1100: C1100 Young Master Ju Is Very Cruel

C1100 Young Master Ju Is Very Cruel

Young Master Ju felt that the smile on Lee Jun's face was full of evil intentions as he hurriedly said.

"Brat, let me tell you, my father is from Three Mountain Group …"

Peng, a crisp sound rang out. Before Young Master Ju could finish saying his father's name, the beer bottle smashed onto his head without hesitation.

All the park visitors were completely dumbfounded.

He had never expected the young man before him to be so fearless.

Young Master Ju's injury from last time had not fully healed and he was hit on the head by a beer bottle. Soon, blood seeped through his head and dripped down from his face.

When the onlookers saw the blood, they took a few steps back in fear. Even Xiaoxiao and her mother were stunned.

Staring at the scene in front of him in a daze, Lee Jun didn't say a word and immediately smashed his head.

"When a man speaks, it means what he says. When I say I will smash a few bottles on your head, I will definitely do it."

Hearing Lee Jun say this with a smile, the other park visitors couldn't help but break out in cold sweat.

Young Master Ju felt humiliated. The most humiliating thing he had done since he was young was getting his head smashed in a bar.

Now that he was smashed on the head with a bottle of liquor in front of so many people, Young Master Ju became even more furious.

"Come! If you have the guts, continue smashing! If you have the guts, smash me to death! If you don't kill me today! I'll kill you tomorrow! Bastard! Come on! "

Young Master Ju continued to struggle and roared crazily at Lee Jun.

Lee Jun was exceptionally calm. Under the stunned gazes of everyone, he picked up another bottle.

When the crowd saw Lee Jun pick up the bottle again, their hearts skipped a beat. What is this young man trying to do? Is he trying to smash it?

"Come! Bastard, what are you hesitating for! "Smash it down here!"

Young Master Ju roared in anger and pointed at his head.

Seeing Young Master Ju's crazy look, Lee Jun was exceptionally calm. He threw the beer bottle in his hand without any hesitation.

With a bang, the bottle was thrown towards where Young Master Ju was pointing.

Young Master Ju grunted as he felt dizzy. He didn't expect the young man before him to be so daring.

Young Master Ju continuously shook his head when Ye Zichen dared to continue hitting his head.

After a while, Young Master Ju finally regained his vision. His bloodshot eyes stared angrily at Lee Jun as he continued to roar.

"Come! Continuing to smash! I'll fight it out with you today! I want to scream for pain! "Then my surname is no more …"

Peng, a bottle shattered on Young Master Ju's head.

Young Master Ju's face was covered in blood. At this moment, the surrounding tourists all held their breath.

No one dared to say a word. They were all shocked by the scene before them.

Young Master Ju felt dizzy, he could be killed at any time. The pain made him sober up.

Fear arose in Young Master Ju's heart and his mind became clearer. He started to panic.

Young Master Ju's voice became shaky when he saw the young man reach out for the bottle, but he pretended to be calm.

"Is it done?" If you're done, I'll see a doctor! I'll tell you! You can't kill me! "2

However, Young Master Ju did not expect Lee Jun to still have a smile on his face as he said in a disapproving manner.

"Don't worry, there are still a few bottles. This bottle, where do you think I should smash it? Show me. I'll smash wherever you point. "

When Young Master Ju heard this, his whole body suddenly trembled. Especially when he saw the smile on Lee Jun's face, he even wanted to die.

Only then did Young Master Ju realize that the young man he met today was a true madman!

He was already bleeding profusely from the fall, and this guy still said to keep hitting.

Aren't you afraid of accidentally killing me? No! This guy was not afraid at all!

Why am I so unlucky, meeting this madman twice!

"Admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Don't smash it, don't smash it! "If you smash me again, I'll die …"

Young Master Ju, who was previously arrogant and despotic, had completely given in as he hurriedly begged for mercy.

If he encountered a madman that wasn't afraid of death, he would at least soften up.

Continue fighting head on with this madman? He was definitely playing with his own life.

Young Master Ju's earlier arrogance had completely vanished as he looked at Lee Jun in fear.

Especially when he saw Lee Jun raise the bottle of wine in his hand, he was so scared that he held his head with his hands, afraid that Lee Jun would smash it down.

Young Master Ju was terrified from the bottom of his heart. This guy was crazy.

At this moment, Young Master Ju was a bit regretful. Why did he have to compete with this lunatic just now?

Young Master Ju was just about to beg for mercy when he heard a crisp bang from the other tourists.

The wine bottle blossomed on Young Master Ju's head, Young Master Ju only felt his consciousness slowly become blurry.

Looking at the bloodied Young Master Ju and the park visitors, no one dared to open their mouths to persuade him.

Who was this young man? Wasn't he afraid of killing the middle-aged man by mistake?

Soon, the tourists realized that the young man was not afraid at all.

He even maintained a faint smile on his face when he smashed the bottle on the middle-aged man's head.

As though everything was unrelated to him, a horrifying thought appeared in the tourist's mind. Could it be that he wanted to kill the middle-aged man?

Just as one of the bottles shattered, the other one fell, making three crisp bangs in a row.

Young Master Ju had fallen to the ground, his eyes were white and blood was seeping out from his head. Only then did he let go of Young Master Ju's collar.

No one dared to approach him. Lee Jun returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

He continued to eat the barbeque with Qianqian. Everyone was dumbfounded. He still had the mood to eat?

To beat someone half dead and still have the mood to eat, just who the hell was he?

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