When everyone reacted, Fan Cheng had been forced to swallow the entire glass of wine without missing a drop. After doing all this, Xiao He threw Fan Cheng on the sofa.
Fan Cheng's face turned the color of pig's liver from holding back, and he felt like his stomach was churning. At this moment, he didn't even bother to anger Xiao He. He squatted down and put his fingers on his throat in an awkward manner, trying to spit out the wine.
"Trash, you are looking for death!"
Song Jiahao came to his senses, stood up suddenly and pointed at Xiao He.
Fan Cheng is his master now. If his master is humiliated, his dog will jump out and show his teeth!
Huang Jingjing patted Fan Cheng on the back and shouted inwardly: "Trash, you have caused a big trouble. Is it the fault of a little person like you to offend Brother Cheng?"
"Lin Zhiruo, how do you discipline your husband? Why don't you quickly ask him to kneel down and apologize to Brother Cheng?"
"Do you know what happened to the last person who offended Brother Cheng? The grass on his grave was five feet tall."
Although Lin Zhiruo also felt that Xiao He was a bit reckless in doing this, Huang Jingjing's commanding tone made her very unhappy, so she simply hugged her chest and ignored it.
She had seen Xiao He's skills and knew that there was nothing these three people could do to him.
Fan Cheng pushed Huang Jingjing away and stared at Xiao He with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat Xiao He alive.
"Lin Zhiruo, I'm telling you, your contract is over, and you are a waste, and you are done too. If you dare to touch me, even Fan Cheng and Jesus can't save you!"
"Crack!"
As soon as Fan Cheng finished his harsh words, a red wine bottle hit his head accurately.
Fan Cheng's head suddenly exploded, and blood mixed with wine flowed down his face.
Xiao He looked down at Fan Cheng with an indifferent expression.
"I touched you again, what do you want?"
"hiss!"
Huang Jingjing took a breath of cold air.
Is this Xiao He a devil? Fan Chengdu was furious, he actually dared to take action.
"Trash, do you dare to come out and challenge me!"
Fan Cheng covered his head and roared crazily.
Fan Cheng was a member of the Jincheng Sanda team before joining Zhanghua. Just now, he had no time to stop Xiao He because the booth was too narrow. Now Xiao He is provoking him again and again, and he is completely crazy.
In his opinion, Xiao He had just succeeded when he was caught off guard. If he and Xiao He were to fight, he could easily trample Xiao He to death.
Xiao He glanced at Fan Cheng and said lightly, "Are you sure?"
This Fan Cheng is not even a Huang-level warrior, he is just physically better than ordinary people. I don’t know what he thinks when he dares to challenge him in a duel. But since everyone is trying to beat him up, Xiao He doesn’t want to fight him either.
I have the nerve to refuse.
Before Fan Cheng could speak, Huang Jingjing joked: "Trash, let me tell you, Brother Cheng is a practicing master. He can easily defeat ten of you."
At this time, Lin Zhiruo also reminded softly, "Xiao He, be careful. Fan Cheng joined the Sanda club when he was in school."
She knew that Xiao He would definitely not stop based on his character, so she just reminded Xiao He and did not stop him.
"Come here, clear the place for me!"
Fan Cheng shouted loudly. He didn't want to give Xiao He a chance to back down. A loser dared to humiliate himself. He was going to use Xiao He to establish his power today.
There are often fights like this in bars. In order to add to the gimmick, the bar not only does not stop them, but also sets aside an area for them to solve the trouble themselves.
Soon several waiters from the bar rushed over. Fan Cheng gave each of them a stack of banknotes. These people nodded and started to lift the seats and evacuate the surrounding customers. This move was very skillful.
I often do this kind of thing.
Soon some young men and women gathered around to watch the fun, "Oh, there is another good show today, who is beating whom!"
"I heard that it was a food delivery guy who provoked members of the Sanda Team."
"Is it so exciting? Is this food delivery guy out of his mind?"
After everyone heard about Xiao He's identity, no one thought highly of him. After all, the Jincheng Sanda team was well-known and often won awards in national competitions.
And looking at the size of the two of them, Fan Cheng obviously has the advantage.
