221 Friction (2/2)

”Then there's nothing else to say!” the blonde-haired man said, readying his hands.

At the same time, the other seven to eight men walked towards an empty table and began picking up the beer bottles lying on the table and checking the sturdiness of the stools.

”Everyone, it's our restaurant's responsibility. How about this, let's just forget about the bill. Let's treat this as a meal to make friends, what do you think, brothers?”

Seeing that these people were about to fight, the restaurant owner hurried out to calm the situation. He was afraid that his restaurant would be destroyed, and even if it wasn't, it would definitely scare away the diners who were still eating. Considering the gains and losses, he would willingly give up on collecting payment for the meal this time around.

The blonde-haired man shoved the restaurant owner aside roughly and started scolding him, ”Make friends with your mum's f*cking c*nt! There's a cockroach in your dish, and you still expect me to f*cking pay for this meal? Let me tell you this, if you don't pay at least 700 to 800 for the mental damage we've suffered, we will not let this rest. Don't think you are f*cking big just because you have a police officer on your side. He can protect you now, but can he protect you forever? What's more, can this garbage police officer even protect you now?”

”What did you say?” Wang Yongjia said. He was incensed, and his face darkened with rage.

”Yo, you're angry? I see you have some bloodlust in you.”

The blonde-haired man laughed with a happy-go-lucky attitude, then pointing straight at Wang Yongjia, he said, ”I said you are garbage, so what? Not happy? If you're not happy, then come for me.”

Wang Yongjia cocked his eyebrows fiercely, slapped the blonde-haired man's hand aside, and gave him a crushing kick right to the chest.

As the captain of the drug enforcement task force, he was well-trained and definitely possessed a set of skills. The kick sent the blonde-haired man straight to the ground. He crashed heavily into the wall, which caused him to immediately bleed on the spot.

The blonde-haired man wiped off a handful of blood from his forehead, then he shouted at his companions, ”F*ck it, go get him!”

The seven or eight men immediately picked up the beer bottles and stools and began charging Wang Yongjia like a pack of wolves.

Wang Yongjia was unafraid and started to unleash a series of military combat style punches towards the hooligans.

The lobby of the entire restaurant immediately became a mess. The diners who were still having their meals hurried over to the corners as the fight between Wang Yongjia and the thugs began to encroach across the entire restaurant floor. Stools were flung around, and the sound of shattering beer bottles could be heard one after the other.

”Stop fighting, stop fighting now!”

The restaurant owner felt like crying, but there were no tears, only his desperate screams to stop the brawl. If the fight continued on, his restaurant would be completely destroyed.

CLANG!

The blonde-haired man picked up a wine bottle and slammed against the edge of the table. The broken part of the bottle was rimmed with sharp edges looking like the pointed teeth of a ferocious canine. He pointed at the restaurant owner and shouted, ”You shut up! If you talk again, I will kill you!” Then he looked over at Wang Yongjia fighting for his life, and continued to scream, ”Beat him, beat him relentlessly! This police officer is really tired of living!”

As he looked for an opening to strike, he used his sleeve to wipe the fresh blood flowing down his forehead.

At that moment, a large hand, vice-like and hard as steel, grabbed him by his collar and tossed out as if he were garbage.

CRASH!

The blond-haired man was thrown in an arc across the floor and fell smashing into a table, breaking it apart. The half-broken beer bottle sailed out of his hand in the process.

Before he could even recover, the big hand grabbed the back of his collar and lifted him up like a puppy with his feet barely touched the ground. He was dumped unceremoniously on the floor, and when he regained his vision, he only saw a man with both hands in his pockets. The handsome young man stared at him with a cold, hard glare.