The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 521 - 0: The Coward Brother Who Supports the Scene

Chapter 521: Chapter 0521: The Coward Brother Who Supports the Scene

Long Fei and Su Yiyi were enjoying their meal when they turned and saw a few youths approaching aggressively, causing them both to frown.

After they arrived, they stood in the aisle and commanded Su Yiyi in a bossy tone, "Su Yiyi, do you know our Young Master Yang?"

"Big school beauty, didn’t you say you wanted to focus on your studies and had no interest in love? Who is this man? Are you playing with our Young Master Yang?"

"Su Yiyi, do you think you’re so pretty that you can even fool our Young Master Yang?"

A group of people took turns ridiculing her, clearly intent on publicly humiliating Su Yiyi until they were satisfied.

Su Yiyi looked at them, completely bewildered, not knowing what she had done to provoke them.

As for this Young Master Yang, she did indeed have some impression of him.

A transfer student from the class next door who was said to have an official as a father and was very arrogant at school.

The waitstaff, seeing the disturbance, not only did nothing about it but seemed to take pleasure in the chaos.

The restaurant was not very crowded at the moment, so the sound of their conversation could be heard throughout the entire place.

Other patrons heard what Young Master Yang’s crew was saying and muttered to themselves that this young girl must be a mistress.

And now, she was getting caught in the act.

Young Master Yang took a drag on his cigarette, looking smug as he said to Long Fei, "Buddy, I advise you to stay away from Su Yiyi. From now on, she’s my woman. If you dare to show any more interest in her, don’t blame me for being rude."

He gave a sidelong glance and gestured to the others.

Five guys immediately picked up chairs and bottles, ready to start a fight with Long Fei.

Long Fei put down his chopsticks and took out a napkin to wipe his mouth, thinking he might be cursed with bad luck recently.

Just going out for a meal, and he runs into troublemakers.

Su Yiyi looked anxiously at Young Master Yang and said, "Classmate, I don’t even know you; when did I become your woman?"

Young Master Yang arrogantly replied, "We didn’t know each other before, but we do now."

Having the advantage of numbers, he reached out to grab Su Yiyi’s arm.

Before his hand touched Su Yiyi, it was suddenly seized by another hand.

Young Master Yang, who had practiced Karate since he was young, attempted to lift his arm in a reversal to seize Long Fei.

However, Long Fei’s hand was like a vice, immovable.

Shocked, he gave a pull, exerting all his strength, but still unable to budge Long Fei.

Long Fei looked at this move and was reminded of a young person.

He asked, "You practice Karate?"

Young Master Yang, his face red with anger, cursed, "You know it, so you better let go of me."

The few guys behind him shouted in unison, "Fuck your mother, let Young Master Yang go."

"Are you fucking asking for a beating?"

"Shit, let’s take him down together!"

The five of them swung chairs and bottles, and without a word, lunged to smash them down on Long Fei.

Long Fei also swung something, but it was the roughly hundred-pound Young Master Yang.

These ninth-grade students, acting as if they were street thugs, were quick to engage in a group fight.

As Young Master Yang was swung by Long Fei like a whip, his feet flew out and smacked the group of guys repeatedly.

The chairs in their hands were kicked away by Young Master Yang’s legs, the enormous force sweeping through and knocking all the guys to the ground.

Finally releasing him, Young Master Yang continued to fly due to inertia, crashing hard onto a table three meters away and tumbling to the floor.

The group of guys, blood leaking from the corners of their mouths, looked at Long Fei in disbelief, wondering how strong he really was.

Young Master Yang curled up in pain, blood streaming from a gash on his head.

The girls who had come with them hurried over, helping them up and retreating quickly.

Long Fei ignored them, tapping on his plate, signaling to Su Yiyi to continue eating.

In front of them were over thirty dishes, as they had only just begun, with a steak still unfinished.

Su Yiyi clicked her tongue and thought to herself it was over; she had offended another tough person at school.

Young Master Yang lay on the ground for a while before getting up, clutching his bleeding head, and cursed at Long Fei, "Bastard, you wait for me!"

He took out his cell phone, left the room with a group of people, and made a call outside.

This person was his cousin, who was currently studying at Binhai University and had been the karate champion of Binhai City for several years in a row.

Soon after, a Porsche Cayenne pulled up.

While the commoners were busy going to school and looking for jobs, the rich second generation was already enjoying life.

He got out of the car, accompanied by a woman, and yelled at Young Master Yang, "What’s the matter, Jie?"

Young Master Yang’s real name was Yang Jie, which was usually only used by his family.

He held his head and pointed inside the restaurant, pleading, "Bro, someone inside hit me, you have to avenge me!"

After all, he was just a middle schooler, usually the bully rather than the bullied. Having been beaten up today, he felt so depressed he wanted to cry.

His cousin’s brow furrowed tightly, and he cursed loudly, "Fuck, daring to bully my family?"

He tossed his head back and led Yang Jie and his group inside.

Young Master Yang pointed at the spot where Long Fei was sitting, feeling as if he had brought over the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals.

His cousin really was formidable; five or six average people were no match for him, and he had many connections and followers.

Usually, when Yang Jie got into fights, he would often call on his cousin to back him up.

His cousin lit a cigarette and walked in. The waitstaff had just finished tidying up the tables and chairs, and upon seeing them, immediately moved to the side.

Young Master Yang cursed towards the inside, "Bastard, fuck your mother, I’m going to kill you today."

The followers behind him puffed up with courage, tilting their heads and twisting their wrists, ready to deal with Long Fei properly.

Su Yiyi said nervously, "Oh no, did they call someone over?"

Long Fei smiled, looked up, and locked eyes with Yang Jie’s cousin.

Yang Jie’s cousin stopped dead in his tracks five meters away, his face turning deathly pale, shocked to find this formidable person sitting here.

He was no other than Yang Hao, the vice president of the Binhai University Student Council.

Yang Jie and the others weren’t prepared and bumped into his back.

He yelled at Long Fei, "Bro, he’s the one who hit me."

Yang Hao swallowed and gave Long Fei a forced smile and bow, then pulled Yang Jie and turned to leave.

The group was completely dumbfounded, not expecting Yang Hao to react this way.

Yang Jie, unwilling to let it go, called out, "Bro, what’s wrong with you?"

Yang Hao cursed, "Shut up, you can’t afford to mess with this guy!"

Sweat beaded on his forehead as if he had seen a demon.

Long Fei picked up his red wine and took a sip, not saying anything; he had already guessed the relationship between Yang Jie and him.

Because their karate techniques were identical.

Outside the restaurant, Yang Jie was thoroughly disillusioned, never expecting his much-admired cousin to act so cowardly.

Not a word to his opponent, just turned and left.

Even if he couldn’t win, he should have at least tried!

This time, he had completely lost face.

He shook off Yang Hao’s arm and shouted with a flushed face, "Bro, you’re too cowardly!"

"What did you say?"

Yang Hao glared at him with furrowed brows and swung his palm towards him.

He pointed at Yang Jie and cursed, "Yang Jie, if you weren’t my cousin, I would’ve crippled you today. Let me tell you, some people you can’t afford to provoke, especially that one sitting inside. Get lost and go to school, don’t hang around here looking for trouble."

Yang Jie’s face was numb from the slap, holding his face while feeling utter disappointment in his cousin.

To think he came asking for help, and not only did he not get it, but he also got hit by his own people.

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