Fan Cheng couldn't help but raise his head when he heard so many people cheering, "Trash, I'll give you one last chance. Kneel down and apologize to me. If you really force me to do it, I can stab you to death with one finger. Why don't you still?"
You don’t know! I am a quasi-yellow level warrior."
"What, he is a quasi-yellow-level warrior!" Hearing Fan Cheng's words, a bespectacled man who knew something about the strength of warriors became even more excited.
"Are quasi-yellow level warriors very powerful?"
The man with glasses said disdainfully: "You should have heard of MMA and UFC! The champions there are said to be yellow-level warriors, and the quasi-yellow-level warriors are second only to the yellow-level warriors. You can tell whether they are great or not."
After Fan Cheng finished speaking, he seemed not satisfied. He picked up a beer bottle and squeezed it hard. The beer bottle shattered instantly, but his hand was unscathed.
When everyone saw this, they applauded one after another, especially the way some women looked at Fan Cheng. Their eyes were full of heat, "Handsome boy, you are so fierce!"
"People like macho men the most. Handsome man, after you clean up this garbage, I'll treat you to a drink!"
When Fan Cheng saw the fiery glances from those hot women, he felt restless in his heart. He looked at Xiao He with disdain, "How are you? You loser, do you still dare to challenge me now?"
"Crack!"
Xiao He's reply was just a loud slap in the face.
“Lots of nonsense!”
"Crack!"
"Let you show off!"
"Crack!"
"Now that I know, I don't dare to dare!"
Every time Xiao He said a word, he slapped him three times in the face, making Fan Cheng feel dizzy and completely lost.
Everyone was stunned, it was so fast, so fast that no one could clearly see how Xiao He took action.
Song Jiahao and Huang Jingjing were also dumbfounded throughout the whole process. Why is this food delivery guy so powerful? Even Brother Cheng was beaten by him.
"No, it's not scientific! Isn't he a quasi-yellow-level warrior? How could he be beaten to death by a deliveryman?" The man with glasses said in shock.
"Trash, how dare you attack me!" Fan Cheng yelled angrily: "Why the hell do you still talk about martial ethics?"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Xiao He succeeded through a sneak attack!
"Xiao He, do you want shame? You unexpectedly attacked Brother Cheng before he was ready." Huang Jingjing also shouted loudly.
"Yes! How can this person be so shameless and conduct a sneak attack? He is really dirty!"
"Trash, you have completely pissed me off. If I don't destroy you today, I won't call you Fan Cheng."
Fan Cheng took a deep breath, stepped forward suddenly, and punched out, heading straight for Xiao He's chest. He wanted to take back all the insults Xiao He had just received.
If this punch hits Xiao He, although he will not die immediately, it will break Xiao He's sternum and turn him into a living dead.
"Trash, I can crush a hundred ants like you with one hand."
"Today I will let you know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!"
"The black tiger takes out the heart..."
"Look, Brother Cheng is about to pull out a trick, you're doomed for giving away the business." Huang Jingjing screamed, her heart full of anticipation.
She firmly believed that it was Xiao He's shameless sneak attack that embarrassed Fan Cheng. Now that Fan Cheng is taking the initiative to attack, Xiao He will soon be beaten like a dead dog. This is the correct way to deal with a waste like Xiao He. He
He is only worthy of crawling at Fan Cheng’s feet.
"You really overestimate your capabilities! A mere ordinary person dares to provoke a quasi-yellow-level warrior, but he doesn't know how he died." The man with glasses sentenced Xiao He to death.
Xiao He didn't even look at Fan Cheng, he just slapped him with his right hand.
"Crack!"
There was a loud noise, and Fan Cheng was hit in the face by Xiao He again.
Half of his cheeks suddenly became red and swollen, and seven or eight of his teeth were knocked out. He flew backwards for more than ten meters and landed heavily on a table. Drinks were poured all over him, and he looked very embarrassed.
Before Fan Cheng could stand up, Xiao He stepped on his chest and knocked Fan Cheng to the ground again.
Xiao He looked down at Fan Cheng coldly and said word by word: "I... need... a sneak attack... on you?"