The supreme master of the female president

"Let me ask you again, what did you put in the wine?" Yang Yitian's face was cold, a gleam of hostility flashed in his dark eyes, and his voice was filled with strong anger.

"Boy, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Which dog eye of yours saw what I put?" The fat man pretended to be calm and wanted to push away Yang Yitian's hand holding his collar, but no matter how hard he tried Can't break it apart.

Yang Yitian's pupils sank, and when he was about to make a move, Jiang Xinyao, who was next to her, hummed intermittently with her red lips, and her whole body was drenched in cold sweat, looking very uncomfortable.
"I remember you." Yang Yitian clenched his fists, stared at the fat man coldly, picked up Jiang Xinyao who had a bright red face, and was about to leave.

"Boy, do you know who I am? If you slander me, you want to leave. Why is it so easy for him? Stop!" The fat man sneered, and as his words fell, seven or eight people got up from the wine table next door, Yang Yitian was surrounded.

"Yang Yitian, I'm in pain and dizzy." Jiang Xinyao said weakly.

Looking at these people in front of him, Yang Yitian frowned, gently put Jiang Xinyao in the chair, and said softly: "Wait for me for a few minutes, it will be ready soon."

Jiang Xinyao was half in a trance, her thin lips hummed slightly, looking at Yang Yitian's line of sight, gradually becoming blurred.

"Boy, don't say I won't give you a chance. As long as you keep this little beauty, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you will die a miserable death." The fat man stared at the semi-conscious Jiang Xinyao with his small eyes. He smiled evilly, he has been around the nightclub for so many years, he has tried many beauties, and he has never seen such an amazing woman.

Yang Yitian was expressionless, and stepped forward, raised his hand as fast as lightning, and slapped the fat man's face fiercely, knocking his entire lower jaw out of place with a click.

"Ah!" The fat man screamed and fell to the ground, blood splashing out mixed with his teeth.

"Brother Hai, are you okay?" The seven or eight people were stunned, they couldn't see how Yang Yitian moved his hands at all, and quickly helped the fat man up.

The fat man's jaw was tilted, his voice leaked, and he roared indistinctly: "Get me to kill him."

Hearing the fat man's words, those seven or eight people picked up the wine bottles on the wine table, rushed towards Yang Yitian, and smashed his head hard.

Yang Yitian's eyes were dark, he didn't dodge or dodge, he directly raised his hand clenched into a steel fist, and violently smashed the wine bottle, the glass shards scattered all over the ground in an instant.

The person in the front, holding half of the wine bottle, was stunned for a moment, completely unable to believe the scene in front of him, but before he could react, he was hit hard in the chest, four or five ribs were broken, and he spit out a mouthful of blood .

When the rest of the people saw this, the corners of their eyes trembled, and they froze in place and did not dare to go up. Yang Yitian's hand caused a strong visual impact on them, and they instantly understood that this was a ruthless person.

Seeing that his own people did not dare to go up, the fat man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and roared hysterically: "Go up! Whoever kills him, I will give him 2 yuan!"

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under a lot of money. 2 yuan is already a lot of money for people like them who don't have a serious job and do nothing every day. rushed over.

Yang Yitian squinted his eyes, showing a trace of coldness, and a sharp tactical knife also appeared in his hand. Jiang Xinyao's situation is very bad, and he can't continue to procrastinate.

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With a flash of cold light, those who held the wine bottle, before they could react, blood sprayed out from the wound, lost their ability to move in an instant, fell to the ground and howled in pain.

Yang Yitian's fierce and ferocious movements immediately attracted a lot of attention, and all the people in the bar turned their attention here.

"That's Big Fatty Sea, it's a good show this time."

"Yes, it seems that he is really him. Because of his relationship, he often does some despicable things and harms many people."

"It can't be helped, who cares about other people? The security guards in the bar also turned a blind eye to his messy things. It's not like we dared to pull him out and beat him, but who is this kid? , dared to fight with Da Panghai, and even moved a knife."

"Do you still need to ask? It's probably because Big Fatty Hai has moved someone else's horse, and others want to punish him."

In the bar, those who knew Da Panghai were chatting in whispers, admiring Yang Yitian for daring to do it.

Seeing Yang Yitian get rid of his own people and walk towards him holding the bleeding tactical knife, Fatty Hai's small eyes shrank, and he gritted his teeth fiercely and threatened: "Do you know who I am? Believe me or not!" If you don’t believe me, someone will throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

Yang Yitian's face was cold, he didn't take Da Panghai's threat seriously, he stretched out his hand to grab his fat neck, pressed his head on the glass wine table, and said coldly: "I'll ask you one more time, are you in the wine?" What did you put?"

"I warn you to let it go." Before Da Panghai finished speaking, Yang Yitian's tactical knife flashed and pierced his palm, and his fat lips screamed loudly.

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Those onlookers couldn't help but gasp when they saw this scene, Yang Yitian was really ruthless.

"I gave you a chance." Yang Yitian's eyes were gloomy, he held the tactical knife that pierced Da Panghai's palm, and slowly pulled it down, making the scalps of the onlookers feel numb.

"Ah, I said, I told you to stop." Big Fatty Hai cried, the pain from the palm of his hand went straight to the nerves, making him understand what life is worse than death, and hurriedly said everything he had done.

"You really deserve to die." After listening to Da Panghai's words, Yang Yitian's deep eyes spread a layer of killing intent, and he punched him on the temple, his eyes turned white, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.