s "thing" was too much, it still leaked out. How could she explain this now"Damn it!" Ouyang Yu, consumed by rage, lashed out with another slap. The fury behind his strike was immense, and with a sin...Gelan Xiaoxin knew very well in her heart that if she didn't immediately divert Yue Zitian's attention, what awaited her would be unimaginable horror.

Although Yue Lao is not as deviant as Yang Xiao, when she gets serious, the things she does to trample on humanity are absolutely more appalling.

"We can ask Huaye Shen for help!"

Xin Jie shouted out the words with all her might, finally making Yue Zi Tong's hand that was sliding up her neck stop.

"Flower Night God"

The head of the Yue family muttered to himself, then grabbed Helan Xiaoxin's neck and walked out.

He Lan Xiaoxin was about to be scared out of her wits, she opened her mouth and shouted loudly: "Yue Zitian, it's fine to kill a man but not to insult him. What are you trying to do Be clear!"

"What are you doing Going to find Huaye Shen, isn't that what you said"

"Hmm Really going, eh, eh eh."

Before Xin Jie could react, Yue Zi Tong forcefully pulled her out the door and into a car heading to the General Hospital.

Beijing's night is bustling, and Seoul, as the capital of the same country, is no different.

Our Mr. Li is now a household name in Seoul, you could say that half of Seoul's excitement tonight is thanks to him.

Unfortunately, he hadn't come to a realization about bringing happiness to the South Korean people. He was just sitting alone at a round table in an unnamed bar, savoring authentic sake.

Li Nanshan is still quite particular about his life.

Unless his work required it, he would never go to those places with heavy metal music blaring and people just headbanging around looking stupid.

Because one drinks alone, one seeks a kind of inner peace.

Going to such places will only torture your eardrums and you won't be able to relax at all.

But today was different, he came to the busiest bar in Seoul.

He didn't approach her on his own, but rather followed her, captivated by her short skirt that revealed shapely legs and a curvy backside.

Five meters away, at another round table, that woman was drinking shot after shot, her plump buttocks and long legs on full display. Her way of guzzling down alcohol was in stark contrast to Li Nanfang's manner of savoring each sip with meticulous care.

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These two, one downing drinks in silence and the other observing quietly, created a peaceful atmosphere that stood in stark contrast to the extremely noisy environment of the bar.

But Li Nanshan didn't care, he just wanted to drink quietly and appreciate the scenery in peace.

Mr. Li was very honest today, saying he wouldn't engage in one-night stands or romantic encounters, so I didn't have any impure thoughts about him.

Even when he was trailing that woman with the nice figure and long legs just now, he kept a distance of over ten meters.

If you don't accept the skull, there won't be any trouble.

Of course, there's also the factor that Mr. Li can't guarantee that when he goes up to her, he won't even have time to say a word before the beautiful woman opens her mouth — and gets him into trouble.

She is indeed a beauty.

Her figure needed no detailed description. Just one glance from Li Nanshan left him momentarily stunned, unable to suppress the burning desire within him. She was far from an ordinary woman.

The short skirt is very tight-fitting, and on top is a sleeveless crop top. Her ample bosom begs to be looked at, and it's certainly hard to resist.

The only pity is that Mr. Li hasn't been able to see the beauty's face until now.

Even when the other party was taking gulps of alcohol, their long black hair kept swinging back and forth, completely covering their face.

"She's completely drunk already, yet she still comes here to get even drunker. She must have a story, eh Who is she, so blind!"

Mr. Li was speculating about the woman's past, seeking amusement from it, when suddenly someone blocked his way.

Fuming, he raised his head to see who had ruined his peaceful enjoyment of the scenery.

As a result, at first glance, it turned out to be two "artificial women" standing hand-in-hand, throwing him flirtatious glances non-stop.

What is "artificial woman" refers to a highly developed medical technology in South Korea.

This technique's practical process involves comparing a normal person's face to a photograph, using techniques such as cutting, filling, grinding, and stitching to make it indistinguishable from real.

Simply put, it's "plastic surgery".

Perhaps the two women appearing before me used the same photo when signing up as paid volunteers for this medical procedure. As a result, despite their different heights, shoulder widths, and body types, they both possess the same face.

It is indeed a black technology that hinders the normal development of mankind, disrupts the natural law of survival of the fittest, and affects the ecological environment.

At that moment, while Mr. Li was thinking to himself, the two women across from him let out silver-bell like laughter: "Handsome guy, please have a drink with us sisters."

Alas, how clichéd an opening line.

He invited me for drinks, then for dinner, after dinner, more drinks, and finally... well, you know how it goes.

The survival skills needed in a bar like this, Mr. Li understood well; otherwise, he'd be betraying the days he spent staining his reputation at Qixing Club.

Logically speaking, Boss Li is prosperous now and it's only right for him to help out his fellow sisters who are also struggling.

But, how can the fireflies of Hancheng be considered sisters

More importantly, Boss Li wouldn't be interested in a woman like this tonight. He is the son-in-law and needs to continue to investigate the sentiments of the people.

More importantly, these two pesky fireflies were interfering with his enjoyment of admiring her shapely derrière and long legs.

Li Nanfang smiled, a very unconvincing smile: "Okay, I'll treat you. Do you guys pay"

Upon hearing this, the two fireflies who were just about to sit down after a strenuous preparation froze in place.

