Cheng Yuan, who was unwilling to be beaten for no reason, waved his fist and fought with a group of people.

The sound of smashing wine bottles, the crushing of wine glasses, the screams of women, the sound of laughter on the dance floor, the deafening sound of electric music, the sound of being too complicated, overshadowing the hand-to-hand combat of people turning on their backs.

When it comes to fighting, Cheng Yuan has never been afraid, let alone lost.

Cheng Yuan licked the wound at the corner of his lips, wiped away the blood stains hanging on his lips with his thumb, looked at the crowd lying on the ground and moaned, and said disdainfully: "You are looking for a beating!" ”

The woman sitting at the bar drinking looked at Cheng Yuan, her eyes slightly timid.

Cheng Yuan glanced at the scantily clad woman and beckoned to the bartender who was hiding in the far corner.

Although the bartender brother was scared,

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