Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

Under the lights, Feng Yiran's slightly flushed face was slightly tipsy, and her pink clothes could not cover her pale skin. Her legs under the short skirt were long and white.

People at the next few tables glanced at him from time to time.

The bald man glanced back, laughed, and cursed, "Pathetic!"

"Hehe, big brother, I'll go flirt with them, just in case! Tsk tsk, those legs, I could play with them for a year!" The blond guy rubbed his hands together and stood up.

"Suit yourself." The bald man waved his hand dismissively and continued drinking with his underlings.

The blond-haired man strolled over to Lin Xuan's table and plopped down in the seat that Lin Xuan had just vacated.

Feng Yiran was looking down at her phone, thinking it was Lin Xuan returning. She was about to lean softly against him, her voice sweet and coquettish:

"Brother~"

When she got halfway there, she smelled a strong smell of smoke and turned her head to look.

It's not Lin Xuan!

It was a strange man with dyed yellow hair, a sleazy look on his face, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, staring at me with a silly grin.

Feng Yiran was startled and quickly sat up straight, her face instantly transforming into a cold expression:

Who are you?

The blond-haired man grinned, even happier, revealing a set of yellow teeth: "Beautiful lady, how about I buy you a couple of drinks?"

"Not interested." Feng Yiran frowned and moved to the side.

But the blond guy was shameless. Instead of leaving, he moved even closer: "Hey, no, let's get to know each other! We're pretty well-connected around here, we'll treat you to karaoke later!"

"I told you I'm not interested!" Feng Yiran turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him.

At this moment, Wang Hao staggered back after drinking, and seeing a stranger standing next to him harassing Feng Yiran, he shouted, emboldened by the alcohol:

"No, who are you?"

The blond-haired man glanced at Wang Hao, ignored him, and continued, "Give me some face, or we could add each other on WeChat, okay?"

When Wang Hao realized that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, his temper flared up instantly.

"I'll give you whatever face you want! Get lost! Don't disturb our dinner!"

He spoke loudly, and all his colleagues who were drinking and fooling around looked over.

Yellow Hair slowly stood up, glancing sideways at Wang Hao:

"Hey sir, what's it to you? Get out of my way!"

Wang Hao didn't want to cause trouble, but when he saw that there were more than a dozen people on his side and only one person on the other side, and that his colleagues were all watching him.

Confident, he took a step forward: "Try saying that again!"

The blond-haired man sneered and tapped Wang Hao's chest: "I said—get lost, understand?!"

After saying that, he plopped down and crossed his legs.

That clearly meant:

I'm not leaving today, let's see what you can do to me!

Wang Hao instantly lost face.

So many colleagues are watching!

If I back down, how will I ever get along in the department again?

The alcohol, combined with the atmosphere, made Wang Hao act impulsively, and he reached out to grab the blond-haired man's arm: "Get up!"

"You think I'm giving you the time of day?!"

The blond-haired man suddenly flung his hand away and kicked out at the same time.

Caught off guard, and already unsteady from drinking, Wang Hao was kicked solidly in the stomach.

He cried out "Ouch!" and stumbled backward, landing hard on his bottom.

"Brother Hao!"

Several male colleagues immediately surrounded him upon seeing this.

But the blond-haired man wasn't afraid at all. He picked up a beer bottle, smashed it, leaving only the spiky neck, and pointed it at the crowd:

"What, you want to come at me all at once, bro!"

He stood up, looked around, and then shouted to the other side.

The bald man had noticed the commotion earlier, and seeing that things were getting out of hand, he frowned and led his men over.

"What's wrong?"

The moment seven or eight thugs stood there, their aura changed instantly.

Bald head, gold chain, tattoos—he looks like a gangster.

The white-collar workers in the First Marketing Department usually come into contact with high-end individuals.

Where have I ever seen such a scene before?

The male colleagues who were just indignant now hesitated.

Especially seeing them all wielding bottles, it felt like they might start a fight at any moment.

Wang Hao got up from the ground, with a large shoe print on his stomach.

Being kicked down in front of everyone made him feel incredibly ashamed.

He pointed at the blond-haired man and cursed, "Damn it, you dare hit someone! Fine! You just wait, I'll have someone kill you all!"

As he spoke, he reached for his phone to make a call.

Upon hearing this, the bald man's face darkened.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice indifferent: "Looking for someone? Sure!"

He waved to his henchmen: "Take this kid back and let him search at his leisure!"

Upon hearing this, several henchmen rushed forward without saying a word.

On the other hand, when Wang Hao saw things really getting out of hand, several of his colleagues took a few steps back in fear.

Wang Hao was grabbed by the collar by two men and dragged forward.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight!

the other side.

Lin Xuan walked over from the side while making a phone call, a smile on his face:

"Okay! Good, Sister Zhao!"

"I'll be back in a bit, aren't you going to sleep first?"

"Wait for me to sleep together? The emphasis is on 'together,' or...?"

"Hehe, okay, I'm fine, I just had a meal with my colleagues."

"Tong Yao hasn't gone back yet? But since she hasn't called you, she should be fine. Why don't you go check on her tomorrow, since it's Saturday?"

"Okay, I'll hang up now. I'll wait for you to get back!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xuanchong walked over.

After walking a few steps, he realized that a group of people were gathered around the large table where he had been sitting, and the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Wait, why is Wang Hao being grabbed by the neck?

Lin Xuan frowned and stepped forward.

"What... is this?"

When Wang Hao saw Lin Xuan return, he perked up a bit. He didn't know where he got the strength, but he managed to stop himself from being dragged by the two people.

He didn't forget to say to Lin Xuan, "Little Lin, stand back a bit, so you don't get hurt if the fight breaks out. Don't worry, I'll call for help right away!"

As he spoke, he raised his phone and searched for a number.

"I'll fucking teach you to yell!"

Huang Mao wasn't going to put up with Wang Hao. As soon as he saw Wang Hao still looking at his phone, he slapped him hard across the face.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Wang Hao's phone fell to the ground.

Crushed.

Not only was the screen shattered, but black smoke also started billowing out.

"Oh shit!"

Seeing this, several colleagues finally couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them grabbed a wine bottle and rushed over.

On the other side, the bald man's henchmen had been holding back for a long time and were ready to start a fight.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as the atmosphere reached its climax, the bald man suddenly shouted, stopping both sides.

All twenty-odd people on both sides looked at the bald man.

But the bald man was looking at Lin Xuan at that moment.

His eyes widened, and there was...fear in them?

"Lin...Brother Lin! What are you doing here?"