Divorced, still making trouble?

Ji Mingzhe's two fists slammed down, and the voice in the private room changed from exclamation to stillness in an instant, and then from stillness to an uproar, like a drop of water splashed into an oil pan, and it exploded with a thunderbolt.

"Fuck! Brother Lin!" Seven or eight of the people who came back to their senses stretched out their hands towards Lin Xiurui, who was punched to the ground.

Some people go to talk about Ji Mingzhe.

But before these hands touched someone, Ji Mingzhe kicked Lin Xiurui's waist again, the latter let out a muffled grunt, and his body that fell on the carpet immediately curled up in pain.

"Fuck, you fucking..." Lin Xiurui squeezed out a few words through his teeth, and Ji Mingzhe approached him expressionlessly, just as he was about to pick him up and continue beating him, Qiu Ye stood up and pinched him wrist, and said with a gloomy face, "Enough."

Ji Mingzhe didn't speak or move, and looked at Qiu Ye coldly.

Taking advantage of the stalemate between the two, someone quickly pulled Lin Xiurui up.

Lin Xiurui spat bloody saliva, and was staggered to be helped onto the sofa. After a while, he finally came to his senses, clutching his ribs and said grimly, "Aye, let him go, I won't kill him tonight." He, I'm fucking with his last name!"

I don't know who ran out to call for someone. As soon as Lin Xiurui finished speaking, the manager of the club opened the door of the private room with a dozen security guards, and rushed in.

Seeing Lin Xiurui's swollen cheeks and blood at the corners of his mouth, the manager broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and said anxiously, "Master, what happened?"

"Catch him." Lin Xiurui pointed to Ji Mingzhe.

This clubhouse was originally run by the Lin family, and the manager immediately obeyed Lin Xiurui's words. Seeing the two security guards who came over to tease Ji Mingzhe, Qiu Ye's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to say something, Ji Mingzhe beside him kicked He kicked on the front security guard.

The scene immediately became chaotic again, Ji Mingzhe threw the clothes hanging on his left arm aside, then put down the two people in front of him, and held the rubber stick that was waving towards him.

The people in the private room, except for Qiu Ye, were all embroidered pillows with gold and jade on them. Seeing that the two sides were fighting, they quickly hid away, and someone even pulled Qiu Ye who was standing still, Pull him back from Ji Mingzhe's side.

"Damn, Brother Qiu, this one you collected is a bit aggressive!" said the young man who pulled him away, staring at Ji Mingzhe who was fighting with the dozen or so security guards in a daze.

Qiu Ye also looked at Ji Mingzhe, and was also secretly surprised. Ji Mingzhe fought very hard, but he didn't know it?

No.

Qiu Ye suddenly remembered that once when they were studying, they were blocked by a gang of gangsters. He originally asked Ji Mingzhe to run first, but Ji Mingzhe didn't, but beat the gangsters to the ground with him.

At that time, Ji Mingzhe possessed a chilling vigor. After beating off the gangsters, Qiu Ye was taken aback when he saw him, and then excitedly said, "Azhe didn't expect you to be so powerful."

It's just that in the following years, Ji Mingzhe never fought with anyone again, and in front of him, he showed a forbearance and even a little submissive attitude, which made him forget that Ji Mingzhe was also a good fighter.

But in the end, two fists are no match for four hands. I don't know which security guard held the electric shock baton on Ji Mingzhe's waist. Ji Mingzhe didn't dodge, his feet softened, and he knelt on the ground, followed by fists and rubber sticks like raindrops. The rest fell upon him.

During the chaotic fight, Qiu Ye saw someone hit Ji Mingzhe on the back of the neck with a stick, and he couldn't help but lower his eyebrows.

At that moment, Lin Xiurui said, "Stop."

Hearing his voice, the club manager on the side quickly shouted, "Stop! Stop!"

The security guards were ordered to stop the beating and threw Ji Mingzhe to the ground.

Ji Mingzhe struggled to stand up from the ground, but was kicked from the knee, and then knelt down again. He didn't move any more, but raised his head and fixed his eyes on Qiu Ye.

Seeing this, Lin Xiurui sneered with a gloomy face, "Why, do you want Ah Ye to save you now? Then you have to ask him if he is willing."

Ji Mingzhe ignored him, and still looked at Qiu Ye calmly.

Qiu Ye was never afraid to meet Ji Mingzhe's gaze, but at this moment, facing those eyes that were too dark to let in a ray of light, the restlessness in his heart rose again.

He thought that you caused the disaster yourself, why should I clean up the mess for you, but he didn't want to stay in this smoky place any longer, so he looked away first, grabbed the coat on the sofa and said to others, "I'll go gone."

After Qiu Ye left, Lin Xiurui clutched his ribs and walked to Ji Mingzhe's side, stared at him for a while with a gloomy face, and then snorted.

"Now I know I'm afraid, wasn't it quite capable just now?"

Then he turned his head and explained to the manager of the clubhouse, "Give him some "something" and send it to my room upstairs."