Fang Yue sent Mayor Liu away and then sent Xia He home safely.

As usual, chat with her and coax her to fall asleep.

But he himself had insomnia.

Maybe the excitement during the day has not yet calmed down.

Since you can't sleep, go out for a walk.

I heard that behind Jinxiu Community is the most famous bar street in Shanghai.

Speaking of which, Fang Yue has grown up so old that he has never entered the bar.

When we went out, two sneaky black shadows flashed by.

Fang Yue didn't care.

After all, maintaining public order is not your job.

The spring water of a river, just from the outside, is the largest nightclub on the bar street.

The girl who was visiting guests in front of the door was also very enthusiastic, and her eyes shone brightly in her passing passers-by like a lover.

Fang Yue walked in calmly.

Maybe others won't see that it's his first time here.

It turned out to be quiet.

It is completely different from what Fang Yue saw on TV. There are no neon lights flashing, and no red men and green women shook their heads wildly.

Everyone was very calm, chatting in groups or drinking alone.

Fang Yue felt that the difference between here and teahouse was the difference between what you drink.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

Because there are people on all tables, Fang Yue casually found the closest location to him.

Opposite is a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses.

The waiter came to Fang Yue and bowed and asked, "Hello sir, what can I drink?"

Will beer beer beer beer too low?

Fang Yue smiled politely: "Whatever."

The waiter was stunned, what the hell is it?

At this time, the beautiful woman sitting opposite Fang Yue took off her sunglasses and said to the waiter: "Give him a glass of mine."

Only then did Fang Yue start to seriously look at the woman smiling at him.

Her eyebrows are very beautiful, like the willow leaves in spring, gradually fading into her temples.

The eyes are also particularly beautiful, especially against the backdrop of eyebrows, which are bright and clear, with a hint of sorrow, as if telling a sad and lingering story.

Fang Yue gave her 99 points in this appearance.

Another point is to warn yourself not to have other ideas.

The appearance of this woman is really hard to describe.

Although he is not old, he has a mature charm that has passed the thousands of sails.

But there is no sign of dust, it seems to be an exquisite work of art.

Both radiant and royal.

Could it be a complete one?

It's too unreal.

"Hey!" the beauty called Fang Yue.

Fang Yue came to his senses and felt a little embarrassed: "Hello, my name is Fang Yue."

"Chen Muge."

"Chen Muge, what a familiar name, I always feel like I've heard it somewhere."

Chen Muge raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully, "Before you came in, no less than ten people had said the same thing."

"But now, they should be in the hospital."

Fang Yue: "???"

As he said that, four strong black men rushed out from somewhere and rushed towards him with great momentum.

A uniform black suit, black tie, and white shirt, you can tell that it is a bodyguard at a glance.

But Fang Yue has only been in a few minutes since he came in, and he has never had any conflicts with anyone.

"Wait a moment." Fang Yue raised his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Chen Muge raised his hand and four bodyguards stopped behind him.

"I'll tell you when I'm in a good mood."

Fang Yue asked casually: "When will you be in a good mood?"

Chen Muge's lips raised: "When I saw you being knocked down."

Four bodyguards moved.

The fist as big as a sandbag was like an unreasonable rainstorm, wrapped in the sound of the wind, swept to Fang Yue's face.

Fang Yue had to fight back.

Otherwise? Will you be beaten while sitting?

The taller the physique of a black man, the higher the strength, the higher the order of magnitude.

But no matter how strong a person is, his body is still made of flesh.

Fighting skills, integrating the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, including boxing, wrestling, taekwondo, Muay Thai...

That's right, what Fang Yue used was Muay Thai.

Fierce and fierceness are the characteristics of Muay Thai.

Lethality is an important reference value for testing a boxer's level.

No politeness, no restraint.

After a thunderous sound, four bodyguards lay on the ground.

Perhaps, it should be either broken arms or broken legs.

Fang Yue sat back on his seat and looked at Chen Muge.

"Now, can you tell me why?"

Chen Muge was amazed at Fang Yue's combat power.

These four bodyguards are all from foreign special forces, truly masters who have experienced many battles and experienced life and death.

It is not an exaggeration to call him the King of War.

When I met Fang Yue, I couldn't even survive a round.

This Fang Yue is definitely not an ordinary person!

Chen Muge's eyes were a little dull, but he did not show any fear: "You are very good at fighting, but this does not prevent me from hating you."

Where do you start with this?

Fang Yue was confused.

But he was even more curious about why Chen Muge hated him for no reason.

Get up and walk towards Chen Muge.

Chen Muge finally showed panic.

Step by step back.

But every time she took a step back, Fang Yue approached one step closer.

Until Chen Muge's back touched the decorative wall of the booth.

In this scene, others thought that two people were urging the wall.

"Tell me, why?" Fang Yue's tone was very calm, but he felt very oppressive.

Chen Muge blushed.

"Because I hate scumbags! I hate lsp!"

Tens of thousands of divine beasts roared by Fang Yue: "Do I know you? When did I lose you? Or did I have the words 'lsp' written on my face?"

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To be continued...