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Wei Jingxi was getting more and more furious. After waiting for so long without seeing anyone come in or out, he felt unlucky to have encountered a fool who was stuck inside like a dead man. How much had he eaten in there to have such a foul mouth?
While cursing, he raised his leg and kicked the door again. With a loud bang, the door shook.
"Do you dare to kick again? Don't run!"
Feng Youxian couldn't care less about his appearance; his idol persona was too heavy to maintain. He rushed into the restroom and slammed the door open.
Wei Jingxi was already prepared, stepping aside to avoid being hit. He stood there arrogantly, his gaze icy, exuding an air of defiance that dared anyone to try and take him down.
Feng Youxian was truly fed up. Just one day at work was annoying enough, and now he had to deal with a mad dog while trying to use the restroom. Looking at this little brat's irritating expression, it was clear he was just a drunk looking for trouble.
Not one to back down, Feng Youxian strode forward and grabbed Wei Jingxi by the collar, delivering a hard punch while cursing, "You’re just full of yourself! Came here to eat because you’re not satisfied elsewhere? You crazy dog, don’t come here to make a scene in front of me!"
The punch landed squarely on Wei Jingxi's face, snapping the last taut string in his mind. He felt a strange relief that there was someone behind that door; otherwise, he wouldn't know where to vent his anger.
Without hesitation, Wei Jingxi retaliated with a punch of his own and didn’t let up with his feet either, kicking and striking. The two were soon locked in a fierce brawl, neither willing to back down.
Both had completely lost their rationality. Just as Feng Youxian received another punch to the face, he regained some semblance of control but forgot about fighting back as he desperately protected his face. After all, he made a living off his looks; if he got disfigured, it would be disastrous.
Wei Jingxi thought that his opponent wouldn’t be able to keep up and kicked Feng Youxian’s calf hard several times. Meanwhile, friends from the private room outside had heard the commotion and rushed in after half-waking from their drunken stupor.
Seeing Wei Jingxi beating someone up inside, no one dared to intervene. Blood had been drawn, and amidst the chaos, someone finally managed to grab Wei Jingxi around the waist.
"Bro, bro! Stop it before you kill someone!"
Wei Jingxi was even more enraged. As he was held back, Feng Youxian retaliated with a kick right into his stomach.
He was in so much pain that cold sweat poured down his face as he forcefully shook off the person holding him. "Get lost!"
The two people behind him saw that things were going south and stepped forward, glaring at Feng Youxian. "Are you looking for death? Do you dare to make a move?"
What a bunch of idiots. Feng Youxian was not one to back down easily and wouldn’t take any insults lying down. He wasn’t afraid of Wei Jingxi; he was just terrified of ruining his looks. Otherwise, he would have definitely beaten that lunatic to a pulp.
Relying on their numbers, they weren’t worried about beating someone to death. Instead of stopping Wei Jingxi, they seemed eager to throw another punch at Feng Youxian.
Why was his mouth so reckless?
At that moment, a man in a suit and glasses hurriedly squeezed in.
When he saw Feng Youxian’s bruised and swollen face, his expression began to crumble.
"Oh my God, ancestor! Weren't you just here to use the restroom?"
Feng Youxian spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva.
The corners of his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of ruthlessness in his brows.
What a stupid idiot!
Before Wei Jingxi could make a move, Zhang Qian rushed over, his eyes wide with fury. "Who are you calling a stupid idiot?"
Feng Youxian didn’t take the bait and merely mouthed silently, "Idiot."
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