Zhou Weiyu's tears flowed down, and her lips were bitten with teeth marks.
Song Yang came over and wiped Zhou Weiyu's face with his fingers.
He whispered, "Don't cry, I'll take care of everything."
Song Yang's words seemed to be a stabilizer, and Zhou Weiyu nodded vigorously.
Song Yang turned around, his face turning cold.
The boss said, "Do you want to serve the beer? The beer is on the floor, kneel down and get it yourself."
Song Yang raised his hand and slapped him, making a snapping sound.
The boss's face was swollen, revealing five finger marks.
Song Yu said, "You are an idiot who needs to be punished. You still want me to serve you some wine. How many glasses? Is that fat guy qualified?"
The boss covered his face and yelled, "You actually hit me! Fine! I will deduct Zhou Weiyu's salary for this month and fire her, leaving her father with no money to treat his illness and die!!"
Song Yang was too lazy to talk nonsense and waved his hand to slap him again.
Bang!
The other half of the boss's face was also swollen.
He stepped back in shock, shouting, "The street boss, Fatty Rong, was right next to me, and you hit me. I want you to regret it!!"
Song Yang raised his hand, grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
The boss was so scared that he twitched his broken legs, but it was useless. He was hung in the air by Song Yang helplessly.
Song Yang said: "Who do you think you are? How dare you threaten my woman!"
The boss held himself up and shouted, "If you dare to touch me, I'll let the street boss Fatty Rong break one of your legs~!"
Song Yang punched the boss, and his nose started bleeding. He shed tears of pain.
Song Yang threw it to the ground.
The boss cried and hugged Fatty Rong's thighs and said, "Brother Rong, please take charge of this for me! I was beaten."
Fatty Rong said: "Don't be afraid, Brother Rong will make the decision for you!"
He looked at Song Yang and said, "It's not too late for you to kneel down and apologize to the store owner. If you kneel down to serve the wine and let your woman accompany you for the wine, I won't mind your arrogance."
Song Yang slapped him.
Fatty Rong was knocked over and crawled under the table.
He got up and shouted, "How dare you hit me! Kill him for me!"
“Ahhhh!”
Several men rushed towards Song Yang together, each holding the empty beer bottles they had just shot out.
"Oh my god, he's going to shoot me in the head with a bottle!"
"This is bullying! So many people fighting against one person."
"The boy is going to be finished!"
"What a shame, such a handsome guy!"
…
The diners were amazed.
The timid ones have covered their eyes, unable to bear to see the bloody scene.
“Ahhhh!”
Those who were preparing to shoot Song Yang in the head all flew back along their original route.
The diners looked at Song Yang in shock.
Those who beat people were all fat and strong, but unexpectedly, Song Yang took care of them in the blink of an eye.
This whole process didn't even take three seconds.
There were six people rushing over, and it took Song Yang an average of 0.5 seconds to knock one person away!
The fat man stood there, looking at his fallen companion with a nervous look on his face.
He thought Song Yang was a bronze player, but he didn't expect that he was actually a king!
Song Yang walked over.
The fat man swallowed his saliva and said, "Don't come over here, my eldest brother is Taishan, the master of black boxing! If you hit me, he won't let you go!"
Song Yang chuckled.
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Yang's smile meant that everything was fine.
The next moment Song Yang grabbed his hand, pressed it to the ground and stomped on it.
Snap!
My hand bone is broken.
The fat man screamed and rolled on the ground.
Song Yang spat and said, "You are nothing. If you dare to touch my woman, you must be prepared to bear my wrath. Cutting off your hand is a warning. Next time, I will break your neck. Get lost!"