The beloved one of the rich brother

The sudden change shocked everyone. However, before Zheng Peng could scream, he was kicked in the chest by a man in black who had just crossed the surging crowd, and fell heavily from one end to the other.

"Ah..." Zheng Peng immediately let out a terrible cry, covering his chest with one hand and his swollen cheek with the other. He gasped for air and coughed, "Cough, cough, cough... Who, who is so bold?"

The subordinate closest to him quickly helped him up, "Master Peng, Master Peng, are you okay?"

Huo Chengluo ignored Zheng Peng and helped Wen Yiyu up. "One by one?"

Wen Yiyu was drunk and as limp as mud. She knew that she and Meng Chuyan were in danger, but she could do nothing.

Tears flowed freely on her face like a flood. Her lips trembled like petals swaying in the wind, squirming constantly and making a weak sound: "Wuwu, don't, don't touch me, go away, go away..."

Huo Chengluo held her in his arms and comforted her softly, "It's me, don't be afraid, Yi Yi, don't be afraid, I'm coming!"

The unpleasant and disgusting smell of cigarettes and alcohol was no longer in her nose, but the familiar and pleasant mint scent. Wen Yiyou endured the dizziness and opened her misty eyes. She saw the vague but reassuring outline and murmured, "President?"

Huo Chengluo patted her back gently and whispered, "It's me, don't be afraid!"

The man in black also half-knelt on the ground and helped the unconscious Meng Chuyan up, patting her cheek gently, "...Chu Chu..."

Zheng Peng, whose face was bruised and swollen, had never been treated like this before. He was furious and yelled at his men: "Are you blind? You let me get beaten."

He glared at the man who dared to hit him, "Come on, beat them hard, make them kneel in front of me."

Following Zheng Peng's order, more than a dozen men under his command came and surrounded Huo Chengluo and the other three.

The man in black picked up the unconscious Meng Chuyan and put her on the sofa, while Huo Chengluo comforted Wen Yiyu and leaned against the sofa.

Then they both stood up at the same time, their eyes met, their cold gazes happened to meet. In just a second, they looked away at the same time, casting their gazes towards the people who surrounded them.

Zheng Peng, supported by his men, sat on the sofa opposite. There was a coffee table between the two parties. His men consciously separated into two sides and stood aside. With their swollen pig-like faces, they shouted sinisterly, "You two are looking for death today, right?"

"You dare to meddle in my affairs? Today, I will let you see the consequences of provoking me."

He arrogantly hooked his fingers at Huo Chengluo and the man in black, "If you know what's best for you, come to me and kowtow to me first!"

The man in black put his hands in his pockets, his lips were tightly pursed, and his icy black eyes were fixed on the arrogant Zheng Peng.

Huo Chengluo, who was standing aside, lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, as if everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.

After a while, he slowly raised his hand, gracefully took off his meticulously-dressed suit jacket, and then carefully and gently covered Wen Yiyu's body with it.

Then, he slowly began to unbutton his shirt cuffs and slowly rolled them up. Every movement was so slow and methodical that time seemed to slow down at this moment.

His eyes looked as calm as water, without the slightest ripple; a faint smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't care at all about what he was going to face next.

This calm and composed attitude can't help but give people an illusion: Is he confused about what's going on? Or is he well-prepared and knows how to deal with the situation?

In this tense and exciting moment, Huo Chengluo's performance is particularly eye-catching. His every move reveals a unique charm and confidence, which makes people want to explore and look sideways.

The cuffs were turned up, revealing a strong arm with veins faintly visible. He casually pulled at his tie, and it instantly became loose.

He raised his eyelids silently, and his dark and deep eyes glanced in the direction of Zheng Peng indifferently.

The next second, no one knew how the two seemingly calm men could make such coordinated movements without any eye contact.

Huo Chengluo and the man in black kicked the man closest to them at the same time, one on the left and one on the right. The man who was kicked was suddenly thrown towards his companions beside him. For a moment, the people standing in the two rows fell to the ground and wailed.

The man in black leaped over the coffee table at lightning speed, grabbed Zheng Peng's collar with both hands, and threw him over his shoulder. Zheng Peng fell heavily onto the coffee table without any warning.

"what……"

Without any pause, Huo Chengluo raised his foot and stomped hard on Zheng Peng's chest. With a loud bang, the glass of the coffee table shattered.

Zheng Peng's waist was shackled in the broken frame of the coffee table and he could not move, and could only let out terrible screams.

"Young Master Peng..." Zheng Peng's men were in a panic and wanted to rush forward.

The man in black then picked up the wine bottle and hit it hard, then put the half-broken bottle mouth against Zheng Peng's neck mercilessly.

"Ah..." Zheng Peng's scalp went numb. He endured the severe pain in his chest and neck, not daring to breathe.

Zheng Peng's subordinates were used to following him and bullying others, and they had never met tough guys as ruthless and bold as the two men in front of them.

Not only did the two of them challenge dozens of them without saying a word, they also took down Zheng Peng in one fell swoop.

Zheng Peng's nose was blue and cracked, his eyes were swollen, and he was badly disfigured from the fall. Blood was oozing from his face and neck. He looked so miserable that they dared not act rashly.

He could only stand aside and swallow his saliva, pretending to be calm and shouting, "You, do you know who Young Master Peng is? Quickly release Young Master Peng, otherwise you two will never be able to leave Jicheng!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Chengluo and the man in black moved in unison. They stepped on Zheng Peng's chest with their big feet and pressed their hands on his neck at the same time. Zheng Peng's face was distorted with pain in an instant. He didn't even dare to breathe hard, and blood was dripping from his neck.

He was really scared, afraid that his precious life would be lost. For the first time in his life, he truly and deeply experienced fear, the fear of imminent death. All his arrogance and pride became nothing, and he was scared to death.

He gasped, begging for mercy with a horrified face, "It hurts, stop, stop hitting me, stop using too much force..."

Huo Chengluo looked down at him and suddenly asked, "Zheng Peng? Zheng Xingchao's grandson?" His tone of questioning was calm and light, but the fierceness hidden in his eyes flashed across.

"Ahem, yes, yes, Zheng Xingchao is my grandfather!" Zheng Peng responded hastily, and hinted, "Since you know my identity, then, then..."

"That's right, it's nothing more than confirming your identity!" Huo Chengluo took over the conversation unexpectedly, stepping on his chest harder and harder, "You dare to touch my people? How can I let you go?"

Zheng Peng shuddered all over. He didn't expect that someone would dare not buy his grandfather's identity in Jicheng. He panicked for a moment, "I, I, didn't know that was your woman, I..."

The entrance of the bar was crowded with spectators who were watching the fun. What was unexpected to everyone was that there were people in Jicheng who could completely ignore this famous and powerful little bully.

The two men inside, whose aura was so strong that it could not be ignored, were like magnets, attracting the attention of the onlookers. Everyone was full of endless curiosity and speculation about their identities.