Chapter 2625: Why Stand on Ceremony with Me?

"Hey! Why stand on ceremony with me, Tong Jie!" With this casual remark, he revealed his special concern for Tong Lan. As he spoke, he picked up his wine glass, clinked it lightly against hers, and downed the drink in one go.

Setting down the glass, Tong Lan's expression turned solemn again. She said uneasily, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I'm afraid that person from just now won't let this go so easily."

Zhao Desan gave a dismissive chuckle and said, "Tong Jie, don't you worry. Whatever happens, I, Comrade Xiao Zhao, will handle it."

Zhao Desan's words made Tong Lan feel a sweet warmth in her heart; being with him gave her a sense of security. She couldn't help but think that if Zhao Desan hadn't been there tonight, she surely would have been harassed by that four-eyed nerd. Fortunately, Zhao Desan had stepped up, saving her from humiliation. However, this created a new problem: the conflict between that guy and the bar had now become a direct conflict with Zhao Desan, bringing him trouble.

"I'm afraid that guy from earlier will come looking for trouble with you." Tong Lan vaguely felt that this matter wouldn't end here, and she couldn't help but worry a little for Zhao Desan.

"What's there to worry about? With this group of brothers here, what could that four-eyed nerd possibly do to me?" Zhao Desan smiled nonchalantly and gestured for everyone to keep drinking.

Before long, the atmosphere returned to its state before the incident, becoming exceptionally lively. The group, now in high spirits, stood up in unison and began to sway to the rhythmic music. Even Zhao Desan, feeling elated after his heroic act of saving a damsel in distress, stood up and began dancing with his hands raised.

Seeing the group having so much fun, Tong Lan felt a bit restless and stood up, dancing in front of Zhao Desan. The tight, ultra-short cheongsam she wore made her figure look exceptionally sexy and hot. Her swaying waist and hips, with every supple movement, were incredibly alluring. Especially for Zhao Desan, who was standing behind her, seeing her full, rounded buttocks swaying with her dance moves made him feel dizzy and his blood boil. He couldn't hold back, and his hands tentatively reached out to rest lightly on her full hips... To Zhao Desan's pleasant surprise, Tong Lan did not resist his actions and continued to sway in front of him. The cheongsam, which already highlighted her graceful curves, made her figure look even more shapely. Although his hands were resting on her hips through the fabric, the faint sensation of her skin and the sensual feel were within reach. It was as if her entire body was wrapped in a single layer of silk, and the smooth, soft sensation made his heart race.

Under the flickering, hazy lights, Zhao Desan gradually fell into a reverie. Standing behind Tong Lan, with his hands resting lightly on her hips, he gradually closed his eyes as he followed her dynamic, seductive dance moves. He was completely intoxicated, fantasizing about Tong Lan standing before him, stark naked, dancing passionately. It was absolutely exhilarating...

As for Zhao Desan moving closer to her back and rubbing against her with his body, Tong Lan did not resist at all; instead, she felt she was enjoying it. With the friction of their bodies, the ambiguous atmosphere between the man and woman grew more intense—so intense that Zhao Desan wished he could wrap his arms tightly around the waist of this beautiful young woman, who exuded a unique charm in her cheongsam... At thirty, Tong Lan felt an increasingly strong sense of loneliness and emptiness in her heart. She longed to be held in Zhao Desan's arms and feel the warmth of his broad, sturdy embrace. She lacked the sense of security that a woman needed, and she increasingly craved to be conquered by Zhao Desan...

The soaring atmosphere made Tong Lan's face flush red, and her delicate, refined features appeared even more mature. She seemed to sense the change in Zhao Desan's body, feeling something hard constantly rubbing up and down against her buttocks. The itchy sensation made her heart flutter...

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was reaching its peak, a security guard ran over in a panic, waking Tong Lan from her fantasies. He said frantically, "Manager Tong, it's bad! You'd better go take a look!"

Tong Lan sobered up, and without even asking what had happened, she followed the guard in a hurry toward the bar entrance.

Before they even reached the door, Tong Lan heard a rhythmic, metallic clanging sound: "Clang, clang... clang, clang, clang..." When she arrived at the bar entrance and looked out, she was shocked and couldn't help but widen her eyes. By the side of the road in front of the bar, a group of guys in strange outfits riding heavy motorcycles had appeared out of nowhere. The motorcycles were lined up in a row in front of the railing, and each of these guys was holding a gleaming steel pipe, rhythmically and uniformly striking the railing.

"What are you people doing? Do you know whose territory this is? You dare to cause trouble here!" Tong Lan stood on the platform in front of the bar and shouted at the group.

At the same time, the manager in charge of security inside the bar had already ordered more than twenty fully armed security guards to stand in a row, holding batons, forming a protective wall at the bar entrance.

Seeing Tong Lan speak up, the leader of the group took off his helmet, shook his yellow hair, and said to Tong Lan, "We know this is Brother Jin's place. We won't cause trouble inside the establishment, but tonight, a kid in this place offended my big brother. Tell that kid to get out here immediately! Otherwise, we aren't leaving!" As he spoke, the yellow-haired man took the lead and shouted, "Hand him over!"

The other dozens of people shouted in unison, "Hand him over..." while rhythmically striking the roadside guardrail with their steel pipes.

"Hand him over... clang, clang, clang... hand him over... clang, clang, clang..." For a time, this sound echoed throughout the night sky.

Just as Tong Lan was at a loss for what to do, a waiter ran over to tip off Zhao Desan, who was still self-intoxicated inside the bar. Upon receiving this news, Zhao Desan led Han Wu, Hei Gou, and a dozen other brothers, each clutching a beer bottle, and rushed out of the bar at top speed.

Arriving at the bar entrance and seeing the scene before him, Zhao Desan was truly taken aback. He saw at least forty or fifty motorcycles parked in a row against the roadside railing. The guys in strange outfits on the bikes were all sturdy and fierce, shirtless, shouting slogans in unison, and rhythmically striking the railing with steel pipes, creating a 'clang, clang, clang' sound that echoed through the night. The scene looked quite imposing.

But Zhao Desan didn't feel any fear, because he had already witnessed the scene of Sun Maomao's fifty or sixty cars and over two hundred people. This scene, which outsiders could only see in movies, was a bit inferior in Zhao Desan's eyes.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, go back inside quickly. These people are likely the ones called by that leader from the Land and Resources Bureau to take revenge on you!" Seeing Zhao Desan delivering himself to the door, Tong Lan hurriedly signaled to him.

Zhao Desan, however, smiled dismissively and said, "Tong Jie, what is there to fear? I've seen bigger scenes than this. Can such a small scene scare me, Zhao Desan?"

"You have fewer people today; you'll be at a disadvantage," Tong Lan said with a worried expression.

At this moment, Han Wu chuckled and said to Tong Lan, "Tong Jie, you're underestimating the brothers. Even if more people come, the brothers won't be afraid!" Ever since that time when thirty-plus people defeated Sun Maomao's two hundred-plus men, the morale of Han Wu's group had soared. This was precisely why 'Golden Leopard' had asked Tong Lan to recruit them.

"You guys go inside the bar. They won't dare to cause trouble in Brother Jin's place." Tong Lan was still afraid that Zhao Desan and his men would suffer, wanting to resolve this matter peacefully.