Chapter 102: Looking for Trouble

Inside the bar, the atmosphere at the booth was quite subtle at this moment.

Chen Che had already finished suppressing the poison, but he was still easing his fatigue.

The three drunken women had also sobered up; they sat quietly on the sofa, their expressions varied, wondering what they were thinking.

Li Qingyan stared at the three of them on purpose, revealing a malicious smile: "I say, you three, why aren't you saying anything? I have a video here; if this were sold online, it would be worth a lot of money!"

Cheng Kexin, Cheng Kexiang, and Qian Rongrong all blushed at the same time, recalling their loss of composure after drinking earlier, feeling absolutely mortified!

"Don't be so smug! We drank too much, but you didn't drink much and you were the same as us!"

Cheng Kexin, resentful of Li Qingyan's teasing, retorted.

"So what if I was? I'm not in the video!" Li Qingyan raised her phone, looking gleeful.

"I'm going to dance!"

Qian Rongrong couldn't sit still anymore and nimbly jumped into the dance floor.

"I'm going too, Sister Qian, teach me!"

Cheng Kexiang was thin-skinned to begin with, and at this moment, her face was like a red-hot branding iron.

"I'm going to the restroom!"

Cheng Kexin couldn't win an argument against Li Qingyan, so she had no choice but to flee in a panic.

Li Qingyan shifted her gaze to the male lead, Chen Che, and teased: "Being served by four great beauties like us, don't you feel extra good!"

Chen Che swallowed a mouthful of wine and said with lingering fear: "Third Senior Sister, it's you too; they drank too much and you didn't stop them, but instead messed around with them, almost causing my Great Red Sun Poison to flare up!"

"You brat, you're getting a bargain and still acting coy; don't force me to beat you!"

Li Qingyan laughed and scolded, stood up and came before Chen Che, stretched out her fair, jade-like hand, her eyes charming as silk, and invited him: "This gentleman, may I invite you to dance?"

Chen Che didn't know what Li Qingyan was up to again; her temperament was eccentric and impossible to guess, but with a beauty inviting him, how could he refuse?

Chen Che swallowed another mouthful of wine and was about to reach out to grasp those slender fingers.

"Ouch!"

A soft, sweet cry came, and a heavily made-up "spirit sister" fell onto Chen Che, deliberately hooking her arms around Chen Che's neck.

"My head hurts so much, honey, hold me!"

The "spirit sister's" face was flushed red, and she buried her face in Chen Che's chest with her eyes closed, looking extremely drunk.

However, Chen Che and Li Qingyan, who were both proficient in Medicine, saw at a glance that she was faking it.

She wasn't drunk at all!

Seeing this, Li Qingyan was instantly furious; flirting with her man right in front of her, who gave you the guts?!

Just as Li Qingyan was about to erupt, a dull, angry roar came.

"Brat, let go of my wife, or I'll kill you!"

Qiao Ming walked over a step behind with two Martial Artists, blocking Chen Che at the booth.

"Ah!! Who are you!?"

At the same time, the "spirit sister" pretended to wake up suddenly, instantly jumping off Chen Che and throwing herself into Qiao Ming's arms.

"Honey, he touched me! This loser, he took advantage of me while I was drunk!"

The "spirit sister" burrowed into Qiao Ming's arms, crying heartbrokenly and looking very aggrieved.

Sensing the commotion here, the music in the bar was turned off at the right time, and the lights returned to normal-colored illumination.

The customers in the bar all looked toward the booth where Chen Che was, looking like they were gossiping and watching the show.

"That's Boss Qiao, what happened?"

"It seems that man was flirting with Boss Qiao's woman."

"Ah? Who is so bold, they really don't want to live anymore?! Jingming Bar is an industry of the Zhang Family, and Boss Qiao is a subordinate of the Young Master; causing trouble here is completely offending the Zhang Family!"

"That man is done for; it's been a long time since I've seen someone in Shanghai with such a death wish!"

Cheng Kexiang, who was on the dance floor, heard the words of the people around her, her expression changed, and she was about to walk over, but was pulled back by Qian Rongrong.

"Sister Qian, why are you pulling me? Hurry and go help!"

Cheng Kexiang looked at Qian Rongrong in confusion.

