Chapter 113: At My Own Door.

Chapter 113

“Aren’t lawyers the ones who should abide by laws the most? How come you’re also here at a bar picking up chicks? Mr. Lawyer, is this legal?” Flat Head Man verbally teased, joking with Cheng Jinyan.

Cheng Jinyan just smiled faintly without answering, drinking his wine.

“Yo, scared? Don’t dare to talk anymore? Afraid it’ll get out and you’ll lose your job? Weren’t you quite arrogant just now, pretty strong too?”

Seeing that Cheng Jinyan had backed down, Flat Head Man immediately felt his face had been saved, and became even more arrogant with his words.

“Hey, Mr. Lawyer, teach me a bit, later when I drag you out and give you a beating, then get this little beauty to accompany me drinking, what crime will I be convicted of?”

Cheng Jinyan: “You won’t be convicted.”

Flat Head Man laughed out loud again, and patted Cheng Jinyan’s shoulder.

“Really scared now? Hmm?” Flat Head Man’s expression turned sinister: “Know to be afraid now? Too late, who the hell told you to try and show off in front of me.”

Flat Head Man had his arm around Cheng Jinyan’s shoulder, speaking viciously.

Qiao Ying lightly clicked her tongue: “A bit noisy, you wanna go or should I?”

Cheng Jinyan: “I’ll go.”

Saying so, he slightly tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp. Cheng Jinyan turned to look at Flat Head Man, the moment the wine entered his throat he suddenly powerfully elbowed Flat Head Man in the face. Flat Head Man bled on the spot, crashing into the sofa.

Several underlings were shocked, and reacted by raising their fists to rush at Cheng Jinyan. Cheng Jinyan abruptly stood up, and kicked the underling at the very front, sending him flying out.

Qiao Ying looked on, she had to say, him fighting in a suit and glasses had a kind of indescribable appeal. Along with Cheng Jinyan’s decisive and vicious skills, it was not a bad visual feast.

She couldn’t help but think of Qin Hanyue who wore suits every day.

The boss of the God's Arms Gang, his skills shouldn’t be bad right?

She wondered if there’d be a chance to see him fighting in a suit, with that face of his. Qiao Ying thought for a bit, then took a drink - hmm, it would definitely look very good.

When Qiao Ying pulled her thoughts back, the few underlings were already lying flat on the ground, only leaving intermittent wails behind.

The people at the surrounding booths had already been frightened away, but they didn’t run far, only standing further away to watch the spectacle.

After all, at bars, fights and brawls happened frequently. Everyone was already long used to them.

Cheng Jinyan raised his head and lightly adjusted his glasses. His hand steadily held onto the wine glass. He walked over and pulled Flat Head Man, who had just recovered, up from the sofa and threw him onto the ground.

Then he extended his hand to pour some wine.

While pouring, he said to Flat Head Man: “Dragging me out to give me a beating, then letting her accompany you to drink, none of those would result in criminal penalties.”

Cheng Jinyan drank a bit, using his long fingers to point at Flat Head Man, then continued: “Because you wouldn’t have the chance.”

Flat Head Man crawled up: “You...just you wait, don’t run if you have the guts. I’ll get people to come back and properly kill you!”

Cheng Jinyan didn’t bother with Flat Head Man, he just earnestly and carefully wiped his leather shoes with a paper napkin.

Qiao Ying then looked at her watch: “Hurry it up a bit.”

Scar Man disdainfully laughed: “Lawyer? I’ve been mixing around for so long but haven’t had the chance to cut up a lawyer yet.” He looked Qiao Ying up and down, eyes filled with obscene laughter: “Be careful with everyone, don’t hurt the little beauty. I still have...uses for her later.”

Scar Man’s gaze turned back to Cheng Jinyan as he arrogantly said: “Today I’ll take a good look at what skills you lawyers have—go get ‘em!”

Qiao Ying leisurely said: “I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the right.”

Cheng Jinyan: “Okay.”

What followed next was the endless sounds of bashing, wailing, weapons clashing, and bodies hitting the floor echoing within the bar.

The scene was chaotic and dreadful.

Qiao Ying held the nape of the last man with one hand, fiercely slamming him against the wall. He crashed onto the ground by the wall, lying there motionless like roadkill.

She took a look at how Cheng Jinyan was faring before stepping over the bodies on the floor and sitting down at the bar counter.

Raising a hand, she knocked on the bar counter: “Get up, make me a drink.”

The terrified mixologist who had been cowering under the bar counter shakily got to his feet holding onto the wine cabinet: “Wha-wha-what would you l-l-like?”

Cheng Jinyan put down the last man and took off his blood-stained suit jacket, casually throwing it onto the floor.

Not before taking out the bank card Qiao Ying had stuffed into his pocket earlier.

He then loosened his crooked tie, walking towards Qiao Ying as he did so.

Spotting the cowering bar owner and manager in the corner, Cheng Jinyan beckoned them over to pass the card: “Tonight’s damages to the bar will be paid by me.”

The bar owner and manager, who had seemed to lose both parents just moments ago, immediately regained their parents upon receiving the card. They looked at Cheng Jinyan with gratitude and tears.

Qiao Ying looked at the unmoving bodies covering the floor. Leaving them there would be troublesome.

The ruckus had been huge, the police would definitely come soon.

Annoying.

So she asked Cheng Jinyan: “You calling or should I?”

Before Cheng Jinyan could reply,

Scar Man struggled to get up from the floor: “Brat, which street corner do you mix at? You know who we are?”

Cheng Jinyan earnestly replied: “A lawyer and a student.”

Scar Man: “Lawyer, student. Good, you got guts mixing it up with our Triad. If the two of you can walk out of this bar later, I’ll cut my head off to be your pisspot.”

Scar Man then berated his underlings: “Go call all our nearby brothers over!”

Just as Qiao Ying was about to take out her phone to call someone over to clean up, she paused upon hearing “Triad”, and happily kept her phone.

Qiao Ying: “Sure, you make the call then.”

Cheng Jinyan helplessly complained: “My luck today...”

Saying so, he took out his phone.