The Martial Son-in-law

The decadent white-collar worker got up and walked to the young lady. He gave her a look and signaled her to change seats.    

"Lao Zhou, for Brother Hong's sake, I got annoyed by his mother." The young lady could not stand it. After all, Shen Lang was also a victim of Gong Yuqing's conspiracy.    

Lao Zhou's eyes were not friendly. "Are you his wife or his lover? Is it because he has served you well in bed that you are so protective of him?"    

"What did you say?" The young lady grabbed Lao Zhou's collar and also had a violent temper.    

The motorcycle gang uncle grabbed their wrists and forcefully separated them. "Calm down, all of you."    

The biker gang uncle pulled the young lady to the other side.    

Lao Zhou took the opportunity to sit in the young lady's seat, right next to Shen Lang, and conveniently grabbed Shen Lang's wine bottle. "Hehe, boss, give Director Shen a bottle of Lafite. Rich man, prepare the wine well."    

The bar owner, who was washing the glasses, raised his head and glanced at Lao Zhou, ignoring him.    

"Boss?" Lao Zhou frowned.    

"Don't bother him." The bar owner with all kinds of totems on his body had an unfriendly look in his eyes.    

Anyone who entered the K bar, even if they weren't from the cultivation world, would at least have some connections with the cultivation world. Very few people cause trouble here.    

This Lao Zhou, if he drank some horse piss, he wouldn't know what his surname was.    

"F * ck." Lao Zhou spat, turned around, and threw the remaining Jack Danny onto Shen Lang's head. "Director Shen, you are bankrupt, and there are so many people protecting you. Did you sell your butt privately? I hate GAYs the most! "    

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a black suit stood up. "What did you say?"    

Lao Zhou followed the voice and looked over. He could not help but shrink his neck. This young man in a black suit was a Middle Period of Meditation Stage warrior and another GAYs.    

"Hehe, Brother Donny, I didn't say anything about you. I was just trying to squeeze Shen Lang." Lao Zhou quickly smiled apologetically.    

"Idiot, I have nothing better to do." The young man in the black suit scolded and ignored Lao Zhou.    

Shen Lang took the tissue from the bar owner and wiped the alcohol off his head, ignoring Lao Zhou's provocation.    

After all...    

Shen Lang was a businessman. He could not shoulder or lift his hands. Any customer present who killed Shen Lang would be like crushing an ant.    

The more frightened Shen Lang became, the more excited Lao Zhou became. He directly snatched the wine glass from Shen Lang's hand and spat a mouthful of phlegm into it. He smiled and handed the wine glass to Shen Lang.    

"I'll treat you to a drink. If you don't drink, you won't give me any face."    

"Lao Zhou, that's more or less enough." The uncle of the motorcycle gang could not stand it anymore.    

Lao Zhou rolled his eyes at the uncle of the motorcycle gang. "Did you also fuck Shen Lang's butt?"    

The middle-aged man did not say anything.    

Lao Zhou almost threw his glass at Shen Lang's face. "Drink it. If you don't drink it, I will f * * k you today!"    

Shen Lang was not moved. He just looked at Lao Zhou casually. "Do we have a personal grudge between us?"    

"No, I just don't like you." Lao Zhou was honest. Sometimes, he hated someone, so he didn't need a reason.    

Shen Lang took the wine glass and poured the liquid on Lao Zhou's face.    

"You are courting death!" Lao Zhou was furious. He grabbed Shen Lang's neck.    

Lao Zhou, who had the strength of an early stage Qi Disciple, could easily break Shen Lang's neck without any effort.    

Just when everyone thought that Shen Lang would die for sure, a pale and slender palm grabbed Lao Zhou's wrist.    

Crack!    

The sound of bones breaking spread throughout the entire K bar.    

Before Lao Zhou could let out a miserable cry, his pale fingers were like lightning as they pinched Lao Zhou's throat. His index and thumb moved outwards and pulled out his throat.    

Lao Zhou's face was filled with shock. He held his neck, which was bleeding non-stop, and fell to the ground in a panic.    

The surrounding customers all retreated.    

The bar owner frowned. "Brother, don't break the rules of the K bar."    

Under everyone's vigilant gaze, a 1.85 meters tall man with a lean body like a bamboo pole sat in Lao Zhou's seat with a smile on his face.    

He took out a note from his loose white shirt and threw it on the table. "Give me a bottle of Baiwei."    

"You broke the rules, I'm afraid the K bar won't be able to serve you The bar owner's face was gloomy.    

The young man had an extremely sick smile on his face. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the bar owner's T-shirt, directly pulling him to the bar counter.    

All the guests present were shocked.    

One had to know that the bar owner's strength was at the Middle Period of Meditation Stage!    

This sickly young man actually effortlessly dragged the bar owner out. Furthermore, it was an overwhelming difference in strength.    

The sickly young man pulled the bar owner in front of him and said with a smile, "Remember this. From now on, I am the rule of Dongzhou City."    

With a push of his hand, the bar owner crashed into the liquor cabinet behind him, causing all kinds of expensive drinks to fall onto the ground.    

The bar owner's face was filled with shock, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He quickly took out a bottle of Baiwei and placed it in front of the young man with both hands.    

The young man raised his head and took a sip. He was satisfied. He held the bottle with his left hand and patted the stool beside him with his right hand, signaling Shen Lang to take a seat.    

At this moment, Lao Zhou stood up unsteadily.    

"Did I ask you to get up?"    

Bang!    

The right foot of the sickly young man kicked at Lao Zhou's face from a strange angle, causing Lao Zhou's head to concave and killing him on the spot.    

The atmosphere in the K bar instantly dropped to the freezing point.    

Where did this sickly young man who killed without blinking his eyes come from? One had to know that even if it was an organization, they would not easily kill people here!    

The sickly young man ignored the fearful gazes of the surrounding customers and continued to focus his attention on Shen Lang. "Do you need me to clean this place for you?"    

Clean? Clean blood!    

The guests retreated once again. They clearly had an overwhelming advantage in numbers, but they did not dare to resist.    

It was because the pressure of this sickly young man was too strong.    

The only one who could remain calm at the scene was Shen Lang, this' ordinary person '.    

"No need." Shen Lang replied casually.    

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders.    

Shen Lang glanced at Lao Zhou's corpse that was gradually losing its temperature, then turned around and glanced at the guests present. "Next round of wine, I'll buy it."    

After saying that, he whispered to the bar owner. "I'll pay for the broken liquor too."    

The sick young man's mouth curved into a deep smile. "This is not your style. Did you get scared by Zhang Chu and change your personality?"    

Shen Lang shrugged his shoulders with a disapproving look on his face. "If my guess is correct, it is the person who helped me behind my back. I only have one purpose, and that is to defeat Zhang Chu. " Since that's the case, why should I implicate the others? "    

"Hahaha." The sickly seedling laughed loudly, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Lang became more and more appreciative. "Know shame and then be brave. Not bad, we did not misjudge the person."    

"You?"