After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, the previously angry Wang Jian now appeared unusually silent.
His eyes flickered uncertainly, as if he were considering something.
After a moment, Wang Jian finally broke the silence.
First, he took a deep look at Pangzai, who was still kneeling on the ground, staring fixedly at him.
Then he spoke softly to Jiang Cheng, "This... Brother Cheng, let's just forget it. It just hurts a bit... I'll just go to the hospital to get it bandaged up."
As soon as he said this, Wu Kun, who was beside him, immediately jumped up.
His face showed an indignant expression; clearly, he didn't understand Wang Jian's words at all.
"Wang Jian, if I hadn't pushed you just now, that wine bottle would have smashed onto the top of your head. This isn't a joke, and you're just going to let it go..."
When Wu Kun said that, Wang Jian couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, hinting for him not to say any more.
Even though his heart was also filled with anger and grievance at this moment.
But Wang Jian knew very well that he couldn't act on impulse.
Setting aside whether he had the strength to go head-to-head with the other party until the end.
From Jiang Cheng's perspective alone, he didn't want to cause Jiang Cheng any unnecessary trouble or distress because of his own affairs.
Although he knew Jiang Cheng had a very powerful background, he also knew that the other party wasn't some small fry either.
The Mind Perception Skill keenly captured the changes in Wang Jian's state of mind at this moment.
Clearly, it seemed Wang Jian was backing down.
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the entrance of the booth.
The newcomers were several young people.
They appeared to be around twenty-five years old, and they had Bodyguards with them.
These wealthy heirs seemed to have had a bit too much to drink; their faces were flushed, their steps unsteady, and their eyes glazed.
They were clamoring for Jiang Cheng to hand over the person.
Watching the two sides in a standoff, Jiang Cheng nodded to the Bodyguards at the door.
After receiving Jiang Cheng's instruction, several people walked in.
After entering and seeing the fat man kneeling on the ground, the expressions on their faces immediately turned extremely gloomy.
"Holy crap, what on earth do you think you're doing?!" one of the young men roared in a rage, his voice deafening.
"Let him go right now! Dammit!" another cursed in exasperation, waving his fist at the same time, trying to intimidate them.
Although the Second-generation rich kids were clamoring for Wang Sheng to release the fat man.
But when these Second-generation rich kids took a few steps forward, wanting to get closer to rescue the fat man.
They immediately felt the powerful pressure and sharp aura emanating from Wang Sheng and the others.
This invisible pressure made them all back down a bit instantly.
They might have money, but they didn't know how to fight.
At most, they knew some flashy but useless Taekwondo; it was of no help at all.
Seeing that their shouting had no effect, the leading young man turned his gaze toward Xiao Li, who was standing to the side.
Since they were all regulars at bars, Xiao Li naturally knew Shen Lang.
Xiao Li was already miserable at this point because he realized that the staff member he had sent to get reinforcements had already returned.
However, he hadn't brought the boss back; instead, he just shook his head at him.
This clearly meant that their boss didn't want to get involved.
With a face full of fawning smiles, Xiao Li said cautiously to Young Master Shen, "Young Master Shen, I don't know the specifics either. We only saw Brother Tie chase after him and give this gentleman a..."
Shen Lang immediately understood the ins and outs of the whole matter upon hearing this.
Because this kind of thing hadn't happened for the first time.
Every time this guy drank, he loved to act out in this drunken manner.
And every time, Shen Lang had to clean up his mess.
Fortunately, he usually only hit ordinary guests.
But this time, he had clearly kicked a steel plate, which was why he was being held down here.
With a hint of disgust, Shen Lang glanced sideways at the chubby man on the ground.
Next, his gaze fell on the several people present.
After scanning them, he then focused his gaze on Jiang Cheng.
He saw Jiang Cheng leisurely stretching his hands back.
Crossing his legs and leaning back, Jiang Cheng stared indifferently at the group.
This air about him made Shen Lang couldn't help but frown slightly.
His somewhat throbbing head tried hard to recall if he had seen Jiang Cheng anywhere before.
After ten or so seconds, he still couldn't remember where he had seen him.
But someone who could create such a big scene definitely wouldn't be just any ordinary Second-generation rich kid.
Thinking this, the fierce expression on his face relaxed a little.
One should know that in special situations, people's body language often changes unconsciously.
That was exactly how he was at this moment.
Despite not feeling fear toward Jiang Cheng in his heart.
The fingers tucked in his pockets were involuntarily trembling frequently.
Revealing a trace of tension that was hard to conceal.
Shen Lang observed Jiang Cheng's movements; clearly, he wasn't putting on this act just to show off.
But he genuinely held them in disdain and completely ignored them.
Indeed, how could an ordinary Second-generation rich kid make such a scene in a bar?
If there really was a conflict, at most they would have their Bodyguards beat the person up.
Who would force someone to kneel here?
Thinking of this, Shen Lang couldn't help but feel his temples throbbing.
He didn't care about Wang Jian, whose head had been split open nearby.
But toward the Jiang Cheng before him, he felt a few more degrees of alertness and wariness.
He spoke first to Jiang Cheng, "Hello, my name is Shen Lang. This buddy of mine came from Xishan, and his family's business is very large. Since this happened, I'll first apologize on his behalf. How about this, I'll have someone take him to the hospital, and I'll pay for the subsequent compensation."
After saying that, he looked at Wang Jian: "You're Wang Jian, right? You should know me, right? That porsche 911 you bought was a car one of my brothers didn't want anymore. By the way, I remember your family seems to be in the finance business. Give me some face today, and let's build a good relationship. What do you say?"
Shen Lang's words seemed to be an apology to Wang Jian on the surface, but they actually contained a hidden tone of coercion.
How much could a wine bottle to the head be worth in compensation?
If it were an ordinary person, it would be at most ten or twenty thousand.
For the difficult ones, thirty or forty thousand would settle it.
This amount of money was simply insignificant to these Second-generation rich kids; they wouldn't care at all.
And looking at Shen Lang's way of handling this, he was clearly an old hand at it.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Wang Jian turned to look at Jiang Cheng and said, "Brother Cheng... let's just forget it."
Jiang Cheng understood what Wang Jian meant.
It clearly meant he didn't want to involve his family.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything; the corners of his mouth curled as he motioned for Wang Sheng to release the fat man.
As soon as Wang Sheng let go, the fat man immediately pulled out the rag stuffed in his mouth.
Actually, he had wanted to spit out the rag originally, but the fat man found that as soon as he moved, the Bodyguards nearby would stuff it in tighter.
In the end, he could only miserably bite down hard on that disgusting rag.
By now, he already felt extreme discomfort, his stomach churning.
He didn't have time to curse; he was retching desperately.
After retching several times in a row, the fat man finally caught his breath slightly.
But the anger in his heart grew even stronger.
He immediately glared at Jiang Cheng and Wang Jian, cursing loudly, "Damn it, you dare treat me like this today? I'm not done with you..."