"Who the hell are you?"
"Kid, get lost."
As soon as they saw someone approaching, Da Xiong and Er Zhuang immediately pushed away the beauties in their arms and rushed forward like black bears, blocking the path of the floral shirt group.
The entire sofa area fell silent.
The brothers also withdrew their hands.
"What's going on?"
"Are you two crazy?"
Seeing that they were blocked and treated so rudely, several rich second-generation heirs around the floral shirt, acting as bullies, stepped forward and directly shoved Da Xiong and Er Zhuang.
"Damn it, are you looking for trouble?"
Brother Shan jumped up with a splash.
"You dare to lay hands? You're asking for a beating!"
Xiao Bi directly grabbed a beer bottle.
Whoosh...
In almost an instant, all forty-plus people brought by Leng Shao pushed away their respective beauties and stood up uniformly. Each of them looked menacing, reeking of alcohol, and surrounded them.
The two sides pointed fingers at each other. The rich second-generation heirs were unconvinced, but Leng Shao and Brother Shan's group, backed by Ye Zixiao, became even more unrestrained, with dozens of beer bottles raised above their heads.
"Calm down, don't mess around."
Just then, the Smiling Tiger manager, leading more than a dozen internal security guards, rushed over. The internal security guards moved in and began to push Ye Zixiao's group.
It was obvious.
The manager knew the floral shirt group.
"Damn it, what's the meaning of this?"
"What are you doing, want to fight?"
Leng Shao and Brother Shan were about to lose their temper.
"Young Master Ye, calm down!"
The Smiling Tiger squeezed through the crowd, rushed to Ye Zixiao's side, and said with a forced smile, "You can't start anything. He's Second Young Master Xiao, the son of Second Master Xiao, Xiao Jian. This place belongs to him!"
"Oh!!!"
Ye Zixiao actually smiled.
"Leng Shao, Xiao Shan."
Tang Keke suddenly spoke.
"What is it, Sister-in-law?"
"What are your orders?"
Leng Shao and Xiao Shan immediately rushed over.
"Are you two useless? People come to cause trouble, and you can only talk? This is Young Master Ye's style. No matter who it is, if they dare to act tough with us, beat them to death."
Tang Keke issued the command domineeringly.
"Understood!"
"Absolutely!"
With the authorization from Leng Shao and Xiao Shan, they feared nothing. Leng Shao directly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, go for it! Damn it, beat them to death."
"Go, kill them all."
Xiao Shan shouted and led the charge himself.
"Go!"
"Kill these bastards."
"Don't crowd, let me do it."
"Damn it..."
In an instant, the third floor exploded.
Leng Shao's forty-plus men were notorious in Beihai City for their brutal fighting. They didn't care who they were up against. Even if it were the King of Hell, with Ye Zixiao present, they dared to kill him.
Although Brother Shan's group had fewer people, their combat effectiveness was not low. Especially Da Xiong and Er Zhuang, they were truly like bears when they went berserk. As for Xiao Bi, this kid was skilled at sneak attacks.
Beer bottles flew everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, blood was drawn.
Ye Zixiao's subordinates smashed over a hundred beer bottles in one go, taking down all the internal security guards. That group of rich second-generation heirs didn't even have a chance to fight back.
"I'll go to your mother!"
"Don't run, go cry."
Brother Shan and Xiao Bi, seeing that all the bottles were gone, began using the broken bottle mouths and sharp glass shards to stab relentlessly, causing the opposite side to wail continuously!
"Keep going, make them cry!"
Leng Shao also started stabbing.
The dozen-plus internal security guards and the dozen-plus rich second-generation heirs, already beaten to a bloody pulp, now faced even more terrifying attacks. Cries of agony intensified, some ran, some surrendered.
"Stop hitting them!"
"Oh my God, someone's going to die!"
"Are you all crazy?"
The beaten party screamed.
