After picking up his sister, Brother Jin gave her his life

Chapter 242 The fight started

When the little follower heard Jiang Shiyu say that this bar belonged to him, his first reaction was disbelief. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes revealing contempt and disdain.

In his opinion, he had seen too many people like Jiang Shiyu, who just loved to show off.

The little henchman curled his lips slightly and said to Jiang Shiyu bluntly, "You? Look at you, you look like someone who is just eating and waiting to die at home, and you dare to say that this bar is yours? Humph, aren't you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue away?"

The little follower's words were full of sarcasm, and every word was like a sharp thorn, stabbing Jiang Shiyu fiercely.

When Jiang Shiyu heard what the little follower said, his anger was instantly ignited. His eyes widened as if they were about to spit out fire.

"Fuck!" Jiang Shiyu shouted, his anger making him lose his mind.

He threw a punch without hesitation, and the fist rushed towards the little follower at an extremely fast speed with a whistling sound.

The little follower never expected that Jiang Shiyu would suddenly attack, and he was completely unprepared.

The solid punch hit him hard in the face, and the huge impact made him stagger back a few steps. The little follower only felt a sharp pain on his face and his head was buzzing.

He quickly covered his face with his hands, his eyes filled with astonishment and anger.

"Fuck! You actually sneak attacked me!"

The little follower cursed angrily, his voice full of unwillingness. His face was twisted in pain, and his eyes were burning with rage, as if he wanted to eat Jiang Shiyu alive.

After Jiang Shiyu took action, the anger in his heart was like an erupting volcano and could no longer be contained.

His eyes were wide open, and there was a raging fire in his eyes, like an enraged lion. The little follower was not to be outdone, and although he was caught off guard by Jiang Shiyu's sudden attack, his stubbornness and the stimulation of alcohol made him react quickly, and he immediately raised his fist to fight back.

The two men fought each other in an instant, and the corridor was immediately filled with a tense atmosphere. Jiang Shiyu was agile, and he threw a punch quickly, with a sharp sound of wind, directly at the little follower's face.

The little follower quickly dodged sideways and raised his arm to block. Jiang Shiyu's fist hit the follower's arm, making a dull sound.

The little follower only felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and quickly kicked out, trying to attack Jiang Shiyu's lower body.

Jiang Shiyu reacted very quickly, he jumped lightly and avoided the attack of the little follower. Then, he took advantage of the situation and did a roundhouse kick, kicking the little follower hard in the chest.

The little follower was unable to dodge and was kicked back repeatedly. Jiang Shiyu took advantage of the victory and swung his fist again, raining down on the little follower.

Although the little follower fought hard, he was obviously not as strong as Jiang Shiyu, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Each of Jiang Shiyu's punches was full of power, and his fists were as hard as steel. His attacks were swift and powerful, making it difficult for the little follower to resist.

The little follower could only passively defend and constantly dodge Jiang Shiyu's attacks. However, Jiang Shiyu's offensive became more and more fierce, and the little follower gradually fell into trouble.

Jiang Shiyu's eyes were full of determination and anger, and his movements were clean and neat, without any delay.

His fists landed accurately on the little follower's body, and every punch caused the little follower to feel great pain.

The little follower had a painful expression on his face, and his body was shaking under Jiang Shiyu's attack. But he still resisted stubbornly and refused to give up easily.

The sound of fighting in the corridor attracted the attention of others, and people gathered around to watch the intense scene.

However, Jiang Shiyu and his little follower completely ignored the gazes of the people around them. They were immersed in their own battle, as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Jiang Shiyu continued to launch a fierce attack. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to make the little follower pay the price for his rudeness.

Meanwhile, Yan Zeyu in the private room was getting a little impatient. He frowned, stood up slightly, a puzzled look on his face, and muttered, "Did Jiang Shiyu fall into the toilet? Should someone rescue him? It's been so long and he still hasn't come back."

As Yan Zeyu spoke, he paced back and forth, looking towards the door from time to time, as if expecting Jiang Shiyu to appear at any time.

Jiang Shiwen was sitting aside, originally with a calm expression, but after hearing Yan Zeyu's words, he also raised his eyes and looked towards the door.

He thought about it for a moment and felt that Yan Zeyu was right. Jiang Shiyu had indeed been gone for too long. Jiang Shiwen was just about to stand up to check the situation when his younger brother ran in in a panic.

The younger brother was anxious, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He panted and said quickly, "Young Master Jiang, it's bad! The second young master is fighting with others in the toilet!"

The younger brother's voice was full of tension and worry, as if the fight had made him very panicked.

His eyes were full of anxiety, and he expected Jiang Shiwen to take action as soon as possible.

Ming Nanjin had been holding Xiao Chengcheng quietly. The little body looked particularly well-behaved in his arms.

When Ming Nanjin heard his younger brother coming in to report in a panic, there was an elusive look in his eyes for a moment.

His expression was like a ripple on the calm lake, deep and complex. He lowered his eyes slightly, looking thoughtfully at the little Cheng Cheng in his arms, as if he was thinking about something.

When Jiang Shiwen heard what his younger brother said, he immediately stood up.

He stood tall and straight, exuding a calm temperament. He frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes, and said decisively: "Go and have a look."

His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

Ming Nanjin held Xiao Chengcheng in his arms and slowly stood up. His movements were graceful and calm, as if everything was under his control.

He followed Jiang Shiwen and Yan Zeyu out of the private room. Xiao Chengcheng opened his eyes wide and looked at everything around him curiously, as if he was looking forward to what was about to happen.

As soon as they walked out of the private room, they heard the sound of fighting coming from the corridor. The sound was noisy and chaotic, full of anger and violence.

Ming Nanjin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He paused for a moment, as if he was assessing the situation.

Jiang Shiwen quickened his pace and walked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Yan Zeyu followed closely behind with an excited look on his face, as if he was full of curiosity about this sudden conflict.