The owner of the Western restaurant was sweating profusely.
He had just seen numerous customers leave without settling their bills.
"Don't worry, I said I wouldn't let you suffer any losses for nothing."
Chen Ziyang reassured the owner, "Just take a break over there, I've booked the place for today."
The owner didn't know who Chen Ziyang was, but seeing him not attempting to run away, he returned to the bar with suspicion.
"F*ck! Let go!"
Qu Xingwang had a lock of his hair pulled out by Chen Ziyang, and he was in so much pain that he was about to cry, "I'm going to f*cking kill you!"
Smack!
Chen Ziyang slapped him, and two of Qu Xingwang's molars immediately flew out of his mouth!
The two bodyguards were about to rush at him, but Chen Ziyang turned and kicked, sending them both flying.
Having reached the pinnacle of the Seventh layer of Yin Absorption, Chen Ziyang could deal with these small fry even with his eyes closed.
"Journalist Chu, come over and sit."