Qian Rongrong shook her head and said: "The gentleman doesn't need our help; those people can't hurt him."

"Didn't you hear? This is the Zhang Family's territory, and Chen Che already has a grudge with Zhang Shouhang; he won't get any benefits by clashing here!"

Cheng Kexiang said worriedly.

"Since Qiao Ming is Zhang Shouhang's subordinate, it's very likely he's looking for trouble on purpose, so it's useless even if we go over. Besides, at times like this, women should listen to the man. Since Mr. Chen didn't call us, we'll just watch quietly."

Qian Rongrong said: "Moreover, Mr. Chen has superb martial arts; Fifth Grade Martial Artists can't hurt him, so nothing will happen."

Hearing Qian Rongrong say this, Cheng Kexiang also felt it made sense, so she stayed honestly in the dance floor with Qian Rongrong, but still couldn't help looking worriedly toward the booth.

"Brat, you actually dared to touch my woman; do you know who calls the shots here?!"

Qiao Ming held the "spirit sister" and roared at Chen Che, looking fierce and malicious.

Chen Che and Li Qingyan had also heard the words of the bystanders just now, and Qiao Ming was too deliberate; it was obvious he was here to look for trouble.

"Your acting is too clumsy; you might as well just let Zhang Shouhang come to see me."

Chen Che glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, looking at Zhang Shouhang through the camera.

"You aren't worthy of seeing the Young Master; you touched my woman just now, so you have to pay the price!"

Qiao Ming sneered; now that he had a reason to take action, there was no need for further nonsense, and the two Martial Artists behind him gradually closed in on Chen Che.

Chen Che raised an eyebrow: "What do you want?"

"Whichever hand touched her, chop that hand off!" Qiao Ming snorted coldly, his face full of contempt, "Will you do it yourself, or shall I help you?"

Seeing this, Li Qingyan quietly slipped out of the booth, found a high stool to sit on, ordered a drink, and while drinking, watched over there, her demeanor very leisurely, as if she were watching a piece of gossip that had nothing to do with her.

She wasn't worried about Chen Che at all; with Qiao Ming and the two Fifth Grade Martial Artists behind him, it wasn't enough to fill the gaps in Chen Che's teeth; it was completely like throwing an egg against a rock.

Qiao Ming did not pay any attention to Li Qingyan, letting her leave the booth right under his nose.

He remembered Zhang Shouhang's words: the women around Chen Che could not be touched.

Chen Che withdrew his gaze from the camera, slowly stood up, and said, "Understood. If I don't deal with you, Zhang Shouhang won't show his face."

"Heh!"

With two Fifth Grade Martial Artists sitting in guard behind him, Qiao Ming was fearless, as if he had just heard some massive joke: "Hmph, deal with me? You're joking—"

"Whoosh!"

Qiao Ming's words came to an abrupt halt; a sound of air being torn apart rang out, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Che moved from across the table to stand before Qiao Ming, grabbing him by the throat.

"Urgh..."

Everyone present was stunned; even the two Fifth Grade Martial Artists behind Qiao Ming had not seen how Chen Che managed it—it was too fast!

The "spirit girl" was so frightened she fell onto the floor on her backside, staring at Chen Che with a face full of shock, no longer bothering to feign grievance, terrified that Chen Che would deal with her as well.

"Let go of Boss Qiao!"

After a brief shock, the two Martial Artists were the first to recover, lunging at Chen Che from the left and right in an attempt to rescue Qiao Ming.

Chen Che sneered and threw Qiao Ming directly at one of the Martial Artists.

That Martial Artist, fearing for his hostage, had no choice but to abandon his attack and catch the flying Qiao Ming.

In this gap, Chen Che took a casual step forward, yet he was so fast that an afterimage appeared.

The other Martial Artist was horrified; before he could even defend himself, Chen Che had already thrown a punch, striking him in the chest.

"Bang!"

"Whoosh—crash!"

A dull thud mixed with the sound of shattering bones rang out, followed immediately by the sound of air being torn and a heavy impact.

That Martial Artist flew backward like a cannonball, slamming into the wall and becoming embedded in it in a spread-eagled shape.

Seeing this scene, the entire room fell into dead silence.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, their faces filled with astonishment, their eyes fixed on Chen Che with shock and disbelief!