Chapter 170: The Focus of the Audience

Cui Jinghui might not dare to touch Jin Zhiyuan, but dealing with Zheng Qian was easy for him, wasn't it?

Did he think he was someone special to Knife-Wielding Jin just because he exchanged a few words with him?

Cui Jinghui truly didn't believe that nonsense today.

Last time, at Lu Shanshan's birthday party, he and Zheng Qian were already at odds. If Shi Yuzhu hadn't intervened, Zheng Qian would have been head-butted with a wine bottle by him long ago.

Was it his turn to lecture and scold people today?

Who did Zheng Qian think he was?

"What, you want to fight me?" Zheng Qian said, unafraid. Today, Cui Jinghui really couldn't do anything to him.

Seeing this, Lu Shanshan hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

She knew that given Cui Jinghui's temper, his brain wasn't working rationally at the moment.

If Zheng Qian really provoked Cui Jinghui, he would definitely act without considering the consequences.

"Zheng Qian, say less and apologize to Cui Jinghui; let's just call it even," Lu Shanshan urged. "Everyone is a classmate; there's no need to resort to violence. What's the point of drawing blood?"

There was a hint of intimidation in Lu Shanshan's words, intended to remind Zheng Qian that Cui Jinghui was acting mindlessly right now, and to encourage Zheng Qian to take a step back.

Cui Jinghui was also a bit hesitant. After all, this was Knife-Wielding Jin's establishment, and as a competitor, causing trouble here was indeed inappropriate.

Moreover, he had just angered Knife-Wielding Jin; if he provided further grounds for criticism, he would surely suffer today.

If Zheng Qian apologized, he would let him off the hook today.

If he didn't apologize and insisted on going head-to-head, then Cui Jinghui wouldn't care about anything else—he would finish Zheng Qian first!

"Zheng Qian, hurry up and apologize, and we'll be fine," Lu Shanshan continued to urge from the side.

Shi Yuzhu was hesitant at this moment, not knowing what to say; helping either side would be awkward.

"Apologize? Why should I apologize to him?"

Zheng Qian didn't want to pay attention to Lu Shanshan at this moment either.

"He humiliated my girlfriend just now; shouldn't he be the one apologizing?"

The group was slightly stunned.

They didn't expect that Zheng Qian, this soft-eating gigolo, would have such a strong attitude when it came to defending Jin Lu.

They knew she was supporting him and giving him money to spend.

But Jin Lu wasn't even here, so why did he have to make things so tense with his classmates?

Taking a step back would open up a vast sky.

Lu Shanshan stopped interjecting at this point. It was indeed Cui Jinghui's fault earlier; he had said those things just to humiliate Zheng Qian, but somehow he had offended Knife-Wielding Jin.

"Even if you kneel and apologize to me today, I won't let you off!"

Everyone: "???"

After hearing this, Cui Jinghui's eyes turned bloodshot, and he shrieked hysterically, "Damn it! Go to hell!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a glass bottle and lunged, aiming to stab at Zheng Qian's throat.

Just at this moment, a man in a black suit nearby suddenly acted, kicking Cui Jinghui's wrist. The glass bottle in his hand dropped with a clatter.

"Ah!"

Cui Jinghui screamed in pain. It felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed train. His hand was now sunken backward, dangling loosely from his wrist. The bone had been kicked into pieces, held together only by muscle and skin.

The person who intervened was Duan Qiran. He had been watching the situation from nearby and had witnessed the entire process.

During this time, Duan Qiran had wanted to intervene several times, but was held back by Zheng Qian's sharp gaze.

Seeing Cui Jinghui about to attack, Duan Qiran had been keeping a close eye on Zheng Qian's table.

"Situation on the 3rd floor, situation on the 3rd floor! Everyone get up here!"

Duan Qiran held his earpiece and communicated with the others via the headset.

After Zheng Qian finished arranging the work, Duan Qiran had emphasized to these people that protecting Zheng Qian was their primary duty; managing the club and providing security were secondary.

Now that Zheng Qian's life was threatened, everyone on the headset was terrified.

They had taken so much of Zheng Qian's money; didn't they have to work for him?

Soon, the men in black from the provincial Chinese Kickboxing team, who were distributed in every corner and corridor of Red Rose, all rushed toward the 3rd floor.

In just 30 seconds, twenty or thirty men in black had gathered at Red Rose, creating an imposing momentum.

The guests playing downstairs all knew that these men in black were responsible for the security tonight. Their collective rush to the third floor surely meant something big had happened.

Everyone's gaze and attention were focused on the third floor.

There was no dry ice fog tonight, so people on the first and second floors could clearly see the situation on the third floor.

Even many gossips followed and swarmed to the third floor, wanting to see what exactly had happened.

Even the music in the whole venue stopped!

"Isn't that Cui Jinghui, the young master of Seattle Club? Why is he here?"

"Looking at the stance, it seems like he got into a fight with someone. Otherwise, why would all the security personnel rush to the third floor?"

"I reckon it's a big deal. Since all the security guards went over, why don't we go up and take a look?"

"Who is the person who clashed with Cui Jinghui? I've never seen him before."

"Maybe he's some young master from another family, otherwise how would he dare to go head-to-head with Cui Jinghui?"

"I don't think so. I know all the young masters in Yezhou, and I haven't seen this guy!"

"Either that, or he's a big-city guy here to play. I don't know, but it's a big deal."

The whole venue started discussing heatedly.

Cui Jinghui's reputation in Yebai was quite formidable; no one in the circle didn't know him.

Seeing him get into a conflict with someone, everyone held a spectator's mentality to watch the show.

Swish, swish, swish, swish.

On Zheng Qian's side, twenty or thirty people had gathered, surrounding the booth tightly.

Cui Jinghui and his group were terrified and all stood up from their seats. Tang Xingyu protected Cui Jinghui, whose hand was broken, behind him.

"Little Duan, what's the situation?" a man in black asked.

"It's nothing big. This brat just tried to make a move, and I stopped him," Duan Qiran explained.

Duan Qiran was the provincial team's Chinese Kickboxing bronze medalist. Chinese Kickboxing emphasizes leg techniques; the muscles on his thighs even protruded outward, and their dimensions could even rival the waists of some thin people.

That kick just now had directly broken Cui Jinghui's hand.

This scene scared Yu Nana, and her makeup started flaking off her face.

Tang Xingyu was also a bit panicked. He didn't expect that the security personnel here would all help Zheng Qian. There were twenty or thirty people here; even if they called for help now, it would be too late.

Back in college, Zheng Qian and Cui Jinghui were already at odds. If he took this opportunity to crush Cui Jinghui now, it would be really troublesome.

"You have some nerve. Do you know who my boyfriend is? He's the young master of Seattle Club! You actually dared to break his hand!" Yu Nana gathered her courage and made a threat, trying to scare off Duan Qiran and the others.

"I don't care about your young master of this or that. Are you trying to kill people here?"

Duan Qiran stepped forward a few steps. He wasn't afraid of any Seattle Club. Zheng Qian paid them so much money; of course, they were all working for Zheng Qian now.

"Brother Qian, are you alright?"