11:30 pm.

Yan Qingluo's red Porsche appeared at the door of Sheng Ru Xia Hua.

She planned to conduct a surprise inspection to see what was hidden in Liu Bincheng's mess.

But as soon as she got off the car, she realized something was wrong.

The gate was closed and the security guard at the door was gone.

Yan Qingluo pushed the door open and stepped into Shengruxiahua, and saw several people lying in the corridor.

Going further in, every few meters there would be a man dressed in black who looked like a thug, standing straight against the corridor with his hands folded in front of him.

An ominous feeling filled my heart.

Life is like a summer flower, but it is clearly occupied by someone.

Yan Qingluo still had no expression on his face, remained calm and composed, and walked inside as if nothing had happened.

The hall was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound was the sound of her high heels hitting the floor.

She glanced around out of the corner of her eye and saw a group of public relations staff and waiters being forced into a corner, gathered together, and guarded by three men in black.

At this moment, she heard Jiang Ziyu behind her say in a very low voice, "Miss, there is something going on inside, be careful."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and the familiar feeling of fighting returned.

I feel a little excited for some reason.

Yan Qingluo walked towards the manager's office calmly and as if no one was around.

The door was half open. When I pushed it open, I saw a solemn atmosphere in the room.

Liu Bincheng's wrists were tied behind his back with a brown striped tie. He was half-kneeling on the ground, with his head stepped on the table by a middle-aged man in a floral shirt.

The man in the flowered shirt was grinning and spitting as he counted the bills in his hand.

Yan Qingluo understood it at a glance. Liu Bincheng was a gambler and this was the person who was collecting gambling debts.

"Put the money down!" The frosty expression on Yan Qingluo's face made her look a little fierce.

The man in the flowered shirt paused. He was counting money with great interest when he was suddenly interrupted. He couldn't help but frown.

He slowly raised his head and looked closely at the girl in front of him.

She had long hair, a beautiful face, a faint smile on her lips, but a fierce look in her eyes.

It’s very powerful, but still too immature!

"Put it down? Whose money do you think this is?" The man in the flowered shirt grinned.

"Hmph, I'll say it again, put it down!" The cold aura on Yan Qingluo became even stronger.

The man in the flowered shirt raised his head and laughed, looking at the little girl in front of him with a joking expression, "This is the money that Manager Liu returned to me, why should I put it down!"

"That's because that's not the money you can take." Yan Qingluo's aura matched her childish face perfectly.

"Are you here to tell a joke to me? These are not enough. There is still a shortfall of 190,000. Do you want to pay it back for him? If you don't have cash, you can pay by card or transfer." The man in the flowered shirt was calculating the bill by himself, not taking the yellow-haired girl in front of him seriously at all.

"We are temporarily closed today. Go and close the shop." Yan Qingluo acted like a queen.

Jiang Ziyu closed the door obediently and walked back behind Yan Qingluo.

The man in the flowered shirt gave a sarcastic smile, "Are you going to fight?"

It's simply the biggest joke ever.

There were more than twenty of them. How could they come to a place like this to collect debts without enough manpower?

However, there were only two people, Yan Qingluo and Jiang Ziyu, and one of them was a yellow-haired girl who looked underage.

Yan Qingluo completely ignored the unnecessary expression on the floral shirt, bent down slightly, and tore a hole in her skirt with a "swish".

After all, it's really inconvenient to fight in a tight skirt.

Jiang Ziyu quickly put his coat around her waist to avoid exposing herself.

"Jiang Ziyu." Yan Qingluo only shouted three words, and Jiang Ziyu immediately understood what Yan Qingluo meant, and the two of them acted almost simultaneously.

Yan Qingluo picked up a wine bottle and smashed it towards the man in the floral shirt on the head.

Under the illumination of colorful lights, the crystal glass fragments scattered like colorful sparks, as arrogant and dazzling as the opening fireworks.

The man in the flowered shirt was a little dazed by the sudden heavy blow, but then he realized that this was indeed a fight.

When his men heard the noise, they all swarmed over.

For a moment, the sound of wine bottles breaking, the bang of tables and chairs being pushed over, and the man's heart-wrenching screams mixed together.

In less than fifteen minutes, with the air filled with the smell of alcohol and a faint smell of blood, more than twenty people, led by the man in the flowered shirt, all fell down.

Some were lying on the ground, fainted, some were curled up and groaning, and some were hiding under the table and dared not come out ...

Yan Qingluo stood up with a piece of wine bottle fragment slowly dripping blood between his fingers and looked around. His delicate face was as cold as ice and murderous aura emanated from his body, like a flower from hell, blooming wantonly and ostentatiously.

Jiang Ziyu squatted down silently, picked up the scattered cash on the ground one by one, and handed it to Yan Qingluo, not a penny less.

Yan Qingluo waved the money in front of the man in the flowered shirt and said with a half-smile, "Whose money do you think this is!"

Then Yan Qingluo walked up to Liu Bincheng who was begging for mercy and slapped him hard, throwing out the broken pieces of the wine bottle in his hand.

A wound suddenly appeared on Liu Bincheng's face, and bright red blood dripped down from the wound.

Liu Bincheng was stunned by the slap. He didn't expect Yan Qingluo to be so cruel.

"Xiao Si, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me."

The thin figure was against the light, casting a dark shadow on Yan Qingluo's face.

Her thick eyelashes blocked the dim light in her eyes. Her palm loosened and a stack of banknotes fell in front of Liu Bincheng.

A cold and hoarse voice slowly flowed out from his thin lips that opened and closed, "This money is a reward for you. From now on, Life Like a Summer Flower will have nothing to do with you. Get lost!"

Yan Qingluo turned and walked to the door, glancing at Xiao Shun who was leaning against the wall in the corridor.

The blood from his head flowed down his white cheeks, and his body was also covered in blood. It was obvious that he had fought back desperately.

"Jiang Ziyu, call the police and an ambulance."

"yes."

Yan Qingluo took a tissue from the bar, wiped her hands carefully, and then walked out of the summer flower like a queen in high heels.

Jiang Ziyu followed within a step behind her, like a loyal guard.

The next day, Yan Qingluo went to the hospital to visit Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun was seriously injured and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days.

Yan Qingluo looked at his thin arms and legs that were bandaged like dumplings, and couldn't help but imagine the scene of him being beaten.

The skin is so delicate and tender, I don’t know if it will leave scars.

"You ... are powerless?" Yan Qingluo suddenly asked.

As a man, Xiao Shun felt a little embarrassed when asked this question suddenly.

"Ah ... well ... not really . I ... still have the ability to protect myself."

"Now it seems that there is no such thing."

"Ah I ... "

"Do you need a bodyguard?"

"That's not necessary. This kind of thing doesn't happen every day. Besides, don't we have security guards in our store?"

After hearing what he said, Yan Qingluo did not force him any more. "Then you should take good care of your injuries and return to Shengruxiahua. I will promote you to manager."

"Ah?" Xiao Shun widened his eyes in disbelief.

Yan Qingluo ignored him and turned away.