feigning unconsciousness, Li Yueyue said, “Brother Mao, lift him up for me.
I want to slap him for cursing at us earlier.”
Her call of “Brother Mao” warmed Mao Shan through and through.
He heaved Vice District Chief Li up and Li Yueyue, with a squint in her eyes, proceeded to slap him four or five times.
Only then did Mao Shan throw them all out.
“Brother Mao, your martial arts are so powerful.
Will you teach me, please?” Li Yueyue asked Mao Shan brazenly.
Mao Shan chuckled and scratched his head, “Brother Yun’s skills are much better than mine.
You should ask him to teach you.”
“Him?
He’s too skinny; he doesn’t have your build.
Stop praising him,” Li Yueyue disdainfully said.
Mao Shan did a double-take, then shook his head and smiled.
It seemed that Brother Yun had always been gentler in front of them.
If only they could see the skills of this ‘brother’ while on a mission, they’d be shocked.
After all, the title of second on the Dragon List wasn’t earned for nothing.
“Brother Mao, won’t they call for backup after you’ve beaten them up?” Liu Ran hesitantly asked.
Having grown up in a secure government compound with a sheltered life and never encountering violence, Mao Shan’s action had rattled her.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry.
If soldiers come, we block them; if floods come, we dam them.
If one comes, we break a leg and throw them out,” Song Yun said, sipping his beer.
Li Yueyue kept trying to sneak some drinks, spotted by Song Yun who snatched them away.
He certainly didn’t want to send Li Yueyue home as a little drunkard.
Bang!!!
The door was kicked open for the second time, revealing a slightly overweight middle-aged man followed by a group of waiters with knives and steel pipes in their hands, each brandishing a weapon.
Upon entering, the man surveyed the crowd, pausing when he saw Mao Shan.
After all, Mao Shan’s physique was hard to overlook.
The middle-aged man clearly had insight, recognizing that the group seemed to center around Song Yun.
He made himself comfortable across from him and said, “Enjoying the drinks here, young man?”
“Not bad, apart from the rabble that showed up in between; the rest was okay,” Song Yun commented nonchalantly after taking a sip of beer.
“Well then, I’ve got to apologize on behalf of our people.
It’s my fault if you guys didn’t have a good time in my place.
Xiao Wu, go fetch that bottle of ’82 Lafite.”
Xiao Wu, the waiter, looked perplexed and went to get the wine, though he had expected his boss had summoned them for a fight, not to be chummy with these youngsters.
Despite his confusion, he obediently brought in the ’82 Lafite, announcing, “Boss, here’s your wine.”
“I’m a few years older than you all, the name’s Chen Sheng, and if you don’t mind, you can call me Brother Chen.
Come on, this ’82 Lafite is a fine drink.
I wouldn’t open it unless we had distinguished guests,” Chen Sheng poured everyone a glass, not sparing the women either.
Song Yun picked up the glass, eyeing what was known as the world’s most prestigious wine, and sneered, “Without knowing the source, Brother Chen, I simply can’t dare to drink this glass.”