The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Brother Chen is not afraid of things, nor is he afraid of things coming. He is not afraid of things coming, nor is he afraid of not things coming. He is afraid that things will not come, and he is also afraid that things will not come.

When he heard that someone dared to come to his territory to provoke him, he was immediately excited, rolled up his sleeves and rushed out without any care.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill them!"

Chen Yifan's younger brothers chased after him, shouting and yelling. Shen Ran also quickly followed him, and the group of people came to a bar in a mighty manner.

"Brother Chen is here~!"

The girl with green hair behind the bar winked at him and handed him a bottle of Corona. "There are ten of us this time, in the booth on the second floor."

"understood."

Chen Yifan took a sip of wine, leaned on the bar, and suddenly tapped Shen Ran's head with his finger, "Watch out, I'll teach you how to use the environment in actual combat."

There was a commotion on the second floor. Ten men in black sweatshirts were kicking over chairs. One of them, a man with a crew cut, was holding a beer bottle and cursing, "Where's Chen Yifan's grandson? Get him out..."

"Looking for your father?" a voice came from behind.

The moment the man with a crew cut turned around, the wine bottle had already hit his forehead. The moment the glass shards flew, Chen Yifan raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach, then grabbed the ashtray on the bar and smashed it accurately into the nose of another person who rushed over.

Shen Ran heard the sound of bones breaking, mixed with the screams of people around him.

"Fuck! How dare you touch my brother!"

Three of them pulled out switchblades, but Chen Yifan did not retreat but instead rushed forward, picking up the stainless steel ice bucket on the bar and smashing the bottom of the bucket on the wrist of the first man. The moment the knife fell to the ground, his knee was already on the man's ribs.

Shen Ran saw that he grabbed a handful of olives with his other hand and smashed them into the third person's eyes with some ice cubes. While the other person was covering his face, he hooked the handle of the ice bucket around his neck and pulled him back, then hit the back of his neck hard with his knee, causing the other person to kneel on the ground and scream in pain.

"Fuck..."

Seeing that he still had the strength to curse, Chen Yifan grabbed the bottom of the ice bucket with his left hand and hit the man hard on the head with the handle of the ice bucket with his right hand.

"I'll let you bark like a dog!"

bang bang bang

There were three dull thuds, and the ice bucket shattered, splashing water everywhere.

The man's head was cracked open, blood was gushing out, his vision went black, and he almost fainted.

The remaining people surrounded him in a fan shape. The switchblade in the hand of the man on the far right was shaking, and he didn't even notice that the tip of the knife cut his knuckles.

Seeing their leader so brave, the younger brothers around him instantly felt their blood boiling, and they all raised their fists and shouted, "Brother Chen is mighty!"

"Brother Chen is so domineering!"

"Brother Chen is a hero!"

"Brother Chen, kill them!"

The thin man on the left suddenly rushed over with a broken wine bottle in his hand. Chen Yifan dodged sideways while picking up the metal cocktail shaker on the bar with his right hand.

When the arc-shaped body of the weapon hit the opponent's ear, it made a dull sound similar to that of cracking a coconut shell.

The moment the thin man knelt on the ground, Chen Yifan raised his leg and stepped on the back of his hand, and his finger bones suddenly made a crisp sound.

"I hate it most when people run wild in my territory."

He swung the cocktail shaker into a silver beam, which hit the bridge of the nose of the man in front of him. At the moment when the blood mist splashed, Chen Yifan bent his elbow and hit the throat of the man on the right, while pinching the tendon on the inside of the man's wrist with his fingertips.

The switchblade fell to the ground. When he bent down to pick it up, Chen Yifan's blade was already against the other person's eyelid: "Left eye or right eye?"

"No, no! We were... sent by Scar Brother!"

These words made the tip of Chen Yifan's knife stop in mid-air.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly smashed the other person's temple with the handle of the knife. After watching the man roll his eyes and fall down, he slowly wiped the knife with his sleeve:

"That old Scar isn't dead yet?"

The remaining few people exchanged glances quickly, and suddenly turned around and tried to run. Chen Yifan picked up the champagne bottle on the bar and threw it, and the bottle exploded in the air.

He had already stepped on the sofa in the booth to catch up. Chen Yifan grabbed the last man by the back of the collar and threw him against the wall like a chicken.

"Why are you running?"

He pressed his knee against the man's sternum and slashed the man's left hand with the blade. "Aren't you going to collect protection money? Come, I'll teach you how to do it."

"what--!!!"

The tip of the knife suddenly pierced the first phalanx of the opponent's index finger, and the man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The sharp sound made Shen Ran cover his ears unconsciously, and he continued to watch the fun with a grimace.

Chen Yifan laughed even harder, "Remember, if you want to collect protection money, you have to cut off a finger first, otherwise how will people know that you are not begging for food?"

"Brother Chen! Be careful!"

As Shen Ran screamed, Chen Yifan felt the sound of breaking wind behind his head. As he turned sideways and kicked, he stabbed the attacker's lower abdomen with the switchblade in his hand.

The feeling of the blade sinking into flesh was like cutting into a medium-rare steak. He used the man's forward momentum to throw him over his shoulder and heard the dull thud of the shoulder blade hitting the tiled floor.

Seeing that they couldn't escape, the remaining gangsters decided to give it a try. A guy with dyed yellow hair grabbed a fire extinguisher and threw it at him. Chen Yifan dodged it with his head turned sideways, and the cylinder hit the wall by his earlobe, spraying white powder all over the room.

"Shen Ran!" Chen Yifan kicked away the twitching body at his feet and grabbed two bottles of tequila from the bar. "Next! Take this opportunity to practice."

When the glass bottle drew an arc in the air, Shen Ran instinctively reached out to catch it, but his hand was shaking and he almost broke it. Chen Yifan cursed "waste" and threw the bar stool at the reinforcements rushing up the stairs.

There were five men in black jackets, and the leader had a baton on his waist.

"Are all the Sky Eye Society dogs dead?" The leader looked at Shen Ran who rushed up tremblingly, "Letting women come out to take the bullet? What a fucking coward!"

Shen Ran's palms were sweaty as she held the bottle. One of the hooligans behind the leader whistled at her: "Sister, come here and give us a kiss, and we won't break your legs."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Yifan had already smashed his jaw with a baton. Blood foam mixed with broken teeth sprayed on Shen Ran's shoes, and she suddenly took a half step back.

When Chen Yifan kicked another person away, he caught a glimpse of Shen Ran's trembling shoulders and suddenly grabbed an empty wine glass and smashed it at her feet:

"What are you daydreaming about? Hit him on the head with a bottle!"

The target was the gangster with dyed yellow hair, who was crawling up from the ground, holding his ribs. Shen Ran raised the tequila, but his arm could not swing down.

The yellow-haired man looked up and saw her pale face. He suddenly rushed over with a grim smile: "You bitch! How dare you..."

boom--!

The moment the bottle exploded above the yellow-haired thug's head, Shen Ran heard the sound of his teeth chattering. The glass shards pierced into the yellow-haired thug's scalp, and he staggered two steps with a scream, fumbling with his hands to pull out the broken glass shards on his scalp and neck.

Chen Yifan walked over and kicked the dagger out of his hand, snatched the baton from him, and hit him three times in a row. After he fell to the ground, he kicked him again. After making sure that he couldn't stand up, he turned to Shen Ran and said:

"I'll leave these two pieces of trash to you to deal with."

After Chen Yifan finished speaking, he went to beat up the others, and added: "Use an ashtray to hit them, aim at the bridge of their noses, and if it breaks, they won't fight back."