She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

"What do you do?" The boy raised an eyebrow dismissively. "Are you perhaps a family heirloom 'framing expert'?"

Lin Mo's face turned icy. "If you don't want your tongue anymore, then keep spewing nonsense! Let me give you a piece of advice: you scum living in the sewers, daring to treat Yang Miao like this, you won't have a good ending when Yang Miao's family arrives! If you don't want to die, leave here now, otherwise..."

"Oh, threatening us?"

Lin Mo sneered: "You lot? You don't need to be threatened. You're just a few pieces of trash that wouldn't even make a splash if thrown into a cesspool."

"You...!" The boy's face turned red, and he couldn't utter a single curse for a long time.

"Who the hell are you calling scum and trash!"

"I'll kill you, you believe me!" Lin Mo may not be outstanding in other aspects, but when it comes to cursing, he has never met his match in all these years.

Seeing the several burly men opposite him shouting and about to pounce, he wasn't intimidated at all.

He sneered, "Whoever barks is the one to talk! Kill me? Fine! Come on over here if you dare. Your grandpa is right here. If you don't kill me today, I'll make sure you never see the sun rise outside again!"

"Fuck your mother!"

"Kill him, stop him from spouting nonsense here!"

As soon as the argument ended, several dark figures rushed forward.

The hallway outside the private room instantly descended into chaos.

Although Lin Mo knew some martial arts, he was no match for four hands.

Moreover, the corridor was not spacious enough, and five or six people surrounded him, trapping him in the middle in an instant.

A barrage of punches and kicks rained down on Lin Mo, who had long since lost all sense of strategy. He closed his eyes and wildly threw punches, not caring whether he could hit anyone or not, relying entirely on luck.

When Han Xi and Fang Li went upstairs, the first thing they saw was a corridor surrounded by a large group of people.

Judging from the situation, a fight has clearly broken out inside.

Han Xi gave the manager who followed him a cold glance, and the manager quickly waved to the security guards behind him to maintain order.

With the intervention of security guards, a gap was quickly opened in the tightly blocked corridor.

Han Xi pulled Fang Li through the crowd and towards the center of the crowd.

The two were still wearing their work attire from earlier that day: one in a black suit with a white shirt underneath, and the other in a Korean-style dark blue business suit.

The handsome man and beautiful woman attracted everyone's attention as they passed by.

"Who's that man? He's so handsome!"

"I don't know, but he doesn't look like an ordinary person. Look at the woman next to him, I've never seen such a beautiful woman before!"

"What are they doing here? They can't just be here to watch the show, can they?"

"What are you talking about? Didn't you see the bar manager bowing and scraping? It's obvious something's up!"

Listening to the intermittent discussions around them, the two soon walked out of the crowd and arrived at the center of the incident.

unexpectedly.

Just as they broke through the encirclement, a beer bottle half-filled with alcohol was thrown straight at them.

Han Xi reacted swiftly.

Before Fang Li could even see what the approaching shadow was, she was suddenly encircled by a solid chest, followed by the sound of a bottle shattering through the man's chest.

She paused for a moment, then quickly looked up.

"How are you? Are you okay?"

Han Xi's expression darkened slightly, but his demeanor remained unchanged as he gently shook his head at her.

Fang Li breathed a slight sigh of relief, but she was still worried.

She tried to turn his back to take a look, but Han Xi held her tightly in his arms, protecting her and preventing her from moving.

Han Xi, his dark eyes fixed on the group of people wrestling in front of him, frowned coldly, silently pulled Fang Li behind him, and then slowly took off his coat and handed it to her.

Fang Li, not understanding why, casually took it and hugged it to her chest.

Just as I was about to ask him what he planned to do, I saw the man elegantly roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, layer by layer, until they reached his elbows...

Lin Mo was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his arms.

This was the first time he had ever been so embarrassed, as the chief assistant to the CEO of the Han Group.

Even being stripped naked by that CEO Chen in Hangzhou last time was nothing compared to today, being beaten and suppressed by a bunch of scumbags!

At this moment, Lin Mo's eyes and mouth were covered in bruises, and his gray shirt was no longer as smooth as before. It was wrinkled and covered in bloodstains, with several tears exposing the skin underneath.

The young boy had just smashed a wine bottle, emptying it completely. Taking advantage of the chaos, he somehow found a metal craft item, raised it, and lunged at Lin Mo.

"Fuck your mother! You wanted to kill me? Come on then! Let's see who kills whom today. You weakling, you dare to act like a hero on my turf? I'll show you what arrogance is!"

He shouted arrogantly, but he never moved forward.

Hiding behind a few men, he would seize any opportunity to sneak in and strike once or twice.

Six people were fighting Lin Mo, and even so, all of them still ended up with bruises on their faces.

Lin Mo was clearly enraged; he was throwing anything he could grab without looking, and anyone who got close to him would be hit by his fists and feet.

Hearing the shouts around him, he didn't even raise his head. He instinctively swung his fist and gritted his teeth, saying, "If you've got the guts, kill me. Otherwise, I'll definitely kill you!"

"Fine, then go die!"

The boy raised the handicraft in his hand high, about to smash it down on Lin Mo's neck.

At the critical moment, Fang Li's heart jumped into her throat. "Lin Mo, be careful!"

Upon hearing Fang Li's voice, Lin Mo paused for a moment.

He quickly realized what was happening, arched his body, and turned his head to the side. At the same time, a large hand with distinct knuckles appeared above his head.

The anticipated sneak attack failed, and the raised handicraft was stopped in mid-air by Han Xi.

The boy's face froze for a moment, then he glared angrily at Han Xi, who had suddenly appeared. "You are! How dare you ruin my plans! Hurry up and..."

He hadn't even said the word "get lost" yet.

With a quick twist, Han Xi snatched the 'weapon' from the boy's hand, and with a sudden lift of his long leg encased in neat trousers, delivered a powerful kick to the stomach, sending the boy flying backward.

tom!

It hit the ground.

The crowd of onlookers quickly retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

Han Xi only used 50% of his strength in that kick.

However, the boy's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, curled up in a ball, clutching his stomach, unable to recover for a long time.

The men who were beating Lin Mo heard the commotion and looked over. They saw Han Xi gently placing the handicrafts back on the display shelf next to him.

The group of people were taken aback. Looking at Han Xi in his suit, who clearly had an extraordinary air about him, they all stopped what they were doing and stared at him with fierce and suspicious eyes.

Lin Mo threw several punches into the air before realizing something was wrong.

When he came to his senses and looked up, he saw his boss, who looked like a god descending to earth, standing in front of him.

Lin Mo's lips twitched, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

His previous domineering and courageous demeanor vanished instantly. Clutching his ribs, he was filled with resentment, looking at Han Xi with pleading eyes, "Boss, you're finally here!"