237: C237 Knife-edge

C237 Knife-edge

The two bodyguards saw that something was wrong, so they turned to Lee Jun at the same time.

Lee Jun held his throat and raised it in the air as he saw the other two bodyguards rushing over.

He flung the bodyguard who had his throat gripped horizontally towards the two people who were charging over.

With a "peng" sound, the three of them fell into a pile, and the three bodyguards quickly got up from the ground.

He looked at Lee Jun, then looked at the other bodyguard that was vomiting blood on the ground.

They all knew that this young man in front of them was not simple. The three of them were no match for him.

The three bodyguards looked at each other and said solemnly.

"Director Yuan, you're injured. Take him to the hospital first."

Before they could help Director Yuan up, Lee Jun had already appeared in front of them.

Ye Zichen looked at them with a devilish smile on his face, while the three bodyguards trembled when they felt the ice-cold aura being released from Lee Jun.

When the three bodyguards saw the fierce look on Lee Jun's face, they were shocked.

In order to protect Director Yuan, they could only fight head on. The three of them roared and dashed towards Lee Jun.

Seeing several people rushing over, Lee Jun shouted lightly and did not hesitate to make his move.

Peng, Lee Jun punched at the bodyguard at the front. Lee Jun was too fast and before the bodyguard could dodge, he was knocked into the wall and fell unconscious.

The other bodyguard punched Lee Jun's temple as if he wanted to kill Lee Jun with one punch, but unfortunately, the bodyguard's fist landed on Lee Jun's face.

Lee Jun caught his fist and with a "kacha" sound, the bodyguard's entire arm was dislocated.

Finally, the bodyguard kicked Lee Jun in the stomach. Lee Jun jumped up and kicked Lee Jun in the face.

Bang! Blood spurted out from the bodyguard's nose as he fell onto the ground in a coma.

Seeing Lee Jun's swift and fierce movements, the fatty who sat beside Lee Jun had an oily and powdered complexion on his face turned pale. The beautiful woman was stunned for a moment before she scolded angrily.

"Dammit, you're a pretty boy, you know …"

Pa! A palm slammed onto the demon. A beautiful woman's face, devilishly beautiful. The gorgeous woman flew a few meters away with a slap and landed on the sofa.

Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as she stared at Lee Jun in fear. Only then did she realize that Lee Jun was a ruthless person.

"You, what are you trying to do!"

The fatty asked in fear when he saw his four bodyguards were all knocked down.

Lee Jun ignored him and directly stepped on the fat guy's face.

A pig-slaughtering scream came out of Fatty's mouth. The pieces of glass that he had smeared on his face before he had the time to clean were stuck into his flesh.

The fatty covered his badly mutilated face as he repeatedly howled. Beside him, a demon appeared. The gorgeous woman was completely stupefied.

Hearing the scream, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside the room.

Nightmare's manager led more than ten security guards into the room.

Upon entering, he saw that the fat man's face was badly mangled and covered in oil and blood. He could not help but take in a breath of cold air.

He quickly ran over to help the fat man, who was covered in oil and powder, up and shouted to the security guards at the entrance.0

"All of you, quickly send Director Yuan to the hospital!"

Without waiting for Night Dream's KTV manager to finish speaking, Peng, Lee Jun kicked the manager away.

He dragged the fatty to the side of the sofa and stepped on the fat man's head while sneering.

"I said he could leave?"

The manager of Night Dream KTV did not expect Lee Jun to be so overbearing. He got up from the ground, looked angrily at Lee Jun, and shouted with a ferocious expression.

"Kid!" You know who he is! Offended him! Neither of you should even think of walking out alive … "

Peng, the glass bottle shattered. The glass bottle in Lee Jun's hand smashed towards the fat guy's head without hesitation.

Lee Jun had attacked precisely where the glass bottle had blossomed. It was exactly where Lee Jun had smashed the cup.

The fatty, who was blushing, was in so much pain that he had to grit his teeth. The fatty did not expect Lee Jun to humiliate him like this in front of so many people.

After a moment of anger, he struggled to stand up and roared.

"You, you're courting death!"

The fat guy stood up from the ground and stood next to the manager of Night Dream.

Ye Zichen hurriedly shouted when he saw Lee Jun pick up another bottle from the table.

"Stop! He was the uncle of the gang leader! "If you offend him, you'll be …"

With a bang, Lee Jun ignored Manager Ye Meng's advice and smashed the bottle on the fat guy's head.

The oil head and powder face fatty let out a groan and fainted on the ground. Lee Jun stepped on his head.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, a murderous light flashed through Night Dream's manager's eyes.

Seeing the fatty lying unconscious on the ground with oily hair and powdered cheeks, they couldn't help themselves anymore and shouted angrily at the security guards.

"What are you waiting for!" Beat this brat to death! "

Hearing Manager Ye's words, a dozen of security guards roared at the same time and rushed towards Lee Jun.

Lee Jun grabbed the table beside him with one hand. The several dozen kilograms of mahogany table beside him seemed to lose its gravity in Lee Jun's hands.

The security guards, who had their hands thrown at them, didn't even have the time to react before the mahogany table fell to the ground.

The security guards at the back were shocked, they shouted and ran towards Lee Jun.

Lee Jun stood up from the sofa and kicked a security guard, who rushed over, away.

The security guards that were kicked away also knocked down the three security guards behind them, while the remaining six or seven security guards surrounded Lee Jun and didn't dare to rush up first.

When Manager Ye saw the guards, he didn't dare to step forward and instead shouted in anger.

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