"Old man, are you okay?" Qin Yao finished dealing with Edward's second son, so he had the leisure to take care of the seventh master.

After all, the old man is old, and his health is not as good as that of the young man.

was stabbed in the back, and it is still bleeding constantly, and with excessive blood loss, the seventh master's face has become more and more pale.

Even if he was leaning on the bar, the whole person of the seventh master was still shaky, his body couldn't stop shivering, Qin Yao was really afraid that he would burp if he was not careful.

"I can't die yet!" the seventh master waved his hand, so he pulled the wound and grinned in pain.

In the interval between the two chatting, the subordinates of the seventh master who received the notice also rushed to the scene of the incident at this time.

There were a lot of people who came this time.

Outside the bar, the black press was full of human heads.

All of them were armed with weapons, knives or sticks, and the battle was huge and menacing.

It's just that to their surprise, they are obviously a step late, the incident has been calmed down, and the second son of Edward, the mastermind who provoked this incident, is lying on the ground dying, with more breath and less breath, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive.

With the appearance of these people, there was immediately a special doctor to stop the bleeding and treat the seventh master, and after some operation, the seventh master's mental state also improved a lot.

"Send the injured brother for treatment first, and then clean up the scene, and at the same time inform the brothers, keep an eye on it these days, something big may happen!" In fact, there is no need for the seventh master to say it explicitly, someone is doing what he instructed in advance.

The scene was methodical.

Cleanup the site of the clean-up site.

At the same time, there is also a special person to treat the wounded, the scene is chaotic, but it is orderly, which shows that the old man of the seventh master is still very good at management.

"Thank you little brother for the previous matter, I haven't asked my little brother for your name yet!" The seventh master instructed again, and then pulled Qin Yao to a quiet box, the two sat down, and the seventh master sincerely thanked Qin Yao.

If Qin Yao hadn't participated in this matter, the Seventh Master would definitely have suffered a big loss.

Even if he has already given up to play a big game, there is still a lot to consider.

He has a family.

He also has a group of brothers who have been with him for the rest of his life.

These are all the ties of the Seventh Master.

Even if they can win back this game in the end, the Seventh Master will still suffer a little loss.

The contradiction between the two sides has been squeezed for a long time, and it can't be explained in a few words at all, otherwise the seventh master would not have been a shrunken turtle for so many years.

"Qin Yao!" Then he said: "Old man, I think the most important thing for you now is to have a good rest, if you burp your mother, Lao Tzu can't afford this responsibility!"

"Children of the rivers and lakes, fighting and killing, injuries are commonplace, this little injury will not kill the old decay, so, little brother Qin, you don't have to worry about the decay!" Regarding Qin Yao's joke, the seventh master didn't care at all.

In fact, from the very beginning, the Seventh Master did not regard Qin Yao as a junior.

Especially this time, Qin Yao helped again, which made the seventh master grateful to him, and the children of the rivers and lakes never talked about those twists and turns, which is very much in line with the appetite of the seventh master.

Or rather, it smells the same.

"Is it really okay?" Qin Yao raised his eyebrows, he couldn't persuade him, and he didn't bother to continue persuading.

He originally thought that the Seventh Master had dragged him to the box alone to discuss important matters, but Qin Yao had already prepared the draft in his heart in advance.

I didn't expect to kill Qin Yao, the old man pulled him over, and he actually came from drinking.

While the two were chatting, there was a knock on the door outside the box, and then several of the Seventh Master's subordinates came in, each holding a case of wine in their arms.

There are white ones, there are beers, and of course there are no foreign wines.

In the end, as many as six or seven boxes were moved