I'm such a lovesick person.

Chapter 77: Bloody Battle at the Food Stall
"Boy, you have the guts!"

A cold light flashed in the thin middle-aged man's eyes, and before Wei Lin could get close, he hit him with a stick.

"boom!"

Wei Lin was hit hard on his left shoulder, but he still moved closer with his teeth bared.

When he hit Wei Lin with the bottle in his hand, the thin man dodged it slightly to the side and punched Wei Lin hard on the waist and abdomen with his empty hands.

"Damn it! Another martial artist!"

Wei Lin cursed inwardly and rushed forward regardless of everything.

The thin middle-aged man who was blocking the door was pushed out of the box by him, and the two of them came to the spacious hall together.

"Zhuang Qing! Ni Yang! Lin Bo! Let's go!"

"Call the police!"

Wei Lin yelled, and then noticed that there was no other diner in the hall except the boss, the chef and the waiter.

When the diners saw this group of people coming with sticks, they ran away.

In other private rooms, those people rushed out when they heard the noise, took a look at the other party's posture, and without saying a word, they all rushed to stand outside the hotel.

"This is a matter between us and Wu Feiyu, so stay out of our business."

The thin middle-aged man steadied himself, glanced coldly at the restless boss and waiter, and threatened, "If anyone dares to move, the restaurant will be closed, and you won't be able to escape afterward."

The boss and the waiter immediately became obedient.

But Wei Lin was not honest.

He picked up the mop in the corner, held a beer bottle in one hand and the mop in the other, and started the second wave of battle with the thin middle-aged man in the spacious hall.

In the hall, tables were overturned and stools were toppled over.

The two men were inseparable from each other.

At his reminder, Zhuang Qing, Ni Yang and Lin Bo left the box one after another.

"Brother Wei!"

"Wei Lin!"

The three of them screamed.

"Stay outside the restaurant, don't come in!"

While dealing with the thin man's stick, Wei Lin shouted loudly and waved at the other party with the mop in his hand.

"Why are you running? Lin Bo! Find something and hit it for me!"

"There are three of us, so why should we be afraid of him alone?"

Zhuang Qing didn't listen to him at all. After saying this, she rushed straight to the kitchen.

When she came out, she had a kitchen knife in her hand and ran towards the thin middle-aged man with murderous intent.

The thin man's face changed, and he was also frightened by her ferocity. He cursed angrily: "Little bitch, you dare to use a knife?!"

"Your mom is the bitch!"

A trace of bloodshot flashed in Zhuang Qing's beautiful eyes. While Wei Lin was struggling with him, she swung the kitchen knife in her hand and chopped him down.

The thin man was shocked.

The lethality of a mop and a kitchen knife is not at the same level at all, and Zhuang Qing didn't seem to want to scare him. He no longer cared about Wei Lin and was busy dodging Zhuang Qing's kitchen knife.

So, Wei Lin's mop and beer bottle started to fall all over his body.

"Pong!"

The beer bottle exploded on his forehead, glass shards splashed everywhere, and the thin man was injured on the spot.

Blood flowed down his cheeks, making him look hideous and terrifying.

Wei Lin was not afraid at all. He pulled off the mop head and twisted the thinner stick to continue greeting him.

The thin man was beaten to a pulp by the two men because Zhuang Qing, who was holding a knife, joined in. The tall and big Lin Bo was also inspired by Zhuang Qing's bravery and joined the battle with a bench in his hand.

"Fuck it! Go!"

The thin man roared at the box where a fight was taking place.

A group of guys holding sticks were quite disciplined and ran out quickly after hearing the words.

"Brother Hao, you?"

Seeing the thin man in the hall with blood all over his head and face, these guys felt extremely incredible, and then glared at Wei Lin and others with murderous eyes.

"The police car is coming, let's go!"

The thin man stared at Wei Lin for the last time and left the hall first.

At the entrance of the hotel, people watching the excitement screamed and moved away.

……

"Wei Lin, are you okay?!"

As soon as the person left, Zhuang Qing, still holding the kitchen knife, came to Wei Lin immediately, her face full of worry and concern.

Her sportswear was stained with oil and vegetable scraps, and the hand holding the knife was shaking slightly from the repeated waving and her excessive nervousness and excitement.

She was right-handed and wanted to touch Wei Lin's shoulder which was hit by a stick, but she accidentally picked up the kitchen knife.

She hurriedly put down the kitchen knife and used her left hand to touch Wei Lin's shoulder, her eyes full of heartache: "I saw that you were hit here, is there anything wrong with the bone?"

Wei Lin looked at her quietly.

At this moment, Wei Lin felt that if there was a similar love value system in Zhuang Qing's mind, he would be able to sense that he was constantly contributing love value to it.

Rather than favorability.

He admitted that he also had feelings for Zhuang Qing, but it was only a good impression before and had not risen to the level of love.

But after this wave of events, his favorable impression has undergone a qualitative change.

When he was fighting with the thin man, he was still at a slight disadvantage. He only wanted to avoid affecting Zhuang Qing and others, and hoped that they could leave the food stall safely.

Zhuang Qing's performance shocked and moved him.

He had never imagined that a wealthy young lady like Zhuang Qing would actually rush into the kitchen, grab a kitchen knife, and get involved in such a dangerous situation just for him. "Don't worry, I'm tough, it's nothing serious."

Wei Lin tried to smile, but it affected the injured and painful part of his body, so he ended up grimacing.

But he still smiled, and it was an ugly smile.

