I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 560 Fight

Chapter 560: Chapter 560 Fight

"Heh, what does how much you drink have to do with us? The main thing we’re after is why you had to go knocking all our drinks over. We’d just established the rules. Now you’ve messed everything up, we have to start over. You really think too highly of yourself, strutting in here like you own the place."

"Drinks at this joint cost an arm and a leg, and you haven’t even had the decency to apologize promptly after knocking them down. You really fancy yourself a real man, huh? Lads, if we don’t put this guy on the floor begging for mercy today, we won’t be able to swallow this insult."

"Who lost the most just now? Quickly throw this guy to the ground. Let’s start kicking and punching, show him how tough we are. See if he dares to be so arrogant. I’m really curious to see if there’s anybody here who can out-tough us."

This bunch of rich young masters had some skills, of course, and couldn’t stand being provoked. One of them spoke up, and the rest hurried to join in, taking turns to kick at the drunk. At first, he was able to fend off against one of them.

But as time went on, he began to struggle to keep up. After all, he was drunk and unprotected, all alone. How could he possibly fight them off?

The commotion quickly attracted attention, and many in the bar turned to watch, especially the other drunkards who really enjoyed watching a fight.

"Wow, look how pitiful that guy on the ground is, getting beaten up by so many. What kind of mistake did he commit to deserve this? It hurts just watching. These rich brats don’t pull their punches either, smashing those bottles made of solid glass straight onto the drunk."

"Stop hitting me, stop it. I didn’t mean to run into you. I remember I was pushed, which is why I fell. I apologize to you, please stop hitting me. I’m the chairman of Kechuang Group. You can’t keep beating me.

If you hit me like this, I’ll definitely tell your fathers when I get back. Show no respect for the aged—no reverence for the young." The drunk seemed to sober up a bit from the beating and quickly announced his identity. Clearly, having been beaten so badly, he couldn’t stand losing face like this. Once he mentioned his status, those rich and privileged ones didn’t hesitate to stop.

The owner of the dance hall was delighted to see this spectacle. With the place being so large and now with so much commotion, they definitely couldn’t control it.

He let these young people fight over his business, but now wasn’t he still leading them by the nose? Anyway, he now wanted to show these youngsters what real toughness was—like how he got away with starting trouble unnoticed. In the end, only a few would get caught, and he wouldn’t be implicated at all.

He’d rather sit back and enjoy the show. When Shen Dong arrived at the scene, he was far from pleased that those people had not yet intervened. Little did he know, the people in charge were so intimidated by the scene that they didn’t dare offend the young masters.

They stepped up and said, "Sorry, boss, it’s just... there were so many of them, we thought we’d wait until the fight was over—less trouble that way. Then we’d take the drunk to the hospital together."

After hearing this, Shen Dong was nearly livid. He hadn’t hired all these people just to sit around—they were supposed to handle situations for him. Doing business like this was simply a joke. If that was how it was going to be, there was no point in them being there, right?

It had been a total waste of money, and as Shen Dong’s expression soured, the workers from his factory could tell he was angry and immediately hung their heads, not daring to speak.

"Now, hurry up and help this person up. If there’s a complaint later, all of you will compensate me and get lost." Shandong said coldly, then he arranged for some people to check the surveillance to see exactly what had happened. The last thing his bar wanted was this kind of incident. If it ended up being manslaughter and the owner got upset, it wouldn’t just be a matter of compensation—they might even have to close the bar down, which he couldn’t afford.

The drunk, now battered and disoriented, had no sense of direction any longer. As he got up, he shouted that they would all pay. After all, who would be happy after being beaten like that? He then turned his head and saw Shen Dong, extremely angry at the owner for not protecting him, and said,

"Fine, fine, so I get into trouble in your bar. If you don’t sort this out properly, you won’t have to bother keeping this bar open any longer."

It was evident that the drunk had some status, or he wouldn’t dare make such a bold statement. He had come here today just to relax. After feeling so oppressed by his wife lately, he had been walking around the bar drunk and alone, then got pushed and knocked over those young punks’ table.

The result was spilled drinks everywhere, and then they started targeting him out of anger. No one came to help him, making it tough for the drunk, so he scolded Shen Dong openly.

Shen Dong, however, didn’t show any particular anger after hearing this. The customer was always right, and it was crucial to keep a cool head and take care of them. He couldn’t afford to get aggravated, no matter what. The issue had to be resolved first; then, he could explain to the customer that it wasn’t his fault.

"Look here, uncle, aren’t you being incredibly brazen with this blame-shifting act? What does this have to do with the owner? We come here to have fun, not to have to close down because of one person. You’re being way too selfish. And I saw it myself; you’re the one who fell into those drinks.

It’s natural for those guys to hit you; anyone would get disturbed playing nicely and then getting disrupted suddenly. If they could stay calm and you had just apologized nicely, wouldn’t that have settled it? Instead, you’ve made such a mess here; if anyone’s at fault, it’s you."