Not far away, the floral shirt was smoking a cigarette, watching everything with a smile. Clearly, his people were being beaten to a pulp, but the floral shirt was not anxious at all, and even found it amusing.
That's right.
The floral shirt was named Xiao Jian.
His father was Xiao Erhu, the fiercest of the Xiao family's five tigers, and managed many businesses. This entertainment city was managed by Xiao Jian, a real big shot.
When Ye Zixiao arrived, the largest sofa area was occupied by Xiao Jian and a group of rich second-generation heirs entertaining themselves. Xiao Jian had noticed Young Master Ye long ago and had come to greet him.
Unexpectedly, he was beaten!
"This is quite interesting!"
Xiao Jian flicked the ash off his cigarette with a smile.
"Young Master Jian, should I go?"
A man in his thirties asked.
His name was Hong Song, one of the many retainers kept by the Xiao family. He was a powerful Martial God, and his sole job was to protect Xiao Jian's personal safety.
"No need, let them fight!"
Xiao Jian flicked his cigarette butt away, a smile playing on his lips, "No matter who this Young Master Ye is, I welcome anyone who causes trouble here. As long as he has money, he can fight however he wants!"
"Understood!"
Hong Song nodded coldly.
The beer bottle battlefield.
Another twenty-plus internal security guards joined the fight, which was the last force of the Hundred Flowers Tower. Because this was the Xiao family's territory, trouble was rare, so they didn't keep too many internal security guards.
Logically speaking, internal security guards are usually capable fighters. However, the Xiao family's internal security guards were accustomed to a leisurely life, rarely getting a chance to fight more than twice a month. They were all fat and strong, but clumsy.
More importantly.
Their opponents were Leng Shao's group.
Leng Shao's group might not have the physical advantage over the internal security guards, but they dared to fight, kill, and risk their lives. As the saying goes, the soft fear the hard, the hard fear the fierce, and the fierce fear those who are desperate.
Reckless individuals are the most feared by adults. They fight without restraint and are truly difficult to deal with!
About ten more minutes passed.
The fight finally stopped!
Most of Ye Zixiao's brothers were injured, and a few had collapsed on the sofas, but none were seriously wounded. Especially Brother Shan and Xiao Bi, they hadn't even broken a sweat.
On the contrary.
The twenty-plus internal security guards were beaten to a bloody pulp, and those sycophantic rich second-generation heirs were even more miserable. A few had fainted, and some even had their arms broken!
Screams!
Wails!
Resounded throughout the entertainment city.
The VIP customers on the third floor had all gathered behind Xiao Jian. Those on the second and first floors couldn't get up, some looking up, some crowding the stairwell, watching the commotion.
"Too arrogant!"
"Exactly, daring to come here and stir up trouble?"
"Young Master Jian, just kill them!"
None of the distinguished guests gathered behind Xiao Jian failed to recognize Xiao Jian. Most of them were from official families and had ties to the Xiao family.
"No rush, let them finish fighting!"
Xiao Jian tilted his head back and laughed arrogantly.
Ye Zixiao's sofa area was now a mess. The beauties were huddled on a single sofa, some even sitting on the ground, covering their eyes in terror, not daring to move.
"Damn it, who else is not convinced?"
"Come on, get up and fight again?"
"Shit, weren't you guys so tough?"
"Bastards, you're nothing."
Leng Shao and Brother Shan, seeing that everyone on the other side had fallen, seemed unsatisfied. While shouting, they continued to kick the heads of those on the ground.
Another round of wails.
More people were kicked into unconsciousness.
"Damn it!"
Ye Zixiao finally spoke.
He held the only surviving bottle of wine in his left hand and Tang Keke's thigh in his right, saying, "The great war is imminent, and the common people are suffering, yet these beasts are living it up here. They deserve a beating!"
"Are my legs smooth?"
Tang Keke didn't respond to his remark.
"They're okay, good enough to touch!"
Ye Zixiao naturally grabbed another handful.
Just then.
Young Master Jian walked over again.