Someone was thrusting over with laughter. It was the three gangsters who had pushed Wang Yao before. After drinking some wine, they couldn't wait to have fun. What is more suitable than a yellow man and so embarrassed?

The bar was noisy and crowded, and the movement was only noticed by the guests around. The security guard at the door also saw it. They did not respond, but just watched coldly.

"Be careful, don't smash things here, you have to pay for it." The barman greeted the three gangsters and laughed, not taking Wang Yao seriously.

"I just want clothes." Wang Yao ignored the powder-filled conversations of several people, sat up from the swivel chair in front of the bar, and said in a plain tone, if possible, he didn't want to cause trouble.

But in the eyes of outsiders, he was a sign of admitting defeat. There were boos everywhere.

The leading gangster is a white young man wearing a black jacket and a moxi dry-headed man. He is half a head shorter than Wang Yao, so his provocative look looks a bit funny.

"I can't give you clothes, you can try this." Moxi clenched his fist with a dry head.

"Hey, what are you doing!" An unexpected female voice rang out from beside her, followed by a fiery red figure blocking her face. The woman with heavy makeup shouted to the gangster: "You are racist!"

Wang Yao was stunned. He didn't expect that the woman who came to meet him would have the courage to do so.

"Evelyn?" The gangster frowned, then looked at her obscenely: "Do you want to force yourself to stand up for your relationship? I'm afraid there is no need to do it at all. Why don't you come here, even though your breasts are smaller."

Compared with her heavy makeup and exposed dress, Evelyn was undoubtedly much more conservative. Under the desire-filled gaze of the gangster, she took a few steps back with fear, and almost fell into Wang Yao's arms when she stepped on her skirt.

"Thank you." She turned around and thanked her gently, and Wang Yao helped her just now.

"It's okay." Wang Yao said casually, turned his head to see the clerk, looking persistent.

"Don't you give me clothes?"

"Tsk." The clerk tsk, curled his lips and picked up the princess skirt. Under Wang Yao's frowning gaze, he violently rolled into a ball and threw it at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao raised his hand, but the princess skirt passed directly over his head, and was accurately caught by the gangster. The clerk didn't want to return the princess skirt to Wang Yao at all.

Wang Yao turned around and gently pushed Evelyn away, staring at the gangster's eyes.

"Can you give it to me."

After he took the princess skirt, he put it in front of his nose and smelled it a few times, and stared at Wang Yao with a provocative look.

"Give it to me." Wang Yao asked for it for the third time. His tone was mixed with an uncontrollable anger, so he trembled slightly.

People around him thought his voice was trembling because he was afraid.

"Of course." The gangster suddenly stopped laughing, with a serious look on his face. He stretched out his hand holding the princess skirt, walked to Wang Yao and handed it to him.

Just when Wang Yao reached out to get it, he suddenly let go and his clothes fell to the ground.

The princess skirt was stained with dust.

"Ah, I was accidentally." The gangster covered his mouth exaggeratedly, turned his head to look at the two companions. The laughter reappeared on his face.

"But since it's dirty, I guess you don't mind if it's dirty anymore. Huh-"

A nauseating cough sounded from the gangster's voice. He held a large mouthful of phlegm and thrust his mouth hard.

But before he could spit it out, a fist quickly magnified in front of his eyes!

Bang!

Blood mixed with snot, the little gangster flew back three or four meters away, knocking down the tea table, and a burst of wine glasses and screams. The gangster who had been provoking before fainted!

The noise of the bar was quiet, and everyone looked at it, leaving only the DJ rock sounds still ringing.

Wang Yao lowered his head, shook off the blood on his hands in disgust, and bent down to pick up Alesha's princess skirt. When he looked up, he saw two other gangsters rushing up.

Wang Yao kicked his legs without any skill. With the blessing of six times the strength, this ordinary kick actually kicked the gangster out and knocked countless people down.

"Vomit!" The gangster lay on the ground, covering his abdomen and constantly retching, his face turned pale.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped, because this kick was even more excessive than before, and it flew five or six meters away, leaving a space of one person wide in the crowded bar.

They couldn't help but look at Wang Yao with shocked eyes. Someone was already whispering words like Bruce Lee and Kung Fu.

The security guards who had already squeezed out the crowd and wanted to drive Wang Yao away and beat him by the way stopped and looked at each other.

Wang Yao showed all his strength for the first time, but his target was just a group of unarmed gangsters. He felt a bit of impetuousness as he hit the cotton with one punch.

The only remaining gangster suddenly stopped and looked at Wang Yao with a frightened look, looking like he was about to cry.

How to fight this fight! This guy is not a human at all. Damn it kicked someone four or five meters away with one punch and one leg. Are you fucking teasing me?!

Wang Yao reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and the gangster also shaked with Wang Yao. Wang Yao no longer cared about him. He turned around and looked at the barman.

"Is this OK?"

"Okay... OK." The barman was also frightened and nodded quickly.

"I think beautifully." Wang Yao suddenly showed a ghostly smile, and his palm pinched the barman's neck with a thunderous force, dragged him out and threw him on the ground.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The barman collapsed on the ground, closed his eyes tightly in fear, and waved his hands to beg for mercy in a vain.

He waited for a while, but there was no pain falling on his body. He couldn't help but secretly opened one of his eyes. Then he saw Wang Yao pulling off the jacket of the gangster who was spread on the ground like a dead dog.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Wang Yao said, not knowing whether it was the right person or the fainted gangster, and pushed the door and left. As for the two security guards at the door, no one dared to say anything.

Evelyn was stunned for a moment, then picked up the handbag placed on the bar, stepped past the gangster in her high heels, and chased after her.

"Wait a minute." After walking out of the bar, shouts and high heels suddenly sounded behind him. Wang Yao paused, looked back at Evelyn who was chasing him and said strangely: "Is there anything wrong?"

The street lights emitted a dim light, and there was no one on the street. Wang Yao's hair was wet, and the rain dripped onto his jacket along the curve of his face.

This scene is very similar to the scene in European and American romantic movies in the 1980s, and is generally used to express the meeting and breakup between the male and female protagonists.

"Where are you going?" Evelyn stumbled and ran to Wang Yao. The rain quickly wet her makeup, and the red lines twisted and twisted on her face, looking a little funny.

"I..." Wang Yao groped into his jacket pocket, and only found a few wrinkled pieces of paper money, which added up to only a few dozen pounds. "Find a place to live first."

Wang Yao still has a good impression of this lady who once treated her and still stood in front of her to speak for her. So she did not hide anything from him.

"You have no money, no proof of identity, and no hotel will accommodate you."

This was something Wang Yao didn't expect. He thought about whether he should find a hotel to check in using violent means.

"Why don't you go to my house?" Evelyn took the initiative to throw out the olive branch, which surprised Wang Yao slightly at her opening.
Chapter completed!