The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: 259 Rage, Falling off the Horse Scene [3 Updates]

Feng Hua thought the same.

With no one around, it was the perfect opportunity for him to enjoy himself.

But today had gone surprisingly smoothly. He had thought it would take some effort, yet the girl he had set his sights on didn’t even think about running away.

He had played with quite a few young stars, as well as some who had thrown themselves at him.

But none, none compared to the girl before him.

She was truly a peerless beauty, a rare sight in this world.

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“The night is so fine, before we play, we should also drink some wine to enhance the mood,” Feng Hua gave a meaningful look to the young gentlemen beside him, “A 40-degree Rémy Martin Louis XIII, fifty thousand a bottle.”

The young gentleman’s family was not as prestigious as Feng Hua’s, naturally regarding Feng Hua with great respect.

Upon hearing Feng Hua’s words, he took out the prepared wine.

They had even gotten their hands on a hallucinogen, naturally, the wine was also spiked with mood-enhancing drugs.

It had always been Feng Hua leading these kinds of activities, with them joining in for fun.

They had never failed before.

Ying Zijin glanced over and really just took the bottle from the young man’s hand.

“So sensible, too sensible,” Feng Hua laughed seeing the girl so compliant, “Be good, I like it. If you please me enough, I might even marry you.”

The gentleman beside him was somewhat surprised, lowering his voice, “Young Master Feng, are you serious?”

Feng Hua appeared unconcerned, seemingly chuckling, “Without some sweet words, how would they willingly have fun with me?”

The young gentleman shrugged.

He knew Feng Hua would only marry a socialite and rich lady from the capital if he was going to, not some orphan girl just for her looks.

“Same old rules, I go first,” Feng Hua walked up slowly, starting to undo the buttons, his face hanging with a sinister smile.

Ying Zijin seemed as if she hadn’t heard.

She weighed the bottle in her hand, then gripped the neck and raised it up.

“Clang!”

Without giving Feng Hua any time to react, she smashed it down on his head.

The movement was fierce and fast.

However, the girl’s actions were effortless, as if she were merely acting on a whim.

Her expression did not change either, as aloof as ever.

Snow on distant mountains, moon in the sky.

Mist and haze forming a picturesque scene.

Feng Hua’s smile still lingered on his face as it was smashed into a bloody mess.

Wine, glass shards, and blood mixed and dripped down, the pain spreading from his scalp throughout his body, stiffening his limbs.

Feng Hua’s knees weakened, and he knelt down straight.

“What a pity,” Ying Zijin tossed aside the bottle fragments, her voice indifferent, “A fifty-thousand-a-bottle Rémy Martin.”

“…”

The entire private room was silent, all four gentlemen who came with Feng Hua were rooted to the spot in shock.

They simply could not believe someone dared to lay a hand on Feng Hua.

The Feng family was not a major clan in the capital, but they were not small either.

And since they were related to the Xiu Family, many in the circle sought to curry favor.

Some of the smaller clans even specifically provided women for Feng Hua.

“You bitch,” the young man who had passed the wine regained his senses, shocked and angry, “You’re looking to die! Get her, cripple her first!”

Several security guards also came to their senses, immediately pulling out their stun batons.

Others had been unruly before, but a shock would quickly subdue them.

But they couldn’t get within half a step of the girl. Their stun batons hadn’t even been switched on before she grabbed hold of them.

Just like that, she grabbed the stun baton, flipped her wrist, and threw the security guard onto the ground with a backhand toss.

In the space of ten seconds, the eight security guards brought by Feng Hua were all down on the ground.

The bravado of the four young gentlemen instantly evaporated, their legs trembling.

Accustomed to the high life, they only exercised occasionally, their bodies were always weak.

These guards were fighters trained by Dynasty KTV, having even participated in boxing matches.

If the guards hadn’t lasted long, what chances did they have?

The man who had passed the wine shivered and turned to run out.

But he couldn’t make it through the door.

A hand reached from behind and grabbed the collar, smashing him against the heavy door of the private room.

“Don’t be afraid,” Ying Zijin’s hand didn’t loosen, her gaze indifferent, “There’s no more wine, I won’t smash your head.”

Another young gentleman, seeing this, shakily pulled out his phone to send a message.

He didn’t have Xiu Yan’s number, so he sent it to Mu Chenzhou instead.

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In the lobby on the first floor, the boys and girls who had run away sat on the sofas, their faces still somewhat pale. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}