Chapter 2350

Chang Shengli, like a frightened ostrich, hugged his head tightly and squatted in the aisle, curled up. His body trembled slightly, as if he felt fear and unease about everything around him.

Standing beside Chang Shengli were two armed police officers full of murderous intent, their hands gripping Type 81 assault rifles tightly, the pitch-black muzzles pointing straight at Chang Shengli's head. This was mainly because a gun had been found on this guy, which was why he received such special treatment.

Yet, although this guy looked very fearful and uneasy, and his body was still trembling slightly, the expression on his face was the complete opposite of his outward appearance; not only was there no fear, but he also looked completely unconcerned.

Moreover, from time to time, he would slightly raise his head and look at those he had beaten with a mocking gaze. The corners of his mouth even curled into a smug smile, a smile full of provocation and disdain, as if he were mocking those people for being helpless against him.

This obvious provocative behavior undoubtedly angered everyone present. For a moment, curses rose one after another like a tide, showing that the anger toward Chang Shengli had reached its peak. Some people even couldn't suppress their inner impulses and wanted to rush over and beat him up severely.

However, because the scene had already been controlled by the armed police, those angry people couldn't break through the defense line at all and could only stare in frustration from where they were, which instead made Chang Shengli even more smug.

Just then, a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared before Chang Shengli's eyes, as if they had suddenly popped out without any warning, and these leather shoes were polished so brightly that even though the lighting was somewhat dim, Chang Shengli could vaguely see his own reflection on the surface of the shoes.

Chang Shengli's gaze fell involuntarily on the leather shoes in front of him, then his line of sight moved slowly upward along the shoes, first seeing a pair of straight trouser legs, then a finely tailored suit jacket, and finally, seeing a smiling face looking down at him from above.

"Your name is Chang Shengli?"

Tang Lin looked down at Chang Shengli, his tone very calm, as if he had met an acquaintance on the street and had just casually said hello.

Chang Shengli curled his lips and grinned, revealing a row of somewhat uneven teeth: "It is your grandfather, me!"

Hearing Chang Shengli's words, Tang Lin was not angry, his smile remaining bright: "My name is Tang Lin; I am the owner of this bar."

"Oh?" Chang Shengli's eyebrows arched slightly, and he said arrogantly: "Damn it, consider yourself lucky to have run into this group of soldiers training nearby; otherwise, I wouldn't just smash your bar, I'd break your ribs and sever your hamstrings!"

"Is that so?" The smile on Tang Lin's face became brighter and brighter, but no matter how one looked at it, it made people feel somewhat creepy. Then, Tang Lin turned around slowly, reached out with an elegant and calm motion, gripped the back of a chair, and suddenly lifted it up.

Immediately following, Tang Lin swung the chair without hesitation and smashed it fiercely toward Chang Shengli's head. In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone in the entire bar was stunned by this sudden scene.

"Bang!" After a dull sound, blood splattered; Chang Shengli's head seemed to have been blown open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing everywhere.

Chang Shengli's body shuddered violently, then he fell backward, the back of his head hitting the ground heavily with a dull thud. The whole process was too fast for anyone to react. Chang Shengli's head was instantly covered in blood, and his face, body, and the ground were all covered in scarlet bloodstains, which were shocking to the eye.

And Chang Shengli didn't even let out a groan before lying lifelessly on the ground. If it weren't for the obvious rise and fall of his chest, looking at that blood-covered face and tightly closed eyes, it would be hard to believe he was still alive.

This scene was simply too sudden and too bloody, so much so that the entire bar fell into a strange silence in an instant. Everyone opened their mouths wide but couldn't make a sound, as if time had stopped at this moment.

For Tang Lin, I shouldn't have to go looking for you; you should be burning incense for good luck, yet you actually had the guts to come to my territory to cause trouble. Moreover, these second-generation types often do things without reason; this time I have the reason, so I have to deal with you until you're dead.

"Damn you, dare to hit my boss, I'll kill you!" A furious roar broke this suffocating silence; Ermingzi jumped up from the ground like a spring, his face full of rage.

Immediately after, this guy let out a miserable scream as he was kicked in the waist by an armed policeman; his body flew sideways like a kite with a broken string, knocking over a row of seats before falling heavily to the ground with a 'bang' thud.

This guy curled his body into a ball, his right hand tightly covering his waist; the intense pain caused a layer of fine sweat to instantly break out on his forehead, and his face turned as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

Ermingzi felt that his breathing had become difficult; with every breath he took, the pain in his waist felt like it was being gnawed by ten million ants, and he felt like he was going to die.

Those of Chang Shengli's subordinates, some of whom had originally stood up wanting to rush over to avenge Chang Shengli, saw Ermingzi's miserable state, and the courage in their hearts instantly vanished. Without hesitation, they suppressed their restless impulses, hugged their heads tightly, and squatted back down. They didn't even dare to raise their heads, fearing that they would also get a kick like Ermingzi.

At the same time, they kept comforting themselves in their hearts that it wasn't that they lacked loyalty, but in this situation, the boss was already unconscious, and the other side was a group of armed police with guns; fighting them head-on was clearly not a wise choice. It was better to endure for now and wait for a suitable opportunity to take revenge.

"Heh!" Accompanied by a light laugh, Zhang Zuo's gaze first fell on Ermingzi, then looked at Chang Shengli, who was still in a coma, and then raised his hand, snapping his fingers with an exaggerated motion.

"Brother Dazuo!" A waiter walked over quickly, bowing slightly as he spoke, appearing very respectful.

Zhang Zuo pointed to an empty beer bottle on the table next to him while casting his gaze toward Chang Shengli, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.

"Go, get me a bottle of holy water."

The waiter was clearly somewhat confused; he hesitated for a moment and asked: "Brother Dazuo, what is holy water?"

Zhang Zuo was very dissatisfied with the waiter's reaction and said with a frown: "Haven't you watched Journey to the West?"

This waiter still stood there looking blank, at a loss. But another waiter next to him had his eyes light up, quickly picked up a beer bottle, and without a word, turned and left: "I'll go!"