The Princess Reborn Will Rebel

Upon hearing Bei Fengmang's words, Sister Mi was suddenly covered in cold sweat. She thought that anyone who was easy to bully would not think Beifengmang was easy to bully.

"Okay, you can also let me sell you some face." A joking smile appeared on Bei Feng's lips. He snapped his fingers and ordered the waiter at the bar to bring ten bottles of whiskey: "Here, ten bottles of whiskey."

Ping, if Sister Mi finishes drinking, I won’t destroy this place, otherwise, wouldn’t it mean that I, Bei Feng, am causing trouble here? Then I will make your words come true.”

"This... Young Master Mad..." Sister Mi is also someone who hangs out, but after hearing Bei Fengran's words and looking at the ten bottles of whiskey on the bar, she felt a little numb.

Even if she could drink it, with these ten bottles of whiskey, the people here would probably be able to prepare a coffin for her.

"Young Master Mad..." Sister Mi opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Bei Feng's impatient voice.

"If you can't drink, don't fucking talk nonsense here." As he said this, Bei Feng raised his hand that had fallen on the bar and gave it a fierce stroke. A glass of wine on the bar was swept away by him.

Impartially, it just happened to hit the woman who had come out of the chair where Bei Feng had stuck her, hitting her directly in the abdomen, causing the girl to squat on the ground in pain.

Seeing this posture, the people nearby hurriedly stayed away, fearing that Bei Feng would be angry and unhappy, and they would suffer as well.

"Why are you angry at a woman?" A cold voice came, and almost at the same time, everyone turned their heads to look at the source of the voice.

I was wondering in my heart who the person who made the noise was. Looking at the current situation, he still had the courage and courage to confront Bei Feng.

Bei Feng's hand on his side was tightly clenched. He didn't even turn around to see who the speaker was, and just punched him with his fist.

However, instead of punching the rude person and knocking him to the ground as Bei Fengman thought, his fist was held tightly.

When Bei Fengmang raised his head and saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, the expression in his eyes became even colder, and the hostility around him became more intense.

"I didn't expect that Young Master Nangong would also come to the nightclub." The corner of his lips raised a mocking arc, and Bei Feng's tone of voice was full of sarcasm.

"Ha." With a sneer, Nangong Jue's hand holding Bei Fengmang's fist gradually tightened. Looking at Bei Fengmang, his eyes were also cold. He counterattacked unceremoniously: "Me neither.

I thought I would meet you, Mr. Mad, here."

After Nangong Jue's words fell, the next two people did not speak again, but secretly competed with each other.

Sister Mi next to her looked at the scene in front of her. She knew Nangong Jue, and he was also a master who was not easy to mess with.

Originally, Bei Feng was enough to give her a headache, but now there was Nangong Jue. Sister Mi felt that her head was really going to become two big.

At first she was still worried about her place, but now she feels that it doesn't matter if the place is destroyed. It really doesn't matter. The worst thing is to spend a lot of money to renovate it. That would be better than having the two ancestors confront each other here.

He's full of murderous aura.

You know, she can't afford to offend either of these two ancestors.