Chapter 979: A Tough Head

Ye Tianlong's actions stunned the whole audience.

No one expected that he would really kill Zhao Dafei in public, and he would use a violent method like a bottle to blast her head.

Zhao Dafei didn't expect that he would cover his head and scream in pain. This time, he was not only hurt, but also lost face.

Several people rushed towards Ye Tianlong, but were kicked away by Tianmo.

"Bang!"

Ye Tianlong threw away the half bottle in his hand, and his handsome and resolute face swept around with a domineering aura.

His eyes were cold and sharp, terrifying, and people dared not look at him.

"Ye Tianlong!"

Zhao Yaoyao couldn't help shouting in her heart, with surprise, appreciation, and a touch of goodwill. How could such a majestic man not make her moved?

Yu Xuan and several fashionable women were in a trance. They didn't expect Ye Tianlong to be so cruel and bloody, and then they all secretly shouted that he was finished.

"Mr. Zhao, are you surprised?"

Ye Tianlong patted Zhao Dafei's face, smiling playfully: "I really touched you."

Zhao Dafei covered his wound and gritted his teeth: "Ye Tianlong, you are finished, you are finished, you are going to die, your whole family is going to die."

He wanted to resist, struggle, and pull out the knife from his back, but the burning cigar and the bottle hitting his head made him unable to gather his strength for a while.

Ye Tianlong's mouth curled up a smile: "Threatening me?"

"How about Zhao Shao call a few more people, and better call your father, so that I can go out tonight, how about that?"

He patted Zhao Dafei's face: "I want to see how you let my whole family die."

Zhao Dafei tried to avoid Ye Tianlong's slap in the face, and burst out words from his teeth: "I tell you, you will definitely be finished."

Ye Tianlong carried him to the rostrum and smiled noncommittally: "Don't worry, I have a tough life, and the King of Hell dare not take it."

"Besides, even if I want to die, you will die with me."

Zhao Dafei's face was full of resentment, and he vowed to make Ye Tianlong pay the price and make him live a life worse than death. He also transferred his anger to Zhao Yaoyao.

He had to take down this woman as well, so that he could wash away the shame of tonight.

"Damn it! How dare you touch Young Master Zhao?"

The yellow-haired man reacted, furious, and shouted: "Beat him to death!"

He pressed his hands, full of momentum, and the elite of the Thirteen Alliances rioted instantly. A strong bald man moved first and rushed towards Ye Tianlong.

The guests panicked instantly, shouting, dodging, and making room, but did not leave, all staying at the scene to watch the show.

In this gap, Tian Mo walked calmly, blocking Ye Tianlong with an indifferent expression, and swung his fist violently, hitting the enemy in the chest.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted in the air, and the bald man fell heavily and fell to the ground like a roasted eggplant.

Another person rushed to Tian Mo and swung a telescopic stick at Tian Mo. The speed was not slow, but Tian Mo's punch at his nose was even faster.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the charging enemy instantly bled from the mouth and nose, and fell on the wine table with the stick, making a mess.

This is a visual feast!

"Huh!"

Taking advantage of the opponent's confusion, Tian Mo rushed forward again, easily pulled out a 200-pound body, and threw it to the crowd.

The thick human wall was once again blasted open by this human cannonball.

In the chaos, Tian Mo approached, and with a volley knee strike, a crisp sound, knocked a big man over several times, and tripped a group of people.

Then, he rushed into the crowd rudely, punching and kicking, simple, direct, but extremely fierce.

The battle of one to twenty soon came to an end. The chaotic scene of three or four minutes suddenly became quiet because more than ten strong men fell to the ground.

Feeling that Tian Mo was alone, the yellow-haired man called for support while asking people to drag the wounded back.

He once wanted to take out his only two guns, but he was worried that the impact would be too big and Zhao Sibao would be held accountable.

Taking advantage of this gap, Ye Tianlong dragged Zhao Dafei to the podium. He also picked up the champagne specially used for celebration, opened the lid and took a sip.

Ye Tianlong was going to speak later, so he prepared to moisten his throat.

"Swoosh!"

At this time, the dull old man who had been observing Ye Tianlong and Tianmo moved his feet, tapped on a chair, and bounced over extremely quickly.

The dull old man stood in front of Tianmo, stepped forward, and posed with his hands one in front and one behind.

His appearance instantly made the whole audience quiet, and also made the yellow-haired man and others stop their actions, waiting for the dull old man to knock down Tianmo and Ye Tianlong.

You know, this is the bodyguard Zhao Sibao invited from the Sun family in Hanbei area, with 8 million a year, specially to protect the playboy son Zhao Dafei.

The Sun family is a martial arts family. Seven out of ten national martial arts champions come from the Sun family. The dull old man was also the national champion fifteen years ago.

His move attracted the attention of many guests. Yu Xuan and Zhao Yaoyao were also nervous. Only Kong Polang was sure that Old Man Sun would lose.

Without much nonsense, Tian Mo chopped directly at the dull old man with his right hand.

The dull old man's eyes were slightly sharp. He didn't dodge or retreat. He raised his hand and had a head-on collision with Tian Mo.

The fists collided and the two passed each other.

"Bang!"

A loud bang exploded in the banquet hall. The dull old man's body was pulled back by a steel wire, and his feet touched the red carpet.

The black leather shoes were pushed by the great force, leaving two clear marks.

What a domineering force!

A flash of surprise flashed across the eyes of the taciturn old man. He did not expect Tian Mo to be so powerful.

Then, his eyes became stern and he regained his fighting spirit. His momentum was extremely impressive. He stood firmly in a horse stance, with one hand forming a fist and the other a palm knife.

His posture was strange, with the swiftness of drawing a sword and the flexibility of judo.

"Swoosh"!

Before the taciturn old man made a gesture, Tian Mo disappeared in the place he had seen before.

Almost at the same time, Tian Mo's shadow appeared in his closest visual range.

An indescribable sense of fear came over him. He was not prepared at all. Almost instinctively, the taciturn old man crossed his hands across his chest.

Just as he defended the vital parts, the taciturn old man saw a punch rushing towards him and hit his crossed arms hard.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the taciturn old man's body shook, and then his body was like being hit by a train, retreating more than ten meters before stopping.

"Puff!"

A large mouthful of blood spurted out of the taciturn old man's mouth.

The whole audience was stunned, looking at Tian Mo in surprise. They didn't expect this guy to be so powerful.

The dull old man wiped the blood, stared at Tian Mo and shouted hoarsely: "Come again--"

"Pah!"

Before he finished speaking, a cake hit him on the head, his whole head was covered with white cream, and his eyes were so sticky that he couldn't open them.

The next second, a wine bottle hit him on the head hard, and the dull old man shook and fell to the ground.

Fainted.

Behind him, Ye Tianlong on the podium threw a half-broken champagne bottle: "Your head is pretty hard."