Rainer glared at the direction where Henry was sitting with overwhelming hatred. He gripped the wine cup tightly in his hand and said, "Do you know where my injuries came from? It's him. I haven't gone to settle the scores with him yet. I wasn't expecting him to show up at the capital!"
The industry that belonged to Rainer was one of the best in Yan Xia. After leaving Lins Group, he got onto his private plane immediately and went to the capital's private hospital to treat his injuries.
There were a few men and women sitting next to Rainer. These young women did not care at all about the gauzes all over Rainer's body. They all clung on to Rainer, their enchanting eyes were stuck on him like glue.
As for the men, when they heard this, they all slammed their palms onto the table.
"D*mn it, this man sure is bold. Master Sun, the capital is my turf. Leave this to me!" A young man stood up immediately, grabbed a wine bottle and prepared to move towards Henry.
"No." Rainer stretched out his hand and stopped him. "This man has got some fighting skills. He is quite skilled. If we go for him now, we'll probably be at a great disadvantage."
"Fighting? He does look like he's capable of that." The young man holding the bottle looked disdainful. He took out his mobile phone on the spot and sent a message. Approximately ten seconds later, he put down his mobile phone and said, "Mr Sun, my men are outside. Your business is my business. Let me see just how many men this guy can fight!"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, a large group of people rushed in from the entrance of the nightclub. There were at least twenty of them.
The young man's face showed a hint of pride. He waved at the door and then said, "What do you think, Mr Sun? Are these people enough?"
"I'm afraid it's not."
A voice came from the back of the young man.
The young man turned around suddenly to see the man who had been pointed out by Mr Sun standing right behind him.
Henry shook a wine glass in his hand. "There are no more than thirty people including you. Why don't you call for more?"
Upon hearing this, the young man burst out in anger. "F*ckyou..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the young man's body was flung out like a cannonball from where he stood, smashing into several tables row before he came to a stop.
The crashing noises brought the deafening music in the nightclub to stop suddenly.
Several pairs of eyes turned to look at where the young man had fallen.
The young man felt only pain all over his body. He raised his arm to inspect it, only to see that chips of broken glass were sticking out all over it. The sight of it made the young man's eyes widen. He shouted towards the direction of Henry, "Chop him to death!"
The young man's lackeys rushed towards Henry immediately.
Henry raised his glass, and finished its contents in a single gulp, then he tossed is aside and sent a punch towards the man coming right at him.
Henry did not use much strength or special moves, it was a very straight-forward punch, just like a ruffian in a fight.
Just as Henry was throwing a punch, a man behind him swung a leg of a stool at him. Henry did not dodge it, and let the man hit him on the back, then he turned around and swung a kick at him, sending the man flying.
At this moment, Henry completely forgot about all the fighting skills he had learned. All he did was just fight head-on.
Too many things had happened recently. His relationship with Cesia, the betrayal of his friend, it was all too much. Although Henry looked calm, frustration and anger had been brewing within him.
It was at that moment, all the pent up anger within Henry was completely vented in the most primitive way!
Henry, who was fighting more than 20 people all by himself, just let the sticks hit him. He just wanted to vent his anger.
None of the twenty men who were ordered by the young man had ever met and opponent like him.
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