"What does it mean to pay"

It wasn't clear which of the artificial women had spoken, and Li Nanfang didn't care. He waved his hands dismissively: "You mean I have no money"

"You're sick!"

Two women finally understood his meaning, angrily cursed a sentence, and hand in hand turned to look for other targets.

As the son-in-law of South Korea's president, Mr. Li maintained his expected benevolence towards the people, harboring no desire to punish them for their insolence.

Because, he really has no money.

To be out drinking with no money on you, that's not being sick, what is it

But foolish mortals, they do not understand Li Boss's rhythm.

He came out today, really just to drink.

If you were drunk, like that one with the pert backside and long legs, going to show off her breasts—well, that would be a disgrace to his position as son-in-law.

So, after finishing the drinks, I'll borrow a phone to give the Shen family a heads up. With the money for the drinks settled, ways to get home become more plentiful. Such a win-win situation!

This is the main reason why he dared to come out alone, with empty sleeves.

The two poor fireflies, they can't see through the intentions of those in power.

Although he could forgive their rudeness, Mr. Li couldn't help but complain about the quality of South Korean people: "Alas, such a fierce and unruly populace is my own fault as their ruler."

Muttering those words with a heart full of guilt, he finally shifted his gaze back to the shapely hips and long legs not far away.

Oh my, another empty bottle already Is this woman trying to drink herself to death

Well, what did she go through — oh, oh oh!

Mr. Li is about to get angry.

Just as he sent away two clueless fireflies, another blind one dared to obstruct his view of the beautiful scenery.

Just because I have a bad temper, if it weren't for the fact that there are so many of them, I would definitely give them a good thrashing!

This time, what blocked his gaze was a large group of men and women who had just come in from outside. They were just passing by him, no one intentionally provoked him.

So, Boss Li magnanimously forgave these people.

But as these people entered the bar's interior, before he could take another look around, he suddenly heard a word that held special significance for him.

"Damn Ye Shen, we must resist him to the very end!"

Someone in the new group shouted out this phrase, and what followed was a tidal wave of "Resist to the end" responses, making the already noisy bar even more chaotic.

Li Nanfang was slightly taken aback and unconsciously turned his head to look. He saw someone standing on a round stool, holding a sign high in the air.

The card had a large, frontal photo of our boss Li. He was handsome, that's for sure, but unfortunately, someone had used a red pen to draw a big red cross on his delicate face.

Li Nanfang couldn't help but shrink his neck and re-erected the collar he had lowered earlier.

When facing a multitude of reporters in the daytime, he only thought that those people were just making empty threats, trying to give him a warning.

I never expected that what those people said would actually come true.

This is a group of diehard fans who worship Shen Yun as their perfect goddess. They are the entire South Korea's most ardent haters of "Ye Shen."

They gathered together, wanting to protest at the Seoul Hotel.

Unfortunately, they were stopped by the Shen family a few kilometers away. After a long standoff, the protesters, realizing they couldn't win against such powerful force, eventually gave up. Led by their organizers, they came to this bar to vent their feelings.

It just so happened that the person in question heard it.

Although hundreds of ordinary people couldn't possibly threaten Mr. Li, making a fuss out of this and escalating the situation wouldn't be a wise move.

He certainly didn't want to see the headline in tomorrow's newspaper: "South Korean Son-in-law Gets Drunk Alone on Wedding Eve, Attacked by Hundreds of Protesters."

Li Nanfang backed down. After those protesters shouted for a few minutes, they fell silent.

With everything back to normal, Mr. Li could finally relax and continue admiring the beautiful women.

Over the past stretch of time, empty wine bottles have piled up on the round table before her, alongside her pert hips and long legs.

She seemed to be completely isolated from the world, drinking alone and oblivious to everything happening around her.

That carefree head-tilt and frequent gulps of wine were gone. Her whole head rested on the table, her hair cascading down. All she did was repeatedly pour wine into her mouth.

Seeing this, Mr. Li felt pity.

This is really going to kill me.

Though tonight might not be the best night for a romantic encounter, it's always good to help those in need, isn't it

Alas, who made me so kind As the son-in-law of South Korea, I must care about the suffering of the people.

I hope I can use my special charm to make her—ah, dammit! I can't take it anymore!

This is the third time someone has blocked Li Boss's line of sight. Just when he put aside his grudge and was about to rescue the other party, can this be tolerated

If you could bear it, the two yellow-haired punks blocking his line of sight right now, shaking their heads and staring intently at the skirt's upturned hips, long legs, and exposed breasts, would definitely be unbearable!

Mr. Li's sense of justice flared up immediately.

He raised his head and drained the cup of wine, clenching his fists with a *crack* and *clack*, preparing for every heroic act before saving the beauty.

But the moment he got up, the turn of events before his eyes was completely beyond his imagination.

Two guys with spiky yellow hair said something, it was probably just some cheesy pickup lines. One of them even leaned in close, trying to get closer.

At that moment, the hand released from the hip-thrusting, long-legged pose shot upward suddenly, whirling a butterfly knife in a dizzyingly beautiful arc.

Finally, the knife came to a halt, its blade pressing directly against the forehead of the person who had leaned in.

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