Chapter 813: If I don’t beat the shit out of these idiots, they’ll be considered clean
A bottle of whiskey was obviously not enough for Wayne and his son.
Vincent ordered a second bottle and some extra snacks.
"Dad, do you have a way to coax Mom?"
Eric had a disdainful smile on his face. "You underestimate me, don't you? You'll know when you wake up tomorrow."
Vincent boldly unscrewed the cork of the wine bottle that the waiter had just put up, "Then I feel relieved."
The second bottle was finished soon after.
Both father and son were a little tipsy, but they were still able to continue drinking.
The combination of a handsome middle-aged man and a handsome young man naturally attracted a lot of attention.
A hot blonde girl walked gracefully and stopped in front of them, her eyes full of suggestion and teasing.
"You two, do you mind if I sit down?"
Eric turned to look at her.
She is quite pretty. The red low-cut miniskirt highlights her curvy figure very well, and her pair of sexy long legs makes people think of some crazy things.
And she wasn't wearing any underwear, which made people even more imaginative.
Most of the men who come to the bar at night are looking for beauty, and as for the women who come to the bar at night, most of them are similar to the men.
Wayne and his son actually became her prey?
Italians are so open!
Eric gently put down the glass in his hand, "Sorry, my wife is still waiting for me."
The blonde girl maintained an elegant smile and looked seductively at Vincent on the other side.
"Sorry, I have a girlfriend."
Such a straightforward refusal made her expression a little tense. "Excuse me, both of you. I wish you a pleasant evening."
The father and son withdrew their gaze from her sexy back and raised their glasses in tacit understanding.
They are both very principled people and will stick to their bottom line even after drinking.
Although Eric was once an out-and-out playboy, his more than ten years of military career taught him to cherish things, and being a playboy does not mean promiscuous.
Vincent's ideas are relatively traditional and conservative. He always keeps a distance from women like this who come to him on their own initiative.
"To the great love!"
"cheers!"
Wayne and his son continued to drink and chat.
On the other side of the open-air bar,
The blonde huffed and went back to her seat and sat down.
The two sexy girls at the same table teased:
"What? Our nightclub goddess was rejected?"
"That foreign father and son looked different from other men. You picked the wrong prey from the beginning."
The blonde girl looked with resentment at Wayne and his son who were clinking glasses again in the distance.
She filled the goblet in front of her with red wine and drank it in one gulp.
"Go ahead if you have the guts. If you have time to mock me, you might as well go look for new prey."
After drinking a whole glass of red wine, her anger was almost gone.
Not long after, she and her two companions began looking for new prey again.
The three passionate and sexy girls were obviously very popular. They just cast a little flirtation, and both local Italians and foreign tourists were obviously mesmerized.
Vincent, who had just returned from the bathroom, saw them and seven or eight men walking towards the bar door behind him.
With so many girls around, I'm afraid they're going to have to go to a big room downstairs for a party.
He walked right past the group, but the blonde who recognized him paused as they passed.
She loosened her arms slightly around the two men, and the two sexy ladies recognized him.
Three female companions were staring at the back of a handsome guy at the same time. For a man, especially a drunk man, this was not something to be happy about.
A Russian man who was drunk shouted in broken English, "Young man in front, stand up!"
Vincent turned around and looked at the group of people with a puzzled look on his face.
Why don't you hurry up and organize the silver party and instead come to provoke him?
"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
The Russian snorted coldly and shook off the blonde's hand that was tightly grasping his arm.
He walked forward unsteadily, obviously having drunk a little too much.
"Things? What do you think will happen?"
The polite smile on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.
So it's just jealousy. That's easy to deal with.
He slightly moved his wrist, which had become somewhat sluggish due to the alcohol, and said, "Sir, I don't think I have offended you, have I?"
"Yeah." The Russian man tensed his arm muscles, "I just don't like you."
Vincent felt vaguely excited when he saw the muscles that seemed about to burst through his clothes.
He's so strong, he should be able to take a beating.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Sir, how do you want to solve this problem?"
Perhaps because he was not as scared as expected, the frowning Russian man seemed to sober up a little.
So what if he's tall and handsome? Can he compare to this muscular body?
The three girls looked at each other with fear on their faces.
They are just a little playful and are not bad women.
They all screamed and closed their eyes as the Russian strongman reached out and tried to grab Vincent's clothes.
But the expected scene did not happen.
The sturdy man knelt on the ground, holding his stomach, and Vincent was looking at his fist in surprise.
I haven't done it for a long time, so I can't control my strength well.
"Sukabulie!" the sturdy man cursed and swung his fist despite the severe pain.
Vincent subconsciously tilted his head, grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.
There was a "click" sound, as if it was dislocated.
The Russian strong man grimaced in pain, "I want a chicken, David!"
Vincent didn't understand Russian, so he thought he was giving up and let go of his hand.
"Bat!" The burly man bumped into him with his shoulder.
So you're insulting me, so don't be polite.
Vincent's fist hit him hard in the face, causing him to fall to the ground with his neck tilted.
The three girls screamed again.
The unexpected development shocked them deeply and also caused great humiliation to the remaining men.
The Russian strongman was obviously drunk, so what was the point of beating him?
As they exchanged glances, the bar's security guard hurried over.
Before they got close, several men under the influence of alcohol rushed towards Vincent.
Another unexpected development.
Vincent dodged their attacks without any unnecessary movement, and then beat them down severely.
The security guards looked at each other in amazement, obviously not wanting to provoke such a ruthless character.
"Fuck! Which bastard wants to beat up my son!" Eric pushed the security guard away roughly and strode towards Vincent.
He looked at the men lying on the ground in a mess, and his expression improved a lot.
After all, Vincent was taught by him personally, so it was a good thing that he didn't beat these idiots to death.
"Is that you?" He picked up a man with a bloody nose from the ground, "Is that you?"
The man shook his head frantically, looking intently at the Russian strong man lying motionless on the ground.
Eric loosened his grip, walked up to the sturdy man and kicked him.
This pighead dares to mess with the Wayne family?
Just when he was about to strike hard, Vincent stepped forward and held his shoulders.
"Dad, this guy must have had a concussion from me."
Eric let out a soft "oh" and looked towards the three sexy girls who were huddled together.
"They are the ones who are in charge?"
Vincent shook his head. "Probably not."
What a bunch of idiots, can't you just have a good time with them? Why do you have to be so jealous?
If his son hadn't been so ruthless, Eric would have said he would have taught them a lesson.
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