Zhuang Qing's hands were still touching his body, asking him "Does it hurt here?" and "Does it hurt there?" Anyone could see her concern for Wei Lin.

Wei Lin felt warm in his heart and his eyes softened.

He adjusted his smile, trying to make it smaller to appear as if nothing was wrong with him, and said, "The way you chop people with the knife is beautiful."

Zhuang Qing was stunned.

Seeing that he was still in the mood to talk about this, I guessed that he was probably fine, so I said, "The way you twisted the beer bottle and rushed towards the leader was also very handsome."

When their eyes met, there was a strange light flashing in their eyes.

After a few seconds, they each looked away from each other.

——Wu Feiyu and Zhao Yuanqing stepped out of the box.

Zhao Yuanqing, with a bruised face and swollen nose, rubbed his swollen face with one hand and his stomach with the other, complaining: "Xiao Wu, why is it so dangerous to have a meal with you?"

He wasn't actually greeted too harshly.

After a beer bottle was thrown and missed, only one person took care of him with a stick, and he wisely shrank into the corner to defend himself, while the rest of the people's sticks all hit Wu Feiyu.

He saw that Wu Feiyu was still unwilling to give in under the sticks of several people. He moved sideways like a cheetah, ignoring the attacks of the sticks, and fought with the opponents with his fists and feet.

Zhao Yuanqing was shocked.

It was then that he realized that Wu Feiyu was not only a basketball expert, but also extremely good at fighting.

He described it as fighting instead of brawling because Wu Feiyu fought in an organized manner and was obviously well versed in this art. He was different from those fighters he had met before.

"I'm sorry for causing everyone so much trouble."

Wu Feiyu was genuinely sorry and explained, "When I was first transferred to Linjiang City, I initially worked as a criminal police officer and handled several cases. Today's incident is definitely related to those cases. I will investigate thoroughly and make sure no one involved will escape."

After that, he asked again: "Wei Lin, are you okay?"

When Wu Feiyu saw Zhuang Qing holding a kitchen knife and Lin Bo putting down the bench, he was obviously surprised.

He was not surprised by Wei Lin's behavior when the conflict first broke out. After all, they had discussed the incident in the provincial capital.

A guy like Wei Lin, who dares to step on the accelerator and risk his life to challenge Duan Hongjing, would definitely not be cowardly when encountering a similar incident.

This is true.

At the moment the fierce fight broke out, Wei Lin chose to capture the leader first. He twisted the beer bottle and beat the leader who was giving orders out of the box, which relieved a lot of pressure on him.

He knew very well that if the leader was watching from the box, the participants would certainly work extremely hard.

With a leader's guidance, those guys won't fight like a loose group. Just a few precise suggestions could cause him to suffer a great loss.

If the leader had been directly involved, his injuries today would definitely be much more serious than they are now.

What really surprised him was Zhuang Qing.

Before this, he just vaguely felt that Zhuang Qing was quite tough.

I didn't expect that when something really happened, this woman would be so tough. She even dared to pick up a kitchen knife to fight against this group of guys who were obviously not good people.

"It's okay. Everyone is fine except you and Zhao Yuanqing." Wei Lin smiled calmly and said, "Xiao Wu, don't take it too seriously. Besides, it's not easy to do your job!"

"Wei Lin, why didn't you let me go?" Zhao Yuanqing yelled with a look of grievance, "If you had let me go, I would have gone with Lin Bo and the others and avoided getting beaten up!"

"If I ask you to leave, will you leave?" Wei Lin asked.

Zhao Yuanqing laughed heartily: "My two brothers are fighting with others. Even if I can't win, I still have to join in!"

"Brother Wei, I, I..." Ni Yang stammered and opened his mouth to speak.

There were six people, and five of them participated in this sudden violent incident. Only he shrank aside and watched, which made him feel ashamed to face them.

"You're still a college student, and a freshman at that. You're very brave not to run outside directly." Wei Lin patted his shoulder, signaling him not to mind it.

After hearing this, Ni Yang immediately felt much better.

Several police cars arrived late.

"Brother Wu!"

"Xiao Wu!"

As soon as the investigators came in and saw Wu Feiyu, they surrounded him with anger and worry.

"Wei Lin, you guys go to the hospital for a checkup first, I'll take care of this."

"They are my friends. They got into trouble because of me. Let me tell you about the incident. I want them to check and see if there is any problem."

Wu Feiyu said.

The investigators nodded one after another.

Wei Lin called a designated driver, and everyone took his seven-seater Land Cruiser all the way to the hospital to register, take X-rays and receive treatment.

Zhuang Qing and Lin Bo were not seriously injured. Zhao Yuanqing only suffered superficial injuries due to the bruises on his face and nose. Wei Lin had multiple soft tissue contusions, but no serious bones were broken.

After being prescribed some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing medicines and some plasters, everyone left the hospital.

"That's all for today. Everyone's tired. Zhao Yuanqing, call a car and take them back to Linjiang University. I'll take Zhuang Qing away."

Wei Lin gave an instruction and immediately found a second designated driver.

On the way to Junhe Mansion, the designated driver was in front, and Wei Lin and Zhuang Qing sat in the second row at the back.

"Zhuang Qing."

Wei Lin looked at her beautiful profile and asked softly, "Why did you think of rushing to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife?"

Zhuang Qing turned to look at him and said, "I'm a woman. I'm at a disadvantage with my bare hands, and I definitely can't win. How can I deal with him without a kitchen knife?"

In the front row, the designated driver, who was concentrating on driving, was startled and thought to himself, "Good boy!"

……

(End of this chapter)