Wilderness Romance!

Black Bull's eyebrows furrowed into a knot: "Miss, you..."

"Black Bull," Zhao Hongying interrupted, "I'll say it again, I want him dead."

Black Bull didn't say much. He knew Zhao Hongying's personality too well. If she didn't leave, even if Master Zhao came, there would be no way to stop her.

Left with no other choice, he could only turn to his two companions beside him and say, "You two, protect the young lady."

"Yes." The two responded and immediately stepped back, standing on either side of Zhao Hongying.

"Hey, feed him." The seven-colored head shoved the black bull. "I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf?"

"If you know what's good for you, get out of my way, or else I'll..."

Before he could finish speaking, Black Bull raised his fist, which was the size of a watermelon, and with a "bang," slammed it directly into Seven-Colored Head's face.

Seven-Colored Head's face suddenly tilted to the side, and he flew sideways, crashing into a table, shattering bottles and glasses all over the floor.

Blood and foam were coming out of his mouth, and two front teeth mixed with blood slid out from the corners of his mouth and landed among the broken glass.

Seven-Colored Head staggered to his feet, his face contorted into a ferocious and terrifying expression: "What the hell are you all standing there for? Get him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty people rushed towards Black Bull and his group.

Black Bull stepped forward, his shoulder slumped, and he knocked away the thug who was charging at the front. He then swung his elbow back, hitting the second man in the temple. The man went limp without even uttering a sound.

His fists were not only incredibly fast, but also extremely powerful. Each swing was accompanied by the sound of wind, and when they hit people, they were like iron hammers striking wooden boards, producing a series of muffled thuds. In the blink of an eye, the three people were already lying on the ground.

Seeing this, Qi Cai Tou shouted, "Ignore him, take down Zhao Hongying first."

Upon hearing this, seven or eight thugs immediately bypassed Black Bull and pounced on Zhao Hongying.

The two men responsible for protecting Zhao Hongying immediately went to meet her, but they did not have the fighting power of Hei Niu. In just a few breaths, they were knocked to the ground by several thugs working together.

Zhao Hongying sat on the sofa, holding an empty wine bottle in her hand. She appeared calm on the surface, but the panic in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Seeing this, Black Bull panicked and turned to rush to Zhao Hongying's side, but the thugs behind him wouldn't give him that chance.

The moment he turned around, several thugs pounced on him. Some grabbed his waist, some grabbed his arms, and some grabbed his legs.

Black Bull twisted his body forcefully, trying to shake off the thugs, but they were like leeches, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of them.

"Get out of the way."

Seven-Colored Head grabbed the wine bottle from the table and strode over.

With a muffled thud, the bottle slammed down on Black Bull's head, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

Black Bull's vision went black, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

"Fuck you, you dare hit me?"

Seven-Colored Head picked up another bottle and smashed it hard.

"thump."

Black Bull collapsed to the ground, his forehead hitting the floor, blood flowing down the back of his head, and he instantly fell into a coma.

The other four people who came with Black Bull also suffered injuries, but fortunately they remained conscious.

"Go, throw him out."

Two thugs immediately stepped forward, each grabbing one of the legs, and dragged the unconscious, blood-covered Black Bull toward the bar entrance.

"Pooh."

Seven-Colored Head spat in the direction the Black Bull had gone, then turned around and looked at Zhao Hongying and the others with a lewd expression.

"Zhao Hongying, if you have any other tricks up your sleeve, bring them on."

Zhao Hongying pretended to be calm, but her hand holding the wine bottle had already begun to tremble involuntarily.

"Name your price. I'll give you whatever it takes to let us leave."

"money?"

Seven-Colored Head shook his finger and sneered, "Zhao Hongying, I don't want money. If you want to leave, you can do it right here, in front of everyone. Serve me well, and I'll let you go."

Zhao Hongying tightened her grip on the wine bottle: "Don't go too far. If you dare touch a single hair on my head today, my father will never let you off."

"Here we go again, here we go again, aren't you fucking annoying?" Seven-Colored Head said impatiently, "Didn't I tell you not to use that old Zhao Si to scare me? Don't you understand?"

"Since you're unwilling, then we'll do it my way, brothers. Are the blue pills ready?"

"Ready!" everyone shouted in unison.

"Okay." Seven-Colored Head leaned forward, a playful smile curving his lips.

"My brothers are tough; I wonder if the three of you can handle them?"

"Okay, I'll give you one minute."

As he spoke, Seven-Colored Head suddenly unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants down to his ankles, revealing a yellowish-brown Pikachu boxer shorts underneath.

"Zhao Hongying, it's up to you whether you do it or let my brothers behind me do it."

Zhao Hongying's eye twitched slightly.

She had seen disgusting things, but never anything this disgusting.

The yellowish-brown Pikachu boxer shorts with the rainbow-colored head stood out starkly in the dim light. He even deliberately straightened his back, wearing a nauseating smile, as if showing off some amazing asset.

"What? Is it that hard to choose?" Seven-Colored Head tilted his head and patted his thigh. "How about I help you choose, and let my brothers do it?"

The group behind them burst into laughter. Some whistled, while others pushed forward, their eyes scanning Zhao Hongying and the other two women like a pack of starving wild dogs smelling meat.

Zhao Hongying tightened her grip on the bottle again; at that moment, she wished she could smash the bottle to death.

But she knew that once the bottle was dropped, the three of them would never be able to leave this bar that night.

"What do we do, Hongying?" The woman in the black off-the-shoulder jumpsuit looked panicked, her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Are we... are we not going to be able to leave today?"

"Yes, Hongying, you have to think of something quickly, I don't want... I don't want them to mess with me."

"There are so many of them, they'll kill us."

"Miss, why don't we take a gamble?" The man who came with Black Bull gritted his teeth, his face full of determination: "The three of us will hold them off for a while. As long as we can escape the bar, everything will turn around."

Zhao Hongying looked around. There were so many people on the other side. If Hei Niu were still here, there might have been some chance, but now, it was impossible.

Time flew by, and everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Hongying and her group.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Lu Pingchuan stood up, making a move to go to Zhao Hongying.

The pink-haired girl grabbed Lu Pingchuan and whispered, "Brother, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind?"

"To tell you the truth, that guy with the seven-colored hair is one of Brother Pao's men. He's deliberately targeting Zhao Hongying."

"Yeah, bro," Green Hair chimed in. "What's the difference between you going there now and sending yourself to your death? Listen to me, don't get involved in this. As long as you don't go, the three of us will listen to you tonight."

Lu Pingchuan had come to find Zhao Hongying, so how could he possibly miss such a good opportunity?

Moreover, since that Seven-Colored Head is one of Luo Sanpao's men, we can't just sit idly by.

Lu Pingchuan glanced at the three of them and reminded them, "I know what I'm doing. But you three, if you're afraid of being implicated, you should leave here immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Pingchuan strode towards Zhao Hongying's direction.

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