The beloved one of the rich brother

At this moment, Wei Jinlu hurried over through the crowd, "Xiao You, Chu Chu!"

Meng Chuyan saw Wei Jinlu as if she had seen a savior, and shouted in surprise, "Wei Jinlu, you're here!"

Seeing a tall man approaching, the yellow-haired man was worried that the prey he had caught would fly away, so he said fiercely: "This is my territory, don't try to be a hero, get out if you know what's good for you, don't stop me from having fun!"

Holding the confused Wen Yiyou with one hand, he ordered the other men, "Quick, go through the back door and take these two girls away!"

Wei Jinlu stopped him and shouted, "Let them go!"

With a "bang", Meng Chuyan, who was already a little drunk, took advantage of the two men's inattention and broke free. She staggered onto the table and picked up the wine bottle and hit the man next to her on the head.

"Ah..." A scream was heard, and the man's head was instantly covered in blood.

At this time, the music in the bar was turned up to the maximum. The noisy and deafening music almost deafened people's ears. The strong drum beats, the noisy crowd, and the young crazy men and women dancing made it so that for a moment no one noticed them in the corner.

The yellow-haired man's pupils shrank, his face full of disbelief, "Damn, you're such a fierce woman!" Then he raised a mocking and bloodthirsty smile, "No more nonsense, let's go together and drag them to the back door first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow-haired man grabbed Wen Yiyu's slender waist and tried to drag her away. Meng Chuyan was also held hostage by the other two men and dragged towards the back door.

Wei Jinlu grabbed the yellow-haired man's collar with both hands, his face full of anger, "I said let go!"

The yellow-haired man was stopped again and again and lost all his patience. He pushed Wen Yiyu, who was drunk and struggling like a cat, onto the sofa.

"You guys take care of this troublesome man first!" As soon as he finished speaking, several men rushed forward and surrounded Wei Jinlu. The yellow-haired man took the opportunity to retreat.

Meng Chuyan, who was released, immediately rushed to the sofa and helped Wen Yiyou up, "Yibao...are you okay?"

Wen Yiyou, who was limp all over, was pushed like this and collapsed on the sofa. She barely opened her hazy eyes and was about to shake her head when the yellow-haired man pressed on her, "Damn it, if you two know what's best for you, just follow me obediently, or don't blame me for stripping you both in public!"

"You dare. Get out of here!" Meng Chuyan pushed the man with all her might.

In the dim sofa, the yellow-haired man looked fearless. He pressed his upper body on Wen Yiyou, clasped Meng Chuyan's arms with both hands, and threatened: "You'd better take the initiative to follow me, otherwise I don't see who dares to help you here!"

Meng Chuyan was a girl with a bad temper. She couldn't stand being threatened by others. She was always bold and unaware of the wickedness of human nature. She refused to believe it and wondered if he dared to do such a thing in public.

She struggled to free herself from the man's hands, flipped over and jumped behind him, clasped her hands around the yellow-haired man's neck, and shouted, "Help, help, someone is trying to kill someone..."

Wen Yi, who was pressed down, pulled himself together and grabbed the man's arm and bit it hard. At the same time, Meng Chuyan, who was riding behind the man, also bit the man's left ear very tacitly.

The man who was attacked from both sides screamed, jumped up, and threw Meng Chuyan to the ground. The back of her head hit the ground and Meng Chuyan fainted on the spot.

At this time, a tall figure was climbing up the stairs leading to the second floor. The man was wearing black clothes and black pants, and seemed to blend into the dim space. His eyes glanced in their direction and his steps suddenly stopped. His eyes were fixed on Meng Chuyan who was riding behind the man.

The next second, he saw Meng Chuyan being thrown to the ground. His pupils shrank, and he quickly changed direction, and jumped down with the help of the handrail.

"Chu Chu..." Wen Yiyu struggled to prop himself up and anxiously threw himself towards Meng Chuyan on the ground.

Wei Jinlu on this side was surrounded by three men and forced to retreat to the back door, where he was beaten and kicked by several men.

Seeing Wen Yiyu and Meng Chuyan entangled in the struggle of the yellow-haired man, he kicked one of the men with all his strength. The man was instantly kicked onto the coffee table a dozen feet away, making a loud and terrifying noise.

The excessive noise finally attracted the attention of the crowd, and the noisy crowd rushed in their direction, causing a commotion in an instant.

Amid the explosive music and the dazzling lights, Meng Chuyan fainted on the ground and lost consciousness, Wei Jinlu was held by two men and was struggling violently, and the unconscious Wen Yiyu was locked in Zheng Peng's arms.

After attracting the attention of others, the music suddenly stopped and the whole place suddenly became silent.

The yellow-haired man grabbed Wen Yiyou's slender waist and pulled her into his arms, shouting lawlessly: "I'm Zheng Peng. Today, I'll see who dares to meddle in other people's business. I'll make sure that person can't leave the D Bar!"

"Tonight, this scene is all mine. I have to clear the place now. Get out if you know what's best for you!"

Who is Zheng Peng? He is a famous lawless, arrogant and domineering second-generation rich and official in Jicheng. He relies on his family's power and influence to disregard the law. He has done many things, such as drunkenly hitting people, raped young ladies, and molested underage girls. However, he was able to settle the matter with money, which shows how strong the backer is.

Most of the junior policemen didn't dare to mess with them, and their leaders were even polite to them. It was said that his grandfather was a top politician in Jicheng, and his father and uncle were businessmen, and they were involved in both the black and white worlds. It could be said that they had plenty of money and power.

Once his name came out, many young people who were hanging out in the bar were even more afraid to act rashly. If they offended him, they would be killed without knowing it.

Moreover, this bar was opened by his people, and there were many of his people here. As soon as Zheng Peng made his words, a large number of burly men suddenly appeared around the bar and began to drive away the crowd.

"Clear the area! Anyone who doesn't want to cause trouble, get out!"

The young men and women present looked at each other, looking at the ferocious men but not daring to say a word. They all consciously rushed to the door.

Wei Jinlu, who was dragged to the back door by two big men, kept struggling, calling out anxiously, "Xiao You, Chu Chu!"

Zheng Peng smiled arrogantly. He held the limp Wen Yiyou and sat her down on the sofa. The unconscious Wen Yiyou was forced to sit on his lap. He ordered, "Drag this man to the back door and beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Wen Yiyou's face in his arms, while his hands wandered over her thighs at the same time, "Beauty, brother will treat you well tonight!" After a second's pause, he suddenly put Wen Yiyou down on the sofa and leaned forward, "You didn't listen just now, now I'll teach you a lesson!"

Huo Chengluo, who had just stepped into the bar, happened to encounter a crowd of people pouring out. He frowned, walked in against the flow, and looked around calmly, searching for Wen Yiyu's figure.

The next second, his eyes froze. After witnessing this scene, his tall body paused, his pupils trembled, his hands instantly clenched into fists, his joints creaked, and his usually restrained and deep aura became terrifying in an instant.

He said coldly to Kang Zhu behind him, "Call the police, bring the police here immediately!"

Then he took three or two big steps and rushed to Zheng Peng. Before anyone could react, he suddenly grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back hard. Then he hit him in the right cheek with a quick, fierce and accurate fist. Zheng Peng was thrown ten feet away.