The so-called "more vulgar language" Ning Fan used carried a heavy scent of blood.
Three Silver Needles swiftly flew out and pierced Zhong Lianhao's wrist bone.
"Ah..."
Zhong Lianhao let out a miserable scream and immediately released Zhao Xue'er's wrist.
Ning Fan raised his right hand high and instantly hurled Zhong Lianhao away.
The bodyguards Zhong Lianhao brought with him wanted to help, but Ning Fan casually flicked his raised right hand, and a series of fierce punches instantly knocked all of them away.
"Bang!"
Zhong Lianhao's body drew an arc in the air, instantly smashing a round table into pieces.
The black-clad bodyguards scrambled to their feet and ran towards the bar's exit, shouting: "Quick, quick, get reinforcements, call Captain Lu!"
"Ugh... uh... you little brat, truly ignorant of death, have you heard of the Zhong Family of Dragon City?"
Zhong Lianhao struggled to get up, eyes filled with rage, his face contorted malevolently.
