The many guests who were waiting to watch Xiao Chen joke were stunned in an instant.

Just one slap in the face, an adult man weighing 140 or 50 kilograms was pulled seven or eight meters away.

Obviously, Xiao Chen is not a poor loser at all, but a martial arts master.

Several young people who were sarcastic about Xiao Chen before hurriedly lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Xiao Chen again.

Seeing that half of Du Xingguo's face was almost scattered by Xiao Chen, Qiao Menghan said with some concern: "Xiao Chen, this Du Xingguo is not simple, and Tianyu Media controls half of the public opinion circle in the province."

"If you hit him, you may cause big trouble."

With Xiao Chen's skills, Du Xingguo naturally could not retaliate against Xiao Chen from other aspects, but he could put pressure on Xiao Chen through public opinion.

Previously, a business tycoon with a martial arts background in the provincial capital was banned by the public opinion across the Internet because he offended Du Xingguo.

In the end, the business tycoon was not only ruined, but also the ancient martial arts family behind him had to come forward to draw a clear line with him.

Finally, under heavy pressure from all parties, the business tycoon walked onto the rooftop and committed suicide.

Qiao Menghan doesn't want Xiao Chen to follow the footsteps of the boss because of today's meal.

"Trouble? OK, I'll wait anytime." Xiao Chen smiled disapprovingly.

Du Xingguo, who was pulled away, only felt half of his face seemed to be burned by fire, and it hurt so much.

After a while, I picked up the broken gold-rimmed glasses and climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Covering half of the face that was scattered, he pointed at Xiao Chen and shouted viciously: "You little slut, dare to beat me?! If you have the guts, don't leave. Let's see how I deal with you!"

Xiao Chen turned his head slowly, and as soon as his cold eyes fell on Du Xingguo, Du Xingguo was frightened.

He hurriedly took out the phone and rummaged through the address book, threatening with a trembling voice: "You... don't come over, I tell you that my friend is a master of martial arts."

"It's still time for you to kneel down and apologize, otherwise, I...I'll let him break your legs!"

As he said that, Du Xingguo quickly edited a text message and sent it out.

Xiao Chen sneered, glanced at Du Xingguo, and said calmly: "Okay, I want to see how he broke my legs."

Seeing an inconspicuous poor boy challenging him in public, Du Xingguo was almost furious.

But the slap just now reminded him all the time that Xiao Chen is definitely not an ordinary person.

But what can Xiao Chen be like if he is a warrior?

He, Du Xingguo, has a wide network of contacts and many friends in the martial arts world. Isn’t it easy to deal with a little bastard?

As soon as his reinforcements arrive, how could Xiao Chen die? Isn’t it just a matter of his words?

Thinking of this, Du Xingguo felt a little more relieved.

But as Xiao Chen and Qiao Menghan ate and chatted, Qiao Menghan stared at Xiao Chen with a fire, and he also covered his face and smiled from time to time. It seemed that there was a fire burning in Du Xingguo's heart.

He chased Qiao Menghan for three years!

Stop talking about laughing, even the goddess hasn't seen him directly. Why can this poor boy win the goddess' favor?!

Du Xingguo, who became more and more angry the more he thought about it, sent out more than a dozen text messages in succession, obviously urging the other party to come over and deal with Xiao Chen as soon as possible.

Just as Du Xingguo picked up his cell phone again and was about to send a text message, the door of the restaurant opened, and more than a dozen young men in practice clothes surrounded a tall bald and strong man with murderous faces walked into the restaurant.

"Senior Brother! You're finally here."

Seeing the strong man, Du Xingguo's face instantly filled with excitement.

It seemed as if Xiao Chen had already knelt in front of him at this moment, and had tortured him by his willful humiliation and torture.

The guests who were dining on the first floor took a breath after seeing the bald man.

"Isn't that Master Ma's great disciple Tiequan Zhou Peng?"

"It's him! I heard that two days ago, he crippled a martial arts master with one punch."

"Oh, this little guy is going to suffer this time."

While everyone was talking in a low voice, they looked at Xiao Chen with sympathy.

The bald man stretched and yawned, "Tell me, who beats you, how do you want him to die?"

After saying that, the bald gaze scanned the restaurant again. Du Xingguo hurriedly stepped forward, pointed his finger at Xiao Chen's direction, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's him!"

"I...I want him to kneel down and apologize to me in front of everyone!"

The bald man glanced at Xiao Chen and saw that Xiao Chen's skin was smooth and tender. Needless to ask, he must be a young man who relies on women to make a living.

Not to mention him, he could just send a junior brother over there and press Xiao Chen to the ground to rub it.

It’s too easy to make money today with this 100,000 yuan?
Chapter completed!