This Hogwarts isn't normal.

One bottle of whiskey was obviously not enough for the Waynes.

Vincent ordered a second bottle and added some snacks.

"Dad, you have a way to coax mommy, right?"

Eric had a contemptuous smile on his face, "You're looking down on me, right? You'll know when you wake up tomorrow."

Vincent boldly unscrewed the cork of the wine bottle that the waiter had just put on the table, "Then I'll be relieved."

The second bottle was finished not long after.

Both father and son were a little drunk, but they could still drink.

The combination of a handsome middle-aged uncle and a handsome young man naturally attracted a lot of attention.

A hot blonde woman stopped in front of them with elegant steps, her eyes full of hints and provocations.

"You two, do you mind if I sit down?"

Eric turned to look at her.

She is quite beautiful. The red low-cut miniskirt highlights her hot and curvy figure. Her sexy long legs can't help but make people think of her.

And she was not wearing underwear, which made people even more imaginative.

Most of the men who come to the bar at night do so to look for women, and most of the women who come to the bar at night are just like men.

The Waynes actually became her prey?

Italians are too open-minded!

Eric gently put down the wine glass in his hand, "Sorry, my wife is still waiting for me."

The blonde kept an elegant smile and looked at Vincent on the other side with seductive eyes.

"Sorry, I have a girlfriend."

Such a straightforward rejection made her expression a little tense, "Excuse me, you two, I wish you a pleasant night."

The father and son retracted their gazes from her sexy back and raised their wine glasses at the same time in a tacit understanding.

Both of them are very principled people, and they will stick to their bottom line even after drinking.

Although Eric was once an out-and-out playboy, his more than ten years in the army taught him to cherish it, and being romantic does not mean being promiscuous.

Vincent's thinking is relatively traditional and conservative. He has always kept a respectful distance from women like this who come to his door.

"To great love!"

"cheers!"

The Waynes continued drinking and chatting.

On the other side of the open-air bar,

The blonde angrily returned to his seat and sat down.

The two sexy girls at the same table joked:

"What? Our nightclub goddess was rejected?"

"That foreign father and son are different from other men at first glance. You picked the wrong prey from the beginning."

The blonde looked resentfully at the Wayne father and son who were clinking glasses again in the distance.

She filled the goblet in front of her with red wine, raised her head and drank it in one gulp.

"If you have the ability, then go ahead. If you have time to mock me, you might as well go look for new prey."

After drinking a whole glass of red wine, her anger was almost gone.

It didn't take long for her and her two companions to look for new prey again.

The three passionate and sexy girls are obviously very popular. They just wink a little, and both local Italians and foreign tourists are obviously fascinated.

Vincent, who came back from a trip to the toilet, happened to see them and seven or eight men walking towards the bar door behind him.

Those hugging each other, I'm afraid they're going to open a big room downstairs to have a silver party.

He passed directly by this group of people, but the blonde who recognized him stopped as he passed by.

She slightly loosened her arms holding the two men, and the two sexy girls also recognized him.

Three female companions are staring at the back of a handsome guy at the same time. For men, especially drunk men, it is not a happy thing.

A strong Russian man who was drunk on alcohol shouted in broken English, "Young man in front, stand!"

Vincent turned around and looked at the group of people with a puzzled expression.

If you don't hurry up and hold a silver party, you will provoke him instead?

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

The burly Russian man snorted and shook off the blonde's small hand that tightly grasped his arm.

He walked forward unsteadily, obviously drinking a little too much.

"Things? What do you think will happen?"

The polite smile on Vincent's face disappeared instantly.

It turns out that he was jealous, so that would be easy to handle.

He slightly moved his wrist, which was a little sluggish under the influence of alcohol, "Sir, I don't seem to have provoked you, right?"

"Yes." The strong Russian man tensed his arm muscles, "I just don't like you."

The muscles that seemed to be about to burst his clothes made Vincent faintly excited.

He looks so strong, he should be able to withstand beatings.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Sir, how do you want to solve this problem?"

Perhaps he was not as frightened as expected, but the frowning Russian man seemed to wake up a little.

So what if he is tall and handsome? Can it be compared to this strong body of muscles?

The three girls looked at each other with fear on their faces.

They are just a little playful, not bad women.

They all screamed and closed their eyes when the strong Russian man reached out and tried to grab Vincent's clothes.

But the expected scene did not happen.

The strong man kneeled on the ground holding his stomach, while Vincent looked at his fist in surprise.

It’s been too long since I’ve done anything, so I’m not sure how strong I am.

"Sukabu!" the strong man cursed and raised his fists despite the severe pain.

Vincent tilted his head subconsciously, grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.

There was a "click" sound, as if it was dislocated.

The strong Russian man grinned in pain, "How about Chicken David!"

Vincent didn't understand Russian, so he thought he was admitting defeat and let go.

"One Bart!" The strong man bumped him with his shoulder.

It turns out it was a curse, so there's no need to be polite.

Vincent's fist hit him hard in the face, causing him to fall straight to the ground with his neck crooked.

The three girls screamed again.

The unexpected unfolding brought deep shock to them, and also made the remaining men feel great humiliation.

The strong Russian man was obviously drunk, so what was the point of beating him?

As they made eye contact with each other, the bar's security guard hurried over.

Before they could get closer, several men under the influence of alcohol rushed towards Vincent.

Another unexpected development.

Vincent made no extra moves and easily dodged their attacks, and then beat them down hard.

The security guards stared at each other, obviously not wanting to provoke such a ruthless person.

"Fake! What bastard wants to beat up my son!" Eric roughly pushed the security guard away and strode towards Vincent.

He looked at the men lying scattered on the ground, and his expression became much better.

After all, Vincent was taught by him personally, and if he didn't beat the shit out of these idiots, they would be considered clean.

"Is that you?" He casually grabbed a man from the ground with a nose full of blood, "Is that you?"

The man shook his head crazily and glanced hard at the motionless Russian man lying on the ground.

Eric let go of his hand, walked up to the strong man and kicked him with his foot.

How dare this pig head provoke the Wayne family?

Just when he was about to hit him hard, Vincent stepped forward and held his shoulders.

"Dad, this man should have been concussed by me."

Eric said softly "Oh" and looked towards the three sexy girls huddled tightly together.

"Are they in charge?"

Vincent shook his head, "Probably not."

What a bunch of idiots, why don't you just have a party with them? He was jealous as if he deserved a beating.

If his son hadn't been a bit ruthless, Eric would have let them remember everything he said.

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