What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

Lu Li's shout was so sincere.

The surprise in his tone and the exaggerated expression made it seem as if he had seen aliens descend upon Earth.

Human instincts can be terrifying.

Even Ye Fan, who was known as the "Dragon King," reacted with his neck before his brain when he heard this sudden exclamation.

He subconsciously turned his head in the direction Lu Li was pointing.

In those fractions of a second that Ye Fan's gaze shifted.

Lu Li's long leg, which had been under the coffee table, quietly peeked out.

The movements were fluid, swift, accurate, and ruthless.

Without the slightest hesitation.

It hooked directly onto Ye Fan's right ankle, which was wearing flip-flops.

Ye Fan was, after all, a master who had practiced ancient martial arts.

When his footing was blocked, his body immediately tensed up, and he instinctively tried to use his strength to stabilize his center of gravity.

The problem was that he was holding a tray in his hand.

and.

Lu Li's trip was incredibly insidious.

Instead of kicking him hard, I gently pulled him to the side, following the force of his step.

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Ye Fan's upper body was still moving forward due to inertia, but his lower body was hooked and tilted to the side.

This posture, which goes against human biomechanics, would make even a god stumble.

then.

Under Su Feiyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Ye Fan lunged forward.

He could barely hold onto the tray in his hand, which held two glasses of "spiked" red wine.

It flew out of his hand.

The two wine glasses traced a near-perfect parabola in the air.

The scarlet liquid gleamed eerily under the light.

Five meters ahead.

A figure wearing a silver-gray sequined suit is striding over.

It was Zhao Tianyu, who had just been "invited" out by the bodyguards.

This guy is a weirdo.

After being kicked out, he became increasingly angry, feeling that he had misbehaved and that he had to get revenge.

So he picked out the most flamboyant outfit from the pile of spare clothes in the car, sprayed half a bottle of hairspray, and with a shiny head of hair, he managed to bribe the security guard at the door, preparing to make a surprise return.

He had just walked to the rest area.

She was still plotting how to bury that pretty boy in money later.

I looked up.

He saw a blob of red liquid, accompanied by the sound of wind, come crashing down on his face.

There was no time to dodge.

"Splash—"

Two glasses of red wine.

Along with the glass.

It slammed into Zhao Tianyu's face, which had just been touched up with makeup.

The glass shattered on the ground, breaking into countless pieces.

Red wine dripped down Zhao Tianyu's hair, nose, and chin.

He dyed his silver-gray suit, worth over ten thousand yuan, into an impressionistic abstract painting.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Several socialites who were chatting and drinking nearby were so shocked by what they saw that they dropped their bags.

Zhao Tianyu stood still.

I was completely stunned.

Red wine trickled down my eyelids and into my eyes, stinging painfully.

He was both ashamed and angry.

I just changed into new clothes!

Just got my hair done!

My newly built-up confidence!

Everything's ruined!

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Zhao Tianyu wiped the wine off his face, his eyes as red as a rabbit with conjunctivitis.

He saw clearly who the culprit was.

It's that waiter wearing an ill-fitting vest and flip-flops!

New and old grudges surged into my heart.

The string of "reason" in Zhao Tianyu's mind snapped with a "pop".

He didn't care what occasion it was.

At this moment.

He just wanted to vent.

Zhao Tianyu roared and swung his arm, slapping Ye Fan, who was still struggling to maintain his balance.

This slap.

It contained all of Young Master Zhao's anger.

"Snapped!"

crisp.

Loud and clear.

It even had a slight echo.

The sharp sound completely drowned out the melodious violin music in the banquet hall.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

Hundreds of eyes turned to look at them.

Ye Fan was stunned by the beating.

I was completely stunned.

He was the dignified master of the Dragon King Palace, controlling billions of dollars in wealth and commanding countless war gods.

Abroad, it's a place where even a stomp of your foot could cause an earthquake.

Surprisingly.

He was taken by a second-rate rich kid.

In public.

Did he slap me hard across the face?

My left cheek is burning with pain.

Five bright red finger marks quickly appeared, standing out starkly against his already not-so-pale face.

Ye Fan's ears were ringing.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhao Tianyu, whose face was covered in red wine and who looked like a mad dog.

Deep in the depths of the eyes.

A violent killing intent was rapidly gathering.

If it were in the past...

This person is now a corpse.

Even without killing, he could break the other person's wrist or kick their knee in a fraction of a second, making that ant kneel on the ground in repentance.

Ye Fan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The veins on his arms throbbed like living earthworms.

He's going to kill someone!

He has to kill!

Only blood can wash away this humiliation!

"Are you fucking blind?!"

Zhao Tianyu had no idea that he had just escaped death.

He pointed at Ye Fan's nose, spitting everywhere.

"You can't even hold a plate properly! Do you have Parkinson's or cerebellar atrophy?"

"Do you know how much this outfit of mine cost?"

"I couldn't afford to pay for it even if I sold you!"

"What are you looking at? Kneel down and wipe it clean for me!"

Zhao Tianyu got more and more into cursing, and raised his foot to kick Ye Fan.

The red light in Ye Fan's eyes intensified.

He took a half step back with his right foot, a standard starting stance.

As long as this kick goes out.

Zhao Tianyu's internal organs would be shattered into pieces.

At this critical moment.

A lazy voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, drifted over.

"Oh my, isn't this Young Master Zhao?"

Lu Li sat on the sofa, still holding the macaron that had been bitten in his hand.

He looked over there in surprise.

"What happened? You were playing the clown just now, and now you've switched to cosplaying beef stew in red wine?"

Su Feiyan sat next to her.

She was elegantly wiping her mouth with a tissue.

Hearing this, I almost burst out laughing.

Lu Li's voice was like a bucket of cold water, slightly extinguishing Ye Fan's impending outburst of anger.

He regained consciousness.

This is a banquet hosted by the Su Group.

The area was filled with celebrities from Jianghai City, as well as several reporters carrying cameras and microphones.

the most important is.

Su Feiyan watched from the side.

His current identity is that of a lowly security guard who hides his identity and silently protects his goddess for the sake of love.

If he suddenly starts killing someone now.

That would completely expose us.

All the pretense and forbearance before were wasted.

No.

Tolerate!

We must endure it!

Ye Fan forcefully suppressed his internal energy, which was powerful enough to split rocks and shatter monuments.

The breath caught in his chest, making him almost vomit blood.

This feeling.

It's worse than killing him.

"I'm...I'm sorry."