"Don't worry, Mengchen! I will protect you!" Wu's tone was very determined. It was easy to see that he genuinely likes Lan.
He still stood up for Lan in this type of situation. Even Chen was impressed by his courage.
Of course, Wu also had his own selfish motive – he wanted to win Lan over with his courage.
As the saying goes: where there's a will, there, a way. Wu believed that his efforts would surely move Lan's heart. He might even prevail over Chen Xiaobei and bring Lan home!
At the thought of this, Wu was filled with energy.
"So damn handsome! Wu is the man that we can rely on!"
"Totally worth the title of being the most handsome man in Green Vine City!"
"Wu is the real man!"
All the girls at the scene, except for Lan, had stars in their eyes, completely head over heels.
At the same time, they also threw derisive glances at Chen.
Chen Xiaobei was supposed to be Lan's 'boyfriend'! But he sat where he was, completely aloof! Not an ounce of masculinity in him! Lan must have been blind to pick him!
"Red Bull Boss. Hi, I am Wu Junfan, you must have heard of me before…" Wu said, neither obsequiously nor superciliously, and raised his head slightly. He thought that, if he revealed his status as a wealthy man, he would be given some respect.
But before he could finish, Red Bull Boss' size forty-three big foot had made contact with his lower abdomen.
"Urgh…" Wu shrieked and fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. He curled up into a ball and remained there helplessly. Not only did he not solve the problem, he had even managed to humiliate himself.
"You piece of shit! Weak, just like a bird. So much for trying to be heroic! Ha!" disdain was written all over Red Bull Boss' face. He raised his feet again and stepped on Wu's handsome face.
"Junfan..." the girls screamed, worried for him. Wu was, no doubt, handsome. But he was just too weak…
"Shut up, all of you!" Red Bull Boss barked. He looked at Lan and smiled darkly, "Little lady! Promise to drink with me, and I will let this pretty boy go. If you refuse to, I will stomp on his face until it is unrecognizable!"
"Dream on! As long as I am here, I will never allow that!" Wu growled, ignoring the pain in his body, and struggled to stand up.
Although he looked like a soft and gentle man, he still was a real man!
"Asshole, it seems to me that the kick was too soft?" there was a murderous glint in Red Bull Boss' eyes. He lifted his leg and kicked Wu's head with brutal force.
"No!"
Everyone held their breath, their hearts clenched.
That kick would completely wreck Wu's handsome face.
"Xiaobei! What are you waiting for?" Lan was distraught, she could not sit still any longer.
At critical moments like that, Bro Bei had to take action!
"Bang!"
Right at that critical moment, a large soup bowl flew across the room and landed right smack on Red Bull Boss' forehead.
Blood started to gush out from his head. His body lost the balance and fell on the floor.
"Leave! Every one of you! Or you'll end up like him." Chen stood up slowly and glared at the other goons.
The dozens of goons blocking the doorway felt a cold force enveloping them.
They instinctively stood frozen in place, none daring to move even a muscle.
The second-generation filthy rich teenagers stared at Chen, mouths wide open.
I thought this lad is a coward? What brought about this 180-degree change? The difference is just too damn big!
"Why didn't you do something sooner?" Lan let out a sigh of relief.
Even though she had no feelings for Wu, she did not wish to see his life endangered. Everything considered, she was a lovely, kind-hearted maiden.
"If I had gotten involved earlier, I wouldn't be able to observe Wu's character. If he is a piece of scum like Wenfeng, then I wouldn't have bothered to save him. He could die for all I care." Chen laughed thoughtfully and then said, "But it looks like he is an okay guy. As for what happens after this, you can leave it to me."
Lan nodded, "Wu's character really isn't bad at all. Alright, you better hurry and get rid of all these bastards."
Hearing what his goddess had just said, Wu was so touched– all the affliction he suffered had been worth it.
But then, he turned to look at Chen Xiaobeo, and his heart fell deep into a pit. Chen had not lifted a finger not because he was terrified, but because Chen wanted to test Wu's character.
Since the beginning, Chen had everything under control. The entire situation could change at any time according to his will.
Well, that was something that he, Wu Junfan, could never do.
"Motherf*ckers! I am going to finish you off! Every single one of you!" Red Bull Boss yelled, still on the floor, cradling his head. "Go get Purple Hair Boss! Get Purple Hair Boss for me now…!"
"Yes!" one of his goons hurried next door.
Very soon, about another twenty goons spilled through the door, nearly taking up the entire box.
Seeing this, all the second-generation filthy rich teenagers' heart turned cold; they were so frightened that they nearly peed their pants.
The fact that they came from a pretty good family background was not going to help them here. There, family background was nothing -- the fist rules.
As the Chinese proverb says, the barefooted is not afraid of those with shoes.
When this group of hooligans turned violent, the consequences would be simply unimaginable!
"What happened, Red Bull?" a goon with purple hair asked insouciantly as he walked to the front of the room.
"Purple Hair Boss! You have to make this right! That son of the bitch just hit me…" Red Bull Boss pointed at his bleeding head, looking like a six-year-old whining to his teacher.
It was clear that the purple hair punk was much stronger than Red Bull.
But, when the purple hair punk saw Chen, his face turned green and there was an obvious fear in his eyes.
"How… How could it be you…"
"Hehe, do you want to fight?" Chen asked without a thread of fear in his voice. What's more, the corner of his lip raised into a mocking smile.
"Fight…. No! No fighting! I wouldn't dare pick a fight with you… Ah… I wouldn't dare…" The purple hair punk kept swallowing.
The thirty goons could not believe what they were seeing!
How could the Purple Hair Boss afraid of a young lad? Was that some kind of hallucination?
Even the group of second-generation filthy rich teenagers were dumbfounded.
They just could not understand, Who was that Chen Xiaabei? He did not even have to lift a finger to frighten the Purple Hair Boss! Could this be the King's aura in the legends?
Out of all those people, only Lan knew the reason behind it.
That night by the Green Vine riverside, Chen had beaten the purple hair punk to pulp. Not only did he lose a few teeth, he was even forced to eat raw chicken wings.
The purple hair punk was very much aware of Chen Xiaobei's strength. Even if he had that many men, Chen would still have the upper hand.
"Boss… If there's nothing then I'll be leaving. I don't want to disrupt your meal…" The purple hair punk was on edge. He quickly left with his twenty men.
"I… I will also leave…" Red Bull, realizing that all odds are against him, also wanted to slip away.
"Stand there." Chen pursed his lip. He had no intention of letting him get off the hook. "When I told you to leave, you didn't want to. It's too late now!"