The owner's face soured at Ye Long's two requirements; he was enraged at his insult. His monthly profit was less than 10 thousand, but Ye Long asked for 50 thousand. Most importantly, he wanted Wang Dalong to kowtow a hundred times. His insulting requirements were a provocation.
On hearing Ye Long's words, Wang Dayong grabbed his shovel tightly, his mind full of anger.
Su Mei'er stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "One should answer for what she does. I slapped you, and this has nothing to do with Mr. Yang and Dayong. That's between you and me."
The sound of clapping came from behind their back. A tall, thin teenager sauntered forward, clapping his hands.
"Sister Su, you're even braver than men. I admire you so much!"
Everyone went blank. Su Mei'er, however, cast him a stern glance and scolded, "Little boy, do you think it's the right time to cracking a joke? And it's not funny at all!"
"Sister Su, there are so many people here. Could you please stop calling me little boy? I'm a man!" Song Yan rolled his eyes.
"Fuck! Who the hell are you? You're asking for this!" Chen Laoliu think little of him as he scolded him and raised his hand in an attempt to slap him in the face.
Song Yan narrowed his eyes and sneered, "You look so ugly! You'd better stay at home so as not to scare people."
While speaking, he reached out his right hand to grab his shoulder, and threw him away.
Chen Laoliu fell into the Perfume River with a plump.
Everyone's jaw went slack. They stared at the river in disbelief and then turned to Song Yan, who was pretty calm as if nothing had happened.
Chen Laoliu had a excessive body weight, but Song Yan threw him into the river easily as if Chen was some jackstraw. What a powerful man Song was!
Ye Long and five others stepped backwards in horror.
"Little boy, how…how did you make it?" she asked, eyes wide in shock.
"That's simple. I just grabbed him and threw him away," Song Yan replied with a cunning smile.
"Come on! Stop making fun of me!" She rolled her eyes at him.
He smiled slyly and turned to Ye Long. "Sister Su, why did you slap this guy? Did he do anything to you? If he did, I'll punish him for you."
After a short pause, she answered, "This asshole touched my hips just now."
He couldn't help but look to her hips, which were indeed seductive. No wonder Ye Long took advantage of her.
Song Yan curled his finger at Ye Long. "You, come here!"
Ye Long was irritated by his move and roared with fury, "Fuck off! Who do you think you are? If you dare to offend me again, I swear I won't let you get away with it!"
Swiftly, he grabbed Song Yan's neck and shot his knee up to hit his abdomen.
Within a millisecond of seeing his opponent's leg flex, Song Yan moved his body to avoid the incoming kick and smoothly sidestepped to bring himself behind Ye Long. He locked his two arms from the back, making it impossible for him to throw more punches. With incredible strength, Song pulled Ye back, making him lose his balance.
Establishing a good advantage, Song Yan delivered a strong knee up against his back.
Bang! Ye Long screamed in pain as he started to fall on the ground.
Mid-air, Song Yan elbowed him squarely on the face, accelerating his fall.
Ye Long finally fell, unable to stand up again.
Short and clean. That was a good fight.