Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 895: Sobering Up

"Don’t make us repeat it again, get out now, and make it a smooth getaway without being an eyesore here. But you can leave, your girl has to stay with us, got it?" the man with dreadlocks said, pointing at the woman standing next to Xu Ke, a silly smile on his face as he spoke.

Xu Ke frowned, sizing up the few people around, but since he was new to this place, and the others in the room didn’t speak up, he held his tongue.

Watching these three arrogant men, not only trying to take over the booth but also wanting to dominate those inside, Brother Qian’s gaze turned uneasy as he looked at them.

In the end, it seemed he couldn’t endure it anymore, sharing the same roof with these people, even breathing the same oxygen in the room.

"I really hate this smell and the way you speak. Since you’re unwilling to leave this room yourselves, I’ll just have to ask someone to escort you out."

As soon as Brother Qian finished speaking, the man who had been silently standing behind him walked out for the first time, directly facing the three drunks, his eyes lightly sweeping over them.

The next moment, the man with colorful hair mercilessly extended his hand, forcefully pushing the person standing in front of him.

The man with colorful hair didn’t think the weak-looking guy in front of him could pose any threat.

Though drunk, their minds retained some sobriety; they hadn’t completely lost their rationality and ability to analyze.

Looking at the scholarly-looking man standing in front of him, with his slender frame, he assumed the man couldn’t dodge his surprise attack, thus daring to make a move.

But ideal and reality are quite different.

The man he predicted wouldn’t dodge turned agilely aside, and failing to control his strength, he fell to the ground himself, banging his knee and elbow, the sudden pain sobering him up a lot.

Quickly scrambling to his feet, he pointed at the man in front of him, angrily saying, "You dare to dodge me, who let you dodge? Who gave you permission? You embarrass me, you’ll pay for it."

With those words, like a fluttering butterfly, the man with colorful hair lunged at the man who caused his fall.

He put on a fierce expression, his movements exaggerated, indicating he was serious, and his previous words were sincere.

If he manages to pin someone down, it could be like being subdued by a zombie—you never know what a drunk person might imagine themselves to be. And having one’s people doing the inexplicable doesn’t seem that hard to accept either.

Facing the attack, the man remained calm, not even accelerating the pace of his evasive actions.

From the start, the opponent’s aim was off, influenced by alcohol, his sense of space and distance flawed, causing him to fall again.

This time, the impact was more painful, jolting him into further sobriety, his gaze sharper now.

Quickly clambering up, his eyes darted around the booth, as if trying to figure out why he and his friends ended up there.

But as the saying goes, better lose a fight than lose face.

Even if he had no idea how he got there, being in the booth with his friends meant some destiny.

With his simple thinking, anyone causing him embarrassment would not be let off—he not only wanted to regain face but wanted to hold the fort as well.

The man with colorful hair made up his mind on what to do, his gaze stubbornly firm, wasting no words before raising his fist and charging at the man.

This time, they were very close, and the man didn’t expect another attack so soon.

Thus, this attack landed, a punch striking his face hard, blood seeping into his mouth, its taste spreading as the punch broke the inside of his mouth.

The man with colorful hair felt a relief washing over him, even whistling cheerfully, his look taunting.

"That’s for dodging me earlier; this is your punishment. This is just the start; things will only get tougher for you. If you don’t want more, kneel and admit defeat, leave the girl behind, and walk out of here, then I’ll let you off. Otherwise, all four of you aren’t worth a flick of my finger."

In front of everyone, the man with colorful hair waved off his own hand, brushed off the dust, then eyed the crowd with a triumphant gaze.

"Too arrogant. Go teach him a lesson," Brother Zhao said to Xu Ke after hearing him.

With a directive, Xu Ke, who had been curbing his temper, quietly exhaled, flexing his wrist as he headed toward the opponent.

"I’ve really put up with you for long enough. Arrogance needs context, and this booth isn’t your place. Get out of here with your buddies, or it’ll be horizontal out instead of vertical," Xu Ke said firmly, eyes on the man with colorful hair.

From the first sight, the Luoyang guy with colorful hair felt Xu Ke was not easy to deal with.

Although Xu Ke’s build didn’t differ much from the man he faced, something—perhaps animal instinct—warned him off Xu Ke the moment he saw him, as if spotting a predator, an urge to flee welling.

But with a look at his two brothers, his steps froze in place, unable to move.

Mind fully focused, he gave Xu Ke a once-over, seeking to unravel the secret behind the intimidating sensation Xu Ke gave him.

For the first time in his life, even before a fight began, he felt he couldn’t rival someone. Xu Ke stood like the towering Himalayas, climbing was taxing, let alone conquering.