One of the peculiarities here is that the roads are extremely intricate, making it feel like you've entered another dimension. They wind and twist, dazzling and confusing.
Moreover, there are no road signs. What a strange club!
Just as Ding Ruola and Mei Xuejian were wandering around aimlessly, looking utterly bewildered and embarrassed, a man's shouts of abuse and the sounds of tables and chairs being kicked over and smashed came from ahead.
It seemed like there was a fight going on.
"Eh? What's going on?" Before the two of them could react, a man suddenly emerged from around the corner and rushed straight towards them.
The man was running so fast that by the time he reached them, Ding Ruola didn't have time to dodge to the side and was knocked into.
Her shoulder hurt a bit. She almost fell to the ground but was supported by Mei Xuejian in time.
Then, a large group of people poured out from around the corner.
Some were running in front, and some were chasing after.
The man on the ground had dyed yellow hair. He was beaten black and blue, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and his clothes were in tatters.
Among the men chasing, some were wearing black vests, showing their tattooed arms. They looked extremely fierce and intimidating; some were wearing white T - shirts with a cartoon pattern on the front, but in their hands was an iron rod; still others were wearing flowery shirts, looking like hooligans...
Ding Ruola rubbed her shoulder that hurt from the impact, twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Did we just stumble upon a fight?"
Ding Ruola and Mei Xuejian stood there in the middle, feeling extremely awkward, so they dodged to the side.
Among the people behind, a boy in a black shirt walked up to Ding Ruola. Seeing her covering her shoulder, he said, "That man must have bumped into you, miss! Please wait a moment. Our club will handle this for you right away!"
The boy's voice was clear and pleasant. He was good - looking and didn't seem like someone who would get into fights at all. Ding Ruola just blankly replied, "Oh."
His hair was about two inches long, curly and messy, yet there was a unique charm to it.
His bronze skin looked healthy and sexy. He had sword - like eyebrows as black as ink and a pair of hawk - like eyes that had lost their sharpness for the moment.
Ding Ruola felt like she had seen this boy's face somewhere before, but she just couldn't remember.
"Give a dog a break, all you big shots! Can you give me another chance? I'll be able to pay back the money next time! Hehe..."
The man on the ground wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked obsequiously at the fierce men standing in front of him.
"Tell me! How many times is 'next time'? Do you remember?" The boy in the black shirt who was leading the group raised his face and looked down at the man on the ground with disdain.
The collar of his shirt was slightly open, looking a bit wild. He was like a noble and elegant dark - horse prince.
"I'll tell you. The seventy - eighth time! What do you take our Yanbin Tower for? You think you can come and go as you please? You don't pay a single cent and just squander our trust in you! Do you think this is your home?"
The man in the black shirt answered his own question, sounding a bit impatient. He growled in a harsh tone.
"We've warned you many times! We've tolerated you so many times just for the sake of the Song family! But I'm sure Sister Song Yan won't tolerate you squandering her reputation like this!"
The boy in the white cartoon T - shirt beside him echoed, looking at the man on the ground with a look of hatred.
"Well, you can't just beat people up! I said I'll pay it back, I'll pay it back! Ouch..."
The man on the ground shifted his body, trying to get up from the ground. Another sharp pain in his body forced him back down, and his mouth was twisted in pain!
"Who started the fight? Our boss calmly asked you to pay back the money! Didn't you throw a wine bottle at the boss first? Listen to what you're saying. Are those even human words? You still don't repent even at this point? You're so ungrateful!" The young man in the black vest roared.
"Don't get excited, don't get excited! I'll call right now to get the money!"
Seeing that there seemed to be a glimmer of hope, the man on the ground immediately got excited. He took two steps forward and hugged the shirt - wearing man's leg.
The shirt - wearing man took a step back in disgust and pulled his leg free.
The greasy middle - aged man with yellow hair on the ground quickly took out his phone. He obsequiously smiled at the shirt - wearing man and made several calls, but no one answered.
The man's expression immediately changed. He looked ferocious: "Why isn't this bitch answering the phone? Don't worry, big brother! She'll definitely answer soon!"
Sure enough, just as the yellow - haired middle - aged man finished speaking, his ringing phone was answered. Before he could say anything, a stream of scolding came from the phone.
"What the hell do you want from me? Don't think you can get another cent from me! Try calling me one more time and see if your balls are still intact! Keep bothering me and I'll cripple you!"
The woman's voice was so loud that everyone present could hear it.
The shirt - wearing man looked at the man on the ground sarcastically. Just as he was about to say something, a familiar and pleasant voice came from behind him.
"Shi Zhi, forget it. Don't make a scene. It'll affect the other guests' activities. Just throw him out! If he dares to come again, break his legs."
Ding Ruola was extremely surprised to see the man behind. She stammered for a long time and couldn't say a word: "Th - th - this..."
"Ruola? What are you doing here?" Li Yan was also a bit surprised to see Ding Ruola.
The boy still had a crew cut, and his eyebrows and eyes were still as wild and unruly as before.
But there was a white bandage wrapped around his forehead. Presumably, he was the boss that the vest - wearing man mentioned was hit on the head by a wine bottle!
"Um, I'm having a dinner with my colleagues... Haha, what about you?" But where were the other colleagues? She couldn't even find them!
Ding Ruola touched her nose, looking blank. She glanced at the other men around, and they were all staring at her, with curiosity and scrutiny in their eyes.
Seeing that the boss knew this girl, a group of his subordinates didn't say a word. They just picked up the man on the ground like a dead dog and disappeared around the corner.
Only the shirt - wearing man remained. It seemed that he was Shi Zhi! He sized up Ding Ruola and Mei Xuejian, and a vague look flashed in his eyes.
The two were invited by Li Yan to another private room, which seemed to be in the office area. The environment was elegant and clean.
"I co - own this club with some friends. I'm just working here as usual. Is this your husband?" Li Yan's tone was as calm as a gentle breeze. There was a sincere smile on his lips.
Then he glanced at Mei Xuejian beside Ding Ruola and made this guess. Li Yan only knew that Ding Ruola had a husband but had never seen him.
Thinking of the few days Ding Ruola spent in their village in the summer, a sincere smile curved Li Yan's lips.