“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.”
They had drank quite a lot, there wasn’t time to wait too long.
Flat Head Man covered his bleeding nose: “Good...got guts huh, not afraid to die right! You just wait for me!”
Flat Head Man then shouted at his underlings: “Keep an eye on those two for me. If you let them get away, it’ll be your heads!”
After saying so, he charged out of the bar.
The few underlings nursed their wounds as they retreated to one side, watching Cheng Jinyan warily as they waited for their boss to come back with people.
Whispers rang out from the surroundings.
They said this group were the local tyrants who controlled this area, and that Cheng Jinyan and Qiao Ying had gotten themselves into trouble.
Yet the two involved continued clinking glasses and chatting as if nothing had happened.
“Where’d you pick up this watch? It’s pretty cute, when did your taste get so grounded?” Cheng Jinyan looked at the watch on Qiao Ying’s wrist.
Qiao Ying: “Qiao Ying’s younger brother gave it to me.”
Cheng Jinyan: “And you even picked up a free little brother? With you willing to wear something like this, seems you’re pretty fond of this little brother.”
Qiao Ying: “My no-good little brother is clean and refined, obedient and sensible, quiet and well-behaved. I’ll introduce him if there’s a chance.”
Cheng Jinyan: “This little brother of yours sure is blessed to be able to call you sister. So favoured by you.”
Qiao Ying: “The rest of my family are each more outrageous than the last. Not killing them all is only out of consideration for me and my little brother.”
The two chatted while drinking.
The bar manager came over with two bottles of wine, speaking in a low voice for them to hurry and leave. These people had powerful backgrounds, there’s nothing they wouldn’t dare to do.
Cheng Jinyan laughed: “It’s fine, I’m a lawyer who specializes in sweeping out evil forces and upholding justice.”
The bar manager felt he had met an idiot.
With the underlings right there staring at them, the manager didn’t dare cause any trouble, he could only stay silent.
He was just worried his bar would get smashed later.
Unable to get Cheng Jinyan to leave, the manager shot him an resentful glare.
Just then, a commotion rang out from the entrance of the bar.
Over thirty young men wielding iron bars and blades swaggered right in.
The customers screamed as they rushed towards the entrance, quickly escaping from this dangerous place.
In just a short while, the bar had been cleared out.
“Boss, it’s them. The man's a lawyer but knows how to fight.” Flat Head Man said, leading his brother back in with aggressive momentum, immediately pointing at Cheng Jinyan.
Then he said to Cheng Jinyan: “Brat, you got guts not running away. Gotta admire you for being a man.”
Flat Head Man’s older brother was a slender man with rugged features full of knife scars. The scars and tattoos criss-crossed on his exposed arms, so densely packed you couldn’t differentiate between scars and tattoos without looking closely.
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.
