Nie Ling roared angrily, grabbed Mi Lele's ankle and threw her far away.
After spinning several times in the air, Mi Lele finally remained stable and could stand firm.
"Huh, where are you going?"
Mi Lele snorted coldly and strode forward again.
Although her level was not as good as Nie Ling's, it was because of the shock of losing her family that she had no intention of practicing.
Whether it is talent or skills, she is far superior to Nie Ling.
So even if there is a gap like a chasm between two people's realms.
But in a short period of time, Mi Lele and Nie Ling were able to fight back and forth, making them inseparable.
She was like a clever fox, constantly harassing and attacking Nie Ling.
As long as Nie Ling wanted to counterattack, Mi Lele would immediately retreat without showing any reluctance to fight.
After a few rounds, Mi Lele was just a little out of breath.
But Nie Ling's body already had many faint scars.
It doesn't hurt much, but it insults very much!
In front of so many people, he was beaten like this by a little girl, but he refused to fight back.
"Fuck! Die! Die!"
Nie Ling, who fell into rage, roared,
The big square table looks like a huge stone.
The onlookers turned pale and quickly took a few steps back for fear of affecting themselves.
At this time, Mi Lele had jumped high and was in mid-air.
She wanted to turn around and avoid it, but it was too late!
Just as he was about to collide with the stone table, Mi Lele shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come and save me!!"
Nie Ling had a sneer on his lips: "Even if the King of Heaven comes, I can't save you!"
But the next second, his sneer instantly froze on his face.
boom!
The stone table, which was five to six centimeters thick, suddenly fell into pieces and turned into pieces on the ground.
The stone table shattered, sending up waves of powder, blocking most of the view.
Everyone could only vaguely see that Mi Lele had been picked up and landed firmly on the ground.
Nie Ling's brows twisted together, his expression extremely ugly: "Who? Come out?!"
"Call me?"
Amid the dust, a man walked out calmly with a smile on his face.
When Nie Ling saw the person coming out, his eyes widened in horror, as if he had seen a devil.
"You...you...you..."
Lin Fan frowned: "I...I...I...speak carefully!"
The suddenly aggravated tone frightened Nie Ling: "What are you doing here?"
"It's nothing," Lin Fan grinned, "It's just that my hand is itchy again and I want to punch you!"
Nie Ling was about to cry but had no tears, and said with a sad face: Why do you have to fight with me, I provoke you?"
"Do I need a reason to beat up a scum like you?"
Nie Ling's face turned livid with anger: "Lin Fan, don't bully others too much!"
"I just bully you, what can you do?" Lin Fan smiled.
Nie Ling gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Let me tell you, if you really make me angry, I will definitely make you regret it. Do you know who is behind me?!"
Lin Fan was secretly happy in his heart, "Master, this is what I have been waiting for!"
If I didn't bully you to death, how could you go to the old devil for help?
But on the surface, Lin Fan pretended not to care, so as not to make Nie Ling suspicious.
He smiled disdainfully and deliberately stretched his head to take a look: "Who is it? Apart from a wall, what else is behind you?"
"And this!"
Nie Ling suddenly took action, and two black objects shot out from his hand instantly.
Immediately afterwards, there was a huge explosion of redemption.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Half of the bar was bombed into ruins.
Lin Fan was choked by the thick smoke and could only cough. Lin Fan frowned: "This guy actually has something hidden!"
Seeing that he couldn't catch up, Lin Fan simply gave up and turned around and asked: "Lele, are you okay?"
Mi Lele wiped the dust off her face, clenched her pink fists, and looked angry.
"I'm fine, I just let that bastard run away, damn it!"
Lin Fan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, the monk can run but not the temple. The game has just begun."
Here, Lin Fan and Mi Lele were about to leave, but were blocked by several security guards.
"Sir, please stay."
Lin Fan frowned: "What happened?"
These security guards looked at each other, obviously afraid of Lin Fan.
But in the end, a security guard stood up and said, "Sir, look at the damage to our hotel..."
Lin Fan's eyes widened: "You don't want me to compensate you, do you?"
"Hmph, ignore them," Mi Lele picked up the wine bottle again, "Watch me knock them all down!"
At this moment, a numbing sound came from not far away.
"Hey, that's such a big statement. You smashed someone's store and you're still so arrogant?"
Why does this voice seem familiar?
Lin Fan had a bad feeling in his heart. He turned around and saw that it was indeed her!
Du Jiaojiao!
Lin Fan was very surprised: "Why are you here?"
Du Jiaojiao smiled charmingly and twisted her waist very gracefully: "Is it strange to appear in your own bar?"
Several security guards quickly made way out of the way with a very respectful attitude: "Boss!"
This made Lin Fan somewhat unexpected: "Are you the boss here?!"
"It should be obvious," Du Jiaojiao came to Lin Fan, "So how are you going to compensate me?"
Lin Fan scratched his head awkwardly: "This..."
No matter what, it was indeed him who took the initiative to provoke Nie Ling and forced Nie Ling to take action.
Mi Lele curled her lips: "I'll pay it, I'll give it to you!"
As she said that, she handed over a card: "There are two hundred thousand in it, is that enough?"
This money is the money she has saved from working at Jingzhuo in the past few years.
Hearing the two hundred thousand yuan, Du Jiaojiao covered her mouth and smiled and said, "The cheapest wine on the wine cabinet just now is 10,000 yuan. Do you think it is enough?"
Mi Lele's almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise: "So expensive?!"
A girl standing behind Du Jiaojiao came forward with a calculator: "Boss, look!"
Du Jiaojiao took the calculator and waved it in front of Lin Fan: "Here, 1.37 million. Considering our relationship, it will be 1.3 million."
"Haha," Lin Fan grinned, "I thought it was just over one million!"
Du Jiaojiao smiled slightly: "Mr. Lin, is it WeChat, Alipay, or credit card?"
"Well," Lin Fan smiled slightly, "I choose to ask for help outside the court."
With that said, Lin Fan took out his phone and immediately walked to the side.
He was originally going to call Zillo, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.
More than one million is not a small number.
Not to mention whether Qi Luo can afford it, just letting him know that he is carrying Mi Lele is enough to drink a pot.
Lin Fan had no choice but to call Su Bing.
On the other end of the phone, Su Bing's voice seemed calm, but in fact it was filled with suppressed joy.
"You missed me so soon? Let me tell you, I have been very busy recently..."
Lin Fan touched his nose awkwardly: "I want to ask you to borrow some money."
"What's wrong?" Su Bing immediately became nervous, "What happened?"
How to explain this...?
Lin Fan coughed slightly: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I accidentally damaged someone's shop during a fight and I have to pay for it."
Hearing this, Su Bing relaxed again: "Haha, it's really rare that you, Lin Fan, can still do business at a loss!"
Lin Fan smiled helplessly: "I didn't expect to be pecked in the eye by an eagle."
"Tell me, how much is it?"
"One million and eight hundred thousand."
Two seconds later, ding dong!
Su Bing's voice then sounded: "It's arrived, it's in your salary card."
This is so simple that I feel a little embarrassed.
Lin Fan felt a little guilty: "Thank you, I'll pay you back later."
"Humph, come on, I still owe you this."
When she transferred the money to Du Jiaojiao, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Lin Fan put away his bank card: "Clear the money, goodbye, it's best not to see you again."
I don't know why, but Lin Fan always feels a little elusive about this woman.
Du Jiaojiao smiled charmingly: "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."