"Hmm?"
The white-robed young master next door's eyes moved slightly as he put down his wine glass.
Zhangsun Wugou's beautiful face also paled, and he slightly opened his mouth, looking at Yang Zhao with both gratitude and shock in his eyes.
Yuwen Chengji had taken liberties with her, and Yang Zhao had taught him a lesson. This sense of righteousness naturally made her feel.
However, Zhangsun Wugou didn't know that Yang Zhao was skilled in martial arts. Seeing him casually send Yuwen Chengji flying, how could he not be shocked?
"My wrist is broken. Beat that kid to death!”
Yuwen Chengji, who was lying on the ground, was in so much pain that he was about to die.
"How dare you hurt my young master? Are you tired of living?”
A sturdy servant roared as he pounced forward, his bowl-sized fist smashing towards Yang Zhao's face.
Yang Zhao's right hand was holding a wine cup, slowly continuing to savor the wine. His left fist didn't even look at it as it broke through the wind.
His punch was powerful and carried the power of the War God. How could that servant compare to it? The two fists collided and instantly sent his servant flying, rolling down the stairs.
"This kid is quite capable. Everyone, let's attack together!”
The remaining three servants were afraid and didn't dare to fight alone. They rushed forward in groups.
Bang!
Yang Zhao's brows furrowed, his wine glass smashing onto the table as he leapt up.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
With a whooshing sound, he kicked out three times at a speed that the servants could not see clearly.
With three muffled sounds, the servants were sent flying backward. They fell to the ground and spat out blood. Cracking sounds could be heard from their bodies. It was unknown how many bones were broken.
All of his moves were as fast as lightning and were executed in one go.
Before Zhangsun Wugou could react, Yuwen Chengji and his servant were all knocked to the ground.
"You…Who are you? How dare you humiliate me like this? Do you know who my father is?”
Yuwen Chengji's voice was hoarse and filled with shock and anger. He no longer had his previous arrogance.
"How dare you disrespect my friend? Even if you are a prince, I will still beat you up!”
Yang Zhao pinched his fingers, his knuckles cracking as he slowly walked out of the private room.
"Hurry up and carry me away ~~"
Yuwen Chengji was completely terrified. He screamed and climbed up the stairs.
The servants could not care less about their pain. They lifted their masters and scrambled out of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
Yang Zhao brushed the dust off his boots, and under the shocked gazes of the restaurant's guests, he returned to the private room, slowly picked up the luminous cup, and drank the remaining half of the wine.
"It's getting late. Let me send you home.”
Putting down the wine glass, Yang Zhao threw down a bunch of money and turned around.
Zhangsun Wugou was stunned for quite a while before regaining his senses. He hurriedly lifted the corner of his skirt and followed her.
The guests pointed and commented on Yang Zhao.
"I didn't expect that the young man looked thin, but his martial arts skills were not bad.”
The white-robed young master clicked his tongue in wonder. Admiration appeared in his bright eyes. She stood up and walked out of the window.
Yang Zhao brought Zhangsun Wugou down the stairs and headed out of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
When he walked out of the restaurant, he felt like he was being watched, so he couldn't help but look up.
At this moment, he saw the white-robed young master standing by the window railing, smiling as he looked down at him.
The young master was very handsome, and his face was slightly pale. He looked a little distant and could not be touched.
"Kid, protect your sweetheart well. Don't ever let her get hurt.”
The white-robed young master saw Yang Zhao looking at him and suddenly opened his mouth to warn him with a smile.
Obviously, she had mistaken Yang Zhao and Zhangsun Wugou for a couple.
Hearing this, Zhangsun Wugou's face turned red. He didn't know how to explain himself in front of so many people.
Yang Zhao's heart was suspicious, thinking that this Young Master was also a strange person, a complete stranger, and had no reason to say such abrupt words.
He knew that the young master had misunderstood. Although his words were strange, he did not have any ill intentions, so he did not mind and nodded with a smile.
The young man in white smiled and returned to the private room.
"General Xu Tuo, you are the number one general of Great Sui, what do you think of that young man?”
The white-robed young master had already sat down and was looking out the window.
"This young man has outstanding martial arts skills, is righteous, and is very polite. He is a talent.”The muscular guard replied.
The white-robed young man nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with great interest as he said,"This young man is quite interesting. Let's follow him and see who he is.”
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