Progressing to the top - Chapter 1662 Deal with it

Hearing Dou Yifan's response, Yang Junfeng, who felt that he had no money and was free, swung the wine bottle in his hand and rushed towards Dou Yifan. "You mama, Dou Yifan, you actually soaked my horse, you actually miss me!"

"Your horse? Who is your horse? Also, I have never lived a vicious smile than you. I don't like eating what others have leftovers, so you should keep it for yourself!" Dou Yifan looked at the giant object flying in front of him lazily, turned his body sideways, and let Yang Junfeng fly to the other end of the corridor. Then he smiled evilly and said something that made Shan Xiaoyun droop his mouth immediately behind him.

Yang Junfeng could not hear it. He turned around and pestered Dou Yifan and was about to make trouble. Dou Yifan didn't care much about such a frustrated man. He dodged left and right and went to the stairs. Seeing this scene, one of the two waiters was more eye-catching and quickly went downstairs to ask someone. Yang Junfeng drank a lot of alcohol, but failed to hit Dou Yifan with the smell of alcohol. Soon he turned his gun and asked for trouble for Shan Xiaoyun.

Shan Xiaoyun's high heels were not short at all, and she almost sprained her ankle several times during Yang Junfeng's pursuit. Dou Yifan did not intend to interfere with the grudges between the two, so he just held his hands and watched Yang Junfeng and Shan Xiaoyun chasing each other and fighting in the corridor.

Yang Junfeng has a large figure. Compared to this, Shan Xiaoyun is much more petite and delicate. She flicked left and right, and later she simply kicked off the high heels under her feet. She slipped through Yang Junfeng's palm several times. Although she was almost hit by Yang Junfeng several times, she was finally in danger. On the contrary, Yang Junfeng, who had drunk alcohol, was gasping for breath and was caught by Shan Xiaoyun's nails.

Seeing Shan Xiaoyun, you won’t suffer any loss. Dou Yifan is too lazy to pay attention to these two loving people. You lick me, I lick you endless dogs and women, and turn around and walk towards the back door. Just as Dou Yifan raised his foot and left, the bottle of wine in Yang Junfeng, who was making a big fuss, fell on the wall with a "bang", and the glass slags splashed all over the ground. Shan Xiaoyun, who was barefoot, screamed sharply. Dou Yifan sighed silently and had to turn around and walked quickly towards Yang Junfeng, who was still drunk.

"Yifan, save me!" Shan Xiaoyun's foot was stabbed by glass fragments, and her escape speed suddenly slowed down a lot. She limped towards Dou Yifan, and Yang Junfeng behind her staggeredly chased after him with half a bottle of wine in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Dou Yifan was stunned for a moment, and his pace suddenly accelerated a lot. He had experienced the power of glass bottles. Once, he threatened Shi Guodong with a broken glass bottle. If the half of the wine bottle in Yang Junfeng's hand was stuffed into Shan Xiaoyun's throat, not only Shan Xiaoyun would have finished playing alone.

"Stop! Yang Junfeng, stop, say something!" Dou Yifan roared angrily, protecting Shan Xiaoyun, who was rushing to him in a heroic position to save beauty, protecting Shan Xiaoyun behind him.

"I said you, this stinky watchman cheated on me for money, and now I don't even listen to my phone number. It's all because of you, Dou Yifan, you actually pry my corner of the wall! I'll fight with you!" Yang Junfeng's face was covered with sweat and tears and blood. He held half a glass bottle in one hand and grabbed Dou Yifan with the other hand.

"Damn, I'm so mourning! I'm really not ambitious at all! Go and die!" Dou Yifan saw the opportunity and kicked Yang Junfeng hard in the stomach.

Yang Junfeng's huge body flew up, and then fell heavily on the corridor ground. The glass wine bottle in his hand collided with the floor, splashing out a pile of glass fragments. Shan Xiaoyun was so scared that she screamed repeatedly. Yang Junfeng's body was injured in many places and bleeding.

A loud footsteps came from the entrance of the stairs, and Lin Xiyang trotted over with four or five subordinates. When he saw this scene, Lin Xiyang frowned and waved to his subordinates. Immediately, two young and strong men stepped forward to raise Yang Junfeng and walked out.

"Brother Fan, are you okay?" Lin Xiyang had seen Dou Yifan's skills. In front of Lin Xiyang, a professional, Dou Yifan's playing style can only be considered amateur level. Of course, Shan Xiaoyun, a weak woman, is even more vulnerable. However, obviously, in Lin Xiyang's eyes, Shan Xiaoyun's life and death are not the key point, the important thing is that Dou Yifan is not injured.

"I'm fine!" Hearing the wailing of Yang Junfeng who was dragged away, a hint of sympathy flashed in Dou Yifan's eyes. However, this feeling of pity only existed for a short while. He soon returned to reality, nodded to Lin Xiyang, and helped Shan Xiaoyun, who was crying, checked it out, and found that two pieces of glass were pierced in her feet and were still bleeding, so he handed Shan Xiaoyun to Lin Xiyang.

"Treat it!"

"Brother Fan, don't worry, you can't die!" Lin Xiyang grabbed Shan Xiaoyun's arm, nodded slightly to Dou Yifan, and agreed.

"Ah? It hurts!" Shan Xiaoyun, who was caught on her wrist, screamed in pain, but it caused Lin Xiyang's glare.

"Why are you crying? Isn't it just two pieces of glass? You cry so hard! Do you think the bar manager is so easy to be a good person? If you want to find food in the pile of men, just put away your tears!" Lin Xiyang roared at Shan Xiaoyun, who was still crying, and shouted angrily, carrying her upside down and quickly walked towards the office upstairs.

Dou Yifan stood in the corridor full of glass fragments and was silent for a while. Soon a cleaner came over to clean it. After a while, the messy corridor quickly became as clean as usual. Dou Yifan drooped his eyelids and glanced, turned around and walked towards the safety passage behind.

Standing at the bend of the stairs at the back door, Dou Yifan lit a cigarette and stood alone and suddenly sucked the clouds and mist. He suddenly found that he was a little confused about what was happening around him. After pondering for a while, Dou Yifan thought this was a manifestation of his advance into the elderly class.

A noise came from the entrance of the Paris Tower, awakening Dou Yifan who was immersed in his thoughts. He stomped on the cigarette butts and ran towards the place where the noise came, but was startled by the scene in front of him. Yang Junfeng, who was being carried downstairs, was kicked out of the bar at some point, was lying on the concrete floor at the entrance of the bar and was punched and kicked by a group of people. The wailing sounds in his mouth became weaker and weaker.

Dou Yifan, who really couldn't stand it, pushed aside the crowd, squeezed into the front and shouted loudly.

"Enough, stop hitting! Stop hitting, killing one another!"
Chapter completed!