My Ares Son-in-Law

Suddenly, Yun Yuyan kissed Xiao Chen on the face. The "bo" sound was particularly clear in the quiet bar.

Xiao Chen was stunned by this sudden action and a blush appeared on his face.

Yun Yuyan didn't care at all and said excitedly: "Brother Xiao, today I rely on you, otherwise I would be in trouble today. You are like my savior, coming down from the sky and beating those bad guys to a pulp. Today we won't go home until we are drunk, I want to toast you a few glasses!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Xiao Chen's arm and pulled him towards the beverage area of ​​the bar. She looked as if she couldn't wait to start a carnival party.

Xiao Chen raised his chin slightly, and his sharp chin line drew a cold and tough arc under the flashing neon lights of the bar.

His eyes slowly swept over the warriors lying all over the ground. They were in a mess, some of them were holding their ribs tightly with their hands, their bodies trembling slightly due to pain.

Some of them curled up their knees, like scarecrows blown over by the wind, unable to fight back.

Xiao Chen raised his foot and kicked the half-dead yellow-haired guy at his feet lightly.

After this kick, the yellow-haired man felt as if he had been electrocuted and his body twitched violently twice, but his cries of pain seemed to be strangled by an invisible big hand, stuck in his throat and he could not make any sound.

"What should we do with these people?" Xiao Chen retracted his foot and glanced at Yun Yuyan who was standing quietly beside him.

Yun Yuyan gracefully bent her knees and squatted down, and the tip of her high heels gently tapped the figure closest to her.

The man's nose was crooked and collapsed to one side. He looked extremely miserable, with blood foam still hanging from the corners of his mouth.

At the moment when the tip of her shoe touched the other person's chest, the man seemed to be greatly stimulated and suddenly started coughing violently. Along with the cough, a few strands of blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

"They are just superficial injuries," Yun Yuyan said nonchalantly, as if the bloody scene before her eyes was just an everyday occurrence. "At most, two ribs were broken. No one will die. Just leave them here. When they sober up, they will naturally get up."

As she spoke, beer foam slowly slid down the corners of her mouth and condensed into tiny droplets on her white collarbone.

Xiao Chen frowned and asked, "I mean, after being beaten like this, they won't call for help to seek revenge?"

The scene from half an hour ago involuntarily emerged in his mind, when Yin Mo and more than 20 people arrogantly surrounded him, with his nose in the air, and his custom-made suit was as straight as a blade that could easily cut through the air, but there was a cold poison in his pupils behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Yun Yuyan suddenly stood up, a faint smile on her lips: "It's not revenge for my father's murder, it's just a fight for face between young people."

She stood on tiptoe slightly, raised her hand and patted Xiao Chen's shoulder. Under her loose sports vest, the dark red whip mark on the side of her waist was faintly visible, like a dormant red snake.

"When Yin Mo brought his men here, he thought he could crush us like ants into mud. Now that he has suffered such a big setback, he must be embarrassed. But in this ancient city, the importance of seniority is passed down." She suddenly lowered her voice, and the smell of alcohol gently blew into Xiao Chen's ears. "The grudges between the younger generations must be settled by the younger generations. Today's fight is completely over."

Xiao Chen couldn't help but chuckle, and the vibration of his chest shook off a thin layer of dust on his shoulders.

"So there are such rules here." Yun Yuyan explained patiently: "The ancient city is not big, but it is not small either. We can see each other easily."

She suddenly leaned forward, slightly approaching Xiao Chen, the flickering light of neon lights reflected in her eyes, as if hiding the stars in the sky, "If we had to compete with numbers and power every time we met, we would have been swallowed up by this world. Young people should rely on fists to make things right. If you are not convinced once, then fight again until you are convinced. When the day comes that you can no longer swing your fists, it is time to calm down and live a good life..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Liang limped over, holding his swollen cheek.

The left side of his face was swollen like over-fermented dough that was about to burst, and his right eye was so swollen that only a thin slit remained, making it almost impossible to see anything.

But even so, he still grinned and shouted loudly: "Brother Xiao's side kick was so refreshing! The guy surnamed Jiang was so arrogant just now, his nose was almost up in the air, but Brother Xiao kicked him and made him lie on the ground chewing mud!"

He suddenly bent over and started coughing violently, with a faint trace of blood seeping out from between his fingers. "Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant again in the future!"

Inside the bar, the sudden burst of laughter was like a surging wave, shaking the dazzling crystal chandelier, and the crystal beads on the lamp collided with each other, making a crackling sound.

A dozen young figures were staggering here and there, slumped in the luxurious booths, like a group of wild cats that had just finished a fierce fight, all of them grinning, looking embarrassed and unruly.

Someone was pulling hard at the collar of his torn shirt, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to let out all the breath he had been holding back from the fight.

Some people were pressing bottles of icy beer tightly against their cheeks which were swollen like pig heads. The coolness made them unable to help but let out a slight hissing sound.

The one who was the worst off had a butterfly-shaped Band-Aid stuck crookedly on his nose, but it didn't affect him at all as he followed the rhythm of the crowd. He slapped the bar counter to keep the beat, his face filled with joy of surviving a disaster.

The warm yellow halo was like melted honey, flowing slowly on every young face, gently coating their bruised eyes and scratched mouth corners into a warm amber color. Even the alcohol molecules floating freely in the air seemed to be infected by this halo, and were stained with leaping joy.

"Cheers!" This shout came from somewhere, and in an instant, seven or eight glasses crashed into the bar in unison like well-trained soldiers.

The ice cubes and wine collide wildly against the walls of the glass, making a crisp symphony of clinking sounds, like a different kind of music.

Yun Yuyan's slender, jade-white fingers gracefully held the goblet, and the rim of the cup lightly tapped on Xiao Chen's mug, making a crisp and pleasant sound just like jade hitting each other.

A few strands of hair were scattered on her temples, and the hair stuck to her cheeks due to the sweat. The corners of her eyes were charmingly flushed because of the fierce fight just now.

But even so, she tried her best to put on the usual arrogant attitude of the eldest daughter of the Yun family, and said softly, "If Mr. Xiao doesn't mind, I will call you Brother Xiao from now on? After all, today's scene is more like the scene of sworn brotherhood in martial arts novels, revealing a sense of heroism and casualness."

Xiao Chen leaned leisurely against the bar, "It's really unrealistic of me to be favored by the eldest lady of the Yun family."

Outside the glass window, colorful neon signs emit charming light, and the light shines through the wine, refracting colorful spots, as if adding a bit of fantasy to the bar. (End of this chapter)