Chapter 118: Coming to Blows

Lu Yan He and the others looked up.

The person who pushed the door open was a member of another boy group.

MX.

A brand-new boy group launched by Star Entertainment last year. Unlike Feng Zhi, MX's popularity remained high as soon as it was launched.

This five-member boy group, each of them eighteen or nineteen years old, followed the same route as Feng Zhi in terms of image, both positioned as youth idols.

MX's debut became the final straw that broke Feng Zhi.

After that, the group activities that Feng Zhi used to have frequently gradually decreased, and all were transferred to MX.

The person who had just unceremoniously ridiculed Lu Yan He and the others was Ma Zhiyuan, a rich second-generation kid like Li Zhibai, whose family ran a company and was very wealthy. He came to the entertainment industry to play.

"Who the hell are you calling trash?" Li Zhibai stood up immediately, pointing at Ma Zhiyuan. "If you have the guts, say it again!"

Ma Zhiyuan sneered and said, "Has the matter of your family forcing someone to jump off a building been resolved? You're just yelling here. Who are you trying to scare!"

Li Zhibai was so angry that he wanted to roll up his sleeves and beat him up on the spot.

Yan Liang and Lu Yan He grabbed him from left and right.

"Why are you bothering with an idiot?" Lu Yan He didn't lower his voice and advised in a normal volume.

Li Zhibai: "Because this idiot deserves a beating."

Ma Zhiyuan sneered and glanced at Lu Yan He.

"Yo, it's really different now that you've become a little popular recently. You even dare to scold me to my face." Ma Zhiyuan's disdainful gaze fell on Lu Yan He without concealment. "A bunch of trash who haven't become popular after three years of debut, relying on heroic deeds to become popular—you really have thick skin. If I were you, I would have retired from the circle long ago."

Cheng Hai glared at this person angrily and said, "Ma Zhiyuan, your MX is popular, but there's no need to speak so harshly."

"The idiot just has a foul mouth," Li Zhibai said immediately.

Someone beside Ma Zhiyuan pulled him and said, "Zhiyuan, why are you wasting your breath on them? You already said they are a bunch of trash. What's there to say to trash?"

"Exactly, bothering with them lowers our status." Another person said.

Ma Zhiyuan hummed, looked at them coldly, and said, "That's right. Let's go, let's change to another shop to eat."

"Go eat shit in the toilet, you guys," Li Zhibai shouted immediately. "Daring to be arrogant in front of me, let's see how many hairs you've grown!"

Ma Zhiyuan had already pushed the door open and was about to leave. Hearing Li Zhibai shout this, he turned around and rushed over, grabbed an unopened bowl from the table next to him, and threw it at Li Zhibai.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was caught off guard.

Lu Yan He raised his left hand, blocking in front of Li Zhibai, clenched his left fist, and smashed it at the incoming bowl. His wrist hit it just right, and it fell to the ground and shattered.

"Hiss—" Lu Yan He's showing off lasted less than a second before he was pierced by the pain in his wrist.

"I fuck your—" Seeing Ma Zhiyuan make a move, Li Zhibai was furious. Without a word, he grabbed the bowls and chopsticks on the table and threw them at Ma Zhiyuan, one after another. Unfortunately, his aim was poor, and they all almost hit Ma Zhiyuan's head, shattering beside his head.

Ma Zhiyuan was scared pale, especially by the sound of those bowls and dishes shattering into pieces beside his ears, which scared him into pushing the door and running away.

"Still running! Grandson, let's see where you run!" Li Zhibai roared and was about to chase after him.

"Li Zhibai, stop!" Lu Yan He was in so much pain that he crouched down, but he still had to endure the pain and shout.

Li Zhibai's footsteps, just about to chase, paused and stopped, remembering that there was a wounded person here who had just been injured protecting him.

"Old Lu, are you okay?"

"Nonsense!" Lu Yan He's sweat beads rolled down his forehead. "It hurts to death. Being hit on the wrist by a set of bowls and dishes, see if it hurts you!"

Li Zhibai was both guilty and worried.

"Go, go to the hospital and check? Did you break a bone?"

Yan Liang said, "Go to the hospital and take an X-ray. It might really be a fracture; Lu Yan He's face is pale."

Under the intense pain, Lu Yan He broke into a sweat in just over ten seconds.

Sweat poured down like a rainstorm.

A group of people hurriedly took Lu Yan He to the hospital.

Li Zhibai shouted: "Boss, I'll come back to compensate you for the money later!"

The boss came out of the kitchen, looked at the mess on the floor, and was speechless.

At this time, a guest who had been sitting in the corner without making a sound slowly raised his head and glanced over here.

This was a very beautiful woman.

She was no longer young, but the mature charm she possessed was something young girls didn't have.

Her wavy hair draped behind her, she wore light makeup, and her eyes had a deep calmness.

The scene that just happened was already a familiar sight in her eyes.

Over the past few years, too many conflicts, contradictions, oppositions, and tearing each other apart had happened under her eyes—on the surface, in the dark, open tearing, and undercurrents.

After taking a half-year vacation and returning, there was still nothing new under the sun.

Chen Ziyan curled her lips slightly.

However, the young man who had desperately smashed the bowl with his hand at the critical moment just now still left a slight impression in the depths of her heart.

Fortunately, there was no fracture, not to that extent, but there was a slight hairline fracture.

The doctor gave him medicine, wrapped him in gauze, and gave some instructions.

They returned to the company at 1:00 PM.

The audition was about to start.

Seeing them appear, Zhou Ping'an finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where have you guys been? I haven't seen you for half a day!" Zhou Ping'an frowned and scolded.

Everyone said nothing; anyway, it was useless to say anything.

They returned to the conference room where they had the meeting in the morning; it was used as a waiting room in the afternoon.

Li Zhibai was very annoyed.

Lu Yan He's left hand was bound with a white gauze bag, very obvious, impossible to hide, and he didn't know if it would affect his audition later.

Lu Yan He saw Li Zhibai's annoyance and said, "Alright, don't think so much, it's fine."

Li Zhibai suddenly turned around and looked around. "Where is that grandson Ma Zhiyuan? Damn, he hit someone and wants to run?"

"What do you want to do? Hit him back?"

"Even if I don't hit him back, I have to teach him a lesson. Does he really think I'm easy to bully?" Li Zhibai said. "You suffered such a big loss because of me, it can't just end like this."

"I didn't plan to let it end like this, but it's not our turn to step forward." Lu Yan He said. "I'll go find Zhou Ping'an."

"Zhou Ping'an? You're crazy. How could he help you find trouble with Ma Zhiyuan?"

"Then you're wrong, he will find it." Lu Yan He said very firmly.

Li Zhibai didn't know why Lu Yan He was so certain.

But because Lu Yan He said so, Li Zhibai was half-believing.

Over the past half month, Li Zhibai had gradually gotten used to Lu Yan He's changes.

Now, when Lu Yan He made a judgment, Li Zhibai believed half of it as soon as he heard it. ===== CHAPTER 119 =====