Mu Wanqing smiled slyly, "I have no other requirements. Just give me some compensation, and let her pay me some medical expenses and mental damages."

Small money is more important than anything else.

Yanjun: "..."

Is this woman still so skinny after being beaten?

However, Yanjun had no mind to think about anything else at this time.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Wanqing's scratches, frowned tightly, and lightly opened his thin lips, "How brave."

Dare to hurt Ye Yuchen's woman in his territory.

Sure enough, what a courageous person.

Meier's heart suddenly sank.

She shook her head desperately, her voluptuous purple-red lips opened and closed, but still no sound came out.

"Come here." Yan Jun narrowed his eyes and ordered.

Several bartenders who had been following him for a long time immediately understood what he meant and nodded and took a step forward.

"Snapped--"

A slap fell on Meier's left cheek.

The man's strength was much stronger than that of the woman. Her head was suddenly thrown to the side as if it was about to break.

"Ah...ah..."

Meier ran and hid desperately. She made gestures to ask for paper money, to explain to Yanjun, or to beg for mercy.

"Bring a pen and paper."

Yanjun suddenly raised his hand to stop the second slap.

The bartender then handed the paper and pen to Mei'er, and she was lying on the wine table, writing non-stop.

"Boss Yan, everything Mu Wanqing said was a lie to you!"

Her handwriting was very large, so she changed another piece of paper.

"I have been dancing with you for so many years. Don't you still know my character? She is an unknown woman who slandered me. You can't believe it easily!"

Yanjun glanced sideways at Meier's words.

He squinted at her, his eyes seemed to be staring right through her, and he suddenly showed a sneer.

"Continue." He said coldly.

Haha, an unidentified woman?

Even Yanjun dared not mess with Ye Yuchen's woman, so it was a dancer's turn to point fingers here?

"Snapped--"

A slap suddenly hit Meier's right cheek again.

Meier only felt that her teeth vibrated twice with the painful slap, and blood flowed out.

"Pah, pah, pah—"

After a few more slaps, Meier lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with some blood from broken teeth flowing out from the corners of her lips.

Even the plastic surgery face that she is most proud of has numerous scratches, making her look like a tabby cat, so ugly that people don’t want to look at it.

"Woo..."

Meier raised her head and humbly begged Yanjun.

However, Yanjun just glanced at her with disgust, waved his hand and ordered, "Throw it out."

Meier cried hoarsely, but she couldn't get any sympathy.

She was held up by two bartenders and thrown outside the door of Zero Degree Bar, like a sow that no longer had any use value.

"Tsk, it's so bloody." Mu Wanqing shook her head.

"Auntie, are you still satisfied?" Yan Jun forced a smile and looked at her somewhat angrily.

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After that, she thought for a few times and shook her head, "What about compensation? What about medical expenses? What about mental damages?"

Don’t think that just teaching someone a lesson will make them forget about small money!

Yanjun: "..."

"One hundred thousand, is that enough?" He discussed through gritted teeth, feeling a burst of physical pain.

Mu Wanqing looked at Yanjun in surprise, "So generous?"

She reached out and touched his forehead. It wasn't hot at all. It didn't look like he was mentally ill...

"Are you me?" Mu Wanqing blinked.
Chapter completed!