939: C939 What the Hell Is Going on

C939 What the Hell Is Going on

The fat middle-aged man did not expect Liu Lei to be so smart.

He instantly saw through his intention and completely crushed it.

After Liu Lei added the title of threatening the waiter, it was equivalent to choking his lifeline.

He wanted to use the word "responsibility" to force the waiter to call for security, but it was already useless.

Liu Lei's brain was working too fast. He had just thought of a brilliant plan, but it was instantly solved, leaving him in a bit of a daze.

When he came back to his senses, his expression was ugly as he tried every possible means to think of a way to escape.

However, Liu Lei didn't give him that chance and directly said in a cold voice:

"Damn fatty, looks like you're not willing to cooperate. Then, I can only make you suffer a little!"

Hearing Liu Lei's cold words, the middle-aged fatty's face was full of panic and fear.

He was truly afraid that Liu Lei would beat him up. After all, there was no one who wasn't afraid of pain.

"Brother Liu Lei, don't be rash!"

At this moment, Chen Yushu, who was at the side, said anxiously. She wanted to dissuade Liu Lei.

Because she knew that Liu Lei was very strong, he was from Ancient Martial Practicer, and his fighting strength was not something ordinary people could compare to.

If Liu Lei beat the middle-aged fatty to death in anger, it would be a bit troublesome.

Although it was not impossible to deal with it with the power of the Chen Family, it was truly not worth it.

The middle-aged fatty was just a piece of trash. There was no need to take a life for him.

"Sweetie Yushu, don't worry. My murderous heart isn't that heavy. I don't want to kill this trash and dirty my hands."

"I just want to teach him a lesson so that he can obediently fulfill his promise. I guarantee that he won't even be able to see his wounds later on."

Liu Lei revealed a devilish smile.

For some reason, when the middle-aged fatty saw Liu Lei's smile, he felt his entire body tighten.

Even though Liu Lei said that it wouldn't leave a wound, he still felt an inexplicable sense of fear.

It was as though this method of not leaving a wound was even more terrifying than the method of leaving a wound.

After hearing Liu Lei's words, Chen Yushu heaved a sigh of relief.

She didn't care how Liu Lei dealt with the middle-aged fatty, as long as he didn't kill anyone.

Other than this, she didn't care about anything else and just let Liu Lei handle it.

"Damn fatty, I'm going to start now."

Liu Lei was bad. Before starting, he purposely reminded them to create a tense atmosphere.

This kind of tense atmosphere instantly crushed the middle-aged fatty's nerves.

He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, or perhaps to say that he was willing to keep his promise.

But at this time, Liu Lei had already made his move.

His speed of attack was too fast, completely surpassing the middle-aged fatty's speed of speech. The middle-aged fatty didn't even have the chance to open his mouth to beg for forgiveness; he was too late.0

At this moment, his finger had already touched an acupoint on the fat middle-aged man's waist.

His strength was neither light nor heavy. He would be retracted after he was done counting.

The middle-aged fatty only felt a tap on his waist and there was no follow-up action after that.

His mouth was open, and his expression was one of confusion.

He didn't understand why Liu Lei's so-called cleaning up was so painless, as if it was a joke.

What the hell is going on? Could it be that she was trying to scare him like before?

It was not the middle-aged fatty's fault for thinking this. It was simply because he did not feel any itch or pain, nor did he feel any traces of being tidied up.

He only felt that it was a false alarm now, and he wasn't harmed in the slightest.

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