Making Great Fortune Overnight

1Dean Yuv only hesitated for a moment. After that, he was even more unlucky.    

    

Ah...    

    

There was a scream in the air. Qin Lang did not raise his leg, but Dean Yuv suddenly flew into the air. After flying a few meters, he fell heavily on the ground and rolled a few meters away.    

    

"You dare hit me? You dare..." Dean Yuv got up from the ground. He was so angry that he could not control himself. This was an insult to him in front of the upper class of Yan City. How could he tolerate it? The face of an intellectual was the lowest.    

    

Ignoring the intense pain all over his body, Dean Yuv, whose clothes were untidy, picked up a chair and rushed over.    

    

"Dean Yuv, stop!" A delicate shout came from the side, and Meng Leelee quickly walked over. Her red high heels were colorful as she walked on the ground. "Dean Yuv, you are not a fighter. You should stop. Otherwise, it will be even uglier."    

    

Dean Yuv rolled his eyes in grief and indignation. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He felt that there was something wrong with Director Meng's words. What position did he take? It felt strange.    

    

Meng Leelee's complexion was very good now. Her cheeks were pink, and she looked like she was in love. She said, "We are cultured people. Don't be so savage, okay?!"    

    

These words obviously stood on Dean Yuv's side. However, Meng Leelee's voice was soft and did not have any momentum. When she said the word barbarous, there was a kind of joy in her voice, as if she appreciated barbarism very much.    

    

Dean Yuv threw the chair to the side, wiped the alcohol on his face, and stepped back hatefully.    

    

Meng Leelee stepped forward gracefully in her high heels, looked at Qin Lang and said, "Sir, you beat up Dean Yuv in front of so many people, and disturbed our guests. I will not blame you randomly."    

    

"But you have to be reasonable, right? Why did you come here to cause trouble? We need a reason! "    

    

Qin Lang also looked straight at Meng Leelee. His gaze was extremely sharp. He said faintly, "It's useless to say more. Ask Meng Mingming to come out."    

    

Meng Leelee was slightly flustered by Qin Lang's gaze. She slightly retracted her gaze and avoided Qin Lang's eyes. In her heart, there was anger. The other party was scolding her own brother.    

    

"When did my Meng family offend you? Why did they look for Xiao Ming?" Meng Leelee said, trying to maintain her elegant demeanor.    

    

Qin Lang did not say any more nonsense. Instead, he looked for Meng Mingming's figure in the hall.    

    

"What are you!?"    

    

At this moment, a young man suddenly rushed over. It was the man who fawned over Meng Mingming at the banquet and said that he had many brothers.    

    

"You think you deserve to challenge Young Master Meng?" As he spoke, the young man immediately took out a cold dagger and pointed the tip of the dagger at Qin Lang.    

    

"Young Master Meng is too lazy to talk to you. You are still excited, but I cannot spoil you. I have to kill you tonight..."    

    

Before the word "die" could be said, the young man's arm went numb. The dagger flew out of his hand and landed in Qin Lang's hand. Before Qin Lang could do anything, the dagger went straight into the chest of the "tiger" and stabbed half of the blade.    

    

Ah?    

    

Everyone instinctively took a step back. Their eyes were filled with shock. Then Qin Lang walked forward and pulled the dagger out of the tiger's chest. Instantly, blood spurted out. As people screamed at me, the scene became chaotic.    

    

When the dagger was pulled out, the man nicknamed Tiger fell to the ground. His limbs twitched for a moment before he stopped moving. His life was in danger.    

    

He was ruthless, fast, and bloody. He directly smashed the man down without saying anything.    

    

Qin Lang casually threw the dagger away and said faintly, "This Meng Mingming is so timid. How can he be the big brother?"    

    

As he spoke, he pulled a chair and crossed his legs.    

    

The entire banquet hall was silent like cicadas in winter. Everyone retreated to a border and looked at the calm Qin Lang in the middle.    

    

It was as if what happened just now was as calm as hearing a song.    

    

Those people who were wearing the same pants as Meng Mingming previously said that they wanted to find someone to kill Qin Lang, or that they wanted to capture Qin Lang, or that they were not worth mentioning, were all dead silent now. They were submissive and did not dare to speak anymore.    

    

However, many of them were surprised, but there was still a kind of disdain in their hearts. "A scumbag is a scumbag. If he doesn't like it, he will stab someone with a knife. What else would he do other than stab someone? Stabbing people is the only place they can show off. "    

    

Dean Yuv's. His messy hair stood in front of his forehead as he roared, "Preposterous! Preposterous!"    

    

Aiyah...    

    

Then, Dean Yuv felt a sharp pain on his face. Something hit his mouth, and a few of his teeth fell off. When he opened his mouth, his mouth was full of blood.    

    

But Qin Lang did not move. Who hit him? Dean Yuv covered his mouth and bared his teeth. He looked as pathetic as he could get. He quickly ran to the side and used toilet paper to find his broken teeth.    

    

Meng Mingming did not know where he went. He did not seem to be in the hall. He seemed to be a coward.    

    

Meng Leelee saw that the situation had developed so quickly. She was the only one who could support the situation. She stepped forward and shouted, "Qin Lang! What do you want to do?"    

    

Qin Lang did not even look at her this time. He said to the second floor, "Meng Mingming, you are a young master of Hu San and Hu San. Why are you hiding on the second floor and not daring to come down? Aren't you looking down on us losers? What? Scared?"    

    

As soon as he said that, everyone looked to the second floor and saw Meng Mingming's figure flash by the railing. After about thirty seconds, Meng Mingming's voice rang out.    

    

"Not bad, not bad. Stabbing someone in front of everyone. You are indeed an extraordinary loser."    

    

He walked down the stairs with an unnatural expression on his face, as if he had just recovered from his shock.    

    

"Well, now you are a man. You should be prepared to take responsibility for what you did. Otherwise, everyone will look down on you." Qin Lang sat on the chair and continued to shake the red and purple Red Wine.    

    

Meng Mingming's face turned red. He really wanted to slip away just now. But he had left his sister and a large group of guests behind. He had just said those words about Qin Lang in public. You'll be a laughing stock.    

    

Meng Mingming was a person who cared about his reputation. For his reputation, he could go up the mountain and put the oil in the pot.    

    

When he arrived at the banquet hall, Meng Mingming glanced at the tiger who was only breathing. He waved his hand, and the security guards hurried over to take the tiger away. He also arranged for his third uncle to contact him as soon as possible.    

    

He knew that even a master like Qiao Ben would rather die than live. In terms of martial arts, Qin Lang did have some foundation, but so what if he could fight?    

    

He called out to hundreds of people in Yanjing City. There were many people who worked for him, and being able to fight was just an insignificant option. As long as he did not choose, and let others replace him, it would be fine.    

    

He did not believe that Qin Lang would be able to escape alive today. For the sake of face, he had to endure this situation first.    

    

Meng Mingming took out a cigar for the first time in his life, lit it with a long match, and then tossed the burning match. He took a deep breath and said in the smoke:    

    

"Breaking into Hill's Rich Hall alone, knocking on the door, stabbing with a knife, violent, and cold. Qin Lang, I applaud for you. It is indeed not ordinary. You must have means, means, and courage."    

    

"It's just that it's not really a big deal. One of my hundred subordinates performed the same way you did."    

    

"They stab dozens of people a year, and a few hundred people. Anyway, I'm too lazy to calculate and manage them. In any case, it's not a big deal."    

    

"There are people who can hit people everywhere in the world. Houses, bodyguards, martial masters. Isn't it just to make a living? Isn't it just some dirty work?"    

    

"Excuse me, can you compare to me?" Meng Mingming took a deep breath of his cigar, his face full of superiority.