Transmigrated Son-in-law

Yang Xuan said, "I'll say whoever agrees."    

"You bastard, laozi …"    

Ye Jun glanced at his angry little brother and said at a moderate pace, "What are you doing? You couldn't endure it any longer before I finished speaking?"    

"Sorry, Young Master Ye, I was a bit impulsive." The lackey shivered at the look in his eyes and immediately backed off in apology.    

"Good dog, what did you teach me?" Yang Xuan continued to take advantage of the situation.    

Ye Jun snorted and said coldly, "Alright, stop talking. Let me ask you a question, you better make me satisfied or you won't see the sun tomorrow."    

"Say it, I will definitely answer Brother Ye's question properly."    

Ye Jun suppressed his anger and said, "Why the f * ck did you impersonate me to attend that shitty Yin-Yang gathering?"    

Yang Xuan immediately said, "No, I'm not. Don't say random things. I'm a socialist successor with a very strong background. I don't even want to watch movies. How could I go to a gathering like that?"    

"You still want to quibble?!" Ye Jun became even angrier. He took a deep breath, took out his phone and quickly patted Yang Xuan's head. He passed it to his brother and said, "Send it to Officer Qian, let him recognize it. If it is a 1, then it is a 2."    

Yang Xuan didn't panic as his subordinate quickly started to operate his phone. He slowly crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa.    

However, Ye Jun said, "You don't know what I'm doing, right?"    

"I don't know, just tell me."    

"There was a surveillance Camera installed at that gathering. After the police took them all, they captured all the videos. After seeing the videos, they would know that you didn't attend the gathering."    

Yang Xuan's expression did not change, he nodded and said, "Oh, so that's how it is."    

Otherwise, how could he be so calm? After the Wu Steel case, he had confirmed that Yang Xuan had disappeared from the police station. There was no need to ask, he was definitely expelled.    

Then he should be panicking, right?!    

Just when Ye Jun suspected that he had lost his composure, his lackey handed him the phone. He looked at the screen and saw only one message: 1.    

Ye Jun took a deep breath and suddenly shouted, "F * ck your ancestors! Go up and take responsibility!"    

They immediately pounced on Yang Xuan, casually picked up a stool with empty hands, and picked up a bottle of wine. Some of them even took out their fingers from their pockets and put them on.    

Judging from the looks of it, it was likely that someone was going to die today. Some people in the crowd were already in shock.    

Immediately after that, Ye Jun and the group retreated at a faster speed than they did, there were even people who fell down too quickly.    

Yang Xuan raised the black blade in his hand and said lightly, "You must be silly, I have a gun."    

At this moment, Ye Jun's anger had completely disappeared. He had studied abroad before, where gun control was not as strict as at home.    

He had actually seen the firefight between the fugitives on the street, the crisp sound of firecrackers, the spurting spout of blood, the head that was only half left after being hit, and the hole in the body of the victim that the medical examiner had shown him. It was fresh in his mind.    

He was very clear about the power of firearms. If one was hit, it was truly possible for one to die.    

Thus, he was more afraid than anyone else present.    

Now that he was pointed at by a gun less than two meters away, the hairs all over his body stood up. This was an extreme level of fear, a reaction that would only appear when he felt that his life was in danger.    

After his subordinates took a few steps back, they all looked at him, waiting for his reaction.    

Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Where did he get that gun from? What should I do?! I don't want to die!    

Seeing that he did not move for a long time, one of his brothers touched him and called out in a low voice: "Young Master Ye?"    

Only then did Ye Jun react. He resisted the urge to piss and said, "Brother Yang, no, Brother Yang, we can talk it over. Don't be rash, you must not be rash!"    

Yang Xuan coughed dryly: "All of you sit down and talk. With so many people standing around me, I can't even breathe."    

Ye Jun immediately turned around and said, "Sit down."    

Where did all these stools come from? In a moment of desperation, no one moved them from afar, so they decided to just squat on the ground.    

Ye Jun also quickly squatted down and forced a smile towards Yang Xuan, "Bro, are you in a good mood? Can you keep your gun?"    

Just as they had met up to this point, a lot of people had entered the bar and were looking at them from afar.    

The atmosphere was normal at first, and everyone was talking and laughing. They ordered wine and watched the scene. Fighting in a bar was a common occurrence.    

However, the moment they squatted and exposed the black spear in Yang Xuan's and his hands, the effect was completely different. A sharp-eyed person exclaimed: "F * ck, I took out a gun!"    

He had already taken out his gun. This was no small matter. Those who were more quick-witted immediately slipped away. Those who were braver or more brainless still stayed on the spot to watch the commotion.    

These people didn't even think that if they really did fire, even a stray bullet could kill a person in this sort of confined space.    

Ye Jun's gaze couldn't help but be drawn over as he calculated in his heart: "I'm about three meters away from the table. I'll be able to pounce on it with a single stride. At that time, I'll be safe with the gun in my hand."    

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but take a small step towards the table. Yang Xuan suddenly picked up the gun again, causing him to fall backwards and fall flat on his butt.    

Yang Xuan said loudly, "There's no wine left. Hurry up and bring the wine over. Give me seven to eight bottles of good wine."    

No one dared to come here for a long time, and the waiter was not a fool either. How could he dare to come here in this kind of situation? It seemed like the boss was negotiating with him, and if he went there, the boss would kill him as an example, which would be a huge loss.    

Seeing that, Ye Jun immediately turned his head and shouted: "Is everyone dead? "Hurry up and come over, otherwise I'll kill all of you. You, that tall one, hurry up and bring the wine over."    

The waiter who was chosen by him was stunned at first, but when he turned around to leave, the supervisor grabbed him and said, "Don't go, hurry up and serve the guests some wine."    

"Don't, brother, how would I dare to go there?"    

"If you don't immediately fire them, your salary will be deducted. If you go, I will immediately give you a promotion, your salary will be increased by two levels."    

Thinking of her sister who had just started college and her parents who were not in good health, the waiter gritted his teeth and forced himself to bring a few bottles of alcohol to Yang Xuan's seat under the boss' threatening gaze.    

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded at him.    

The waiter was flattered and quickly replied with a smile.    

One of Ye Jun's lackeys cursed: "Are you deaf? "Call out 'no' for half a day, Madre."    

Yang Xuan immediately became unhappy: "What kind of attitude do you have? Don't you have any manners?! Hurry up and apologize to the waiter!"