The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 118 Pay him back ten times!

Ling Feng flashed out behind him: "Yes, young master."

A cold light flashed, and the man let out a howl like killing a pig, which made everyone tremble.

Everyone took a closer look, and saw that the man's hand on the bar was nailed to the bar by a scalpel from the back of his hand through his palm.

Obviously, the tendon was broken.

The people present gasped.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the decisive and decisive Bingshan Emperor, so ruthless and direct!

Only Yan Zhixin, who was out of state, had her eyes widened, and clapped her hands desperately after a long while: "Good saber skills, amazing!"

Ling Feng smiled slightly, bowed and said, "Miss Xie praises you."

This sentence is tantamount to revealing her identity.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.

She turned out to be Bingshan Emperor's family? !

Imperial family?

That is simply a legendary existence!
Yan Zhixin pouted her mouth noncommittally, and continued to lie in Mo Junting's arms to complain: "There is another person, he got into my wine."

Mo Junting's expression was suddenly piercingly cold: "What material?"

Yan Zhixin said three words: "Chlorine K2."

Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Ling Feng explained on his behalf: "Chlorine K2, that is, fan+female+dry+powder, is the most commonly used drug in entertainment venues, which can lead to promiscuous sex."

Mo Junting raised his hand to pinch Yan Zhixin's chin: "Did you drink?"

Yan Zhixin shook her head, thought of something, nodded again: "I vomited it out."

Mo Junting spat out two words: "gargle."

Ling Feng handed over a glass filled with clean water.

Yan Zhixin said "Oh", and obediently rinsed her mouth three times in front of him: "Okay."

Mo Junting looked at the crowd again, his eyes were as calm as a sea without wind, but those eyes were so cold that it made people jump in fear: "Where is the person who gave the medicine?"

The person who administered the medicine was the man's accomplice. After seeing the man dripping with blood, he quietly moved towards the back door while everyone was not paying attention.

But the bar was already surrounded by Mo Junting's people, how could he get out?
When he heard Mo Junting calling him, he panicked, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", tears and snot flowing together: "Master Di, I was wrong! I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

He slapped himself while talking, the sound of slapping was very clear in the quiet bar, and within a short while he slapped his face until his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Mo Junting was unmoved, and his voice was as cold as snow from Siberia: "As much as he poured into the wine glass, return it to him ten times."

His voice was deep and sweet, but it fell on the ears of everyone in the bar, like a thunderbolt, blowing everyone's souls away.

Ten times the dose, no need to live.

Those who originally wanted to attack Yan Zhixin, but stood still after seeing someone take action felt chills in their hearts.

Fortunately, they didn't do anything, otherwise those two would be their end!
Ling Feng's work efficiency was extremely high, and he quickly verified the amount of wine in Yan Zhixin's cup, made a glass of wine that was exactly ten times the dose, no more, no less, and asked two bodyguards to hold the man down, and poured the wine down himself.

Seeing the man collapsed on the ground, Mo Junting turned around and walked out the door with Yan Zhixin in his arms.

When passing by the bar owner, he paused and said slowly, "The bar is closed."

The bar owner nearly fell over.

It's not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen in bars, but why did the target this time be someone from Mo Junting, and he didn't stop it?

Now, no one can protect him.

(End of this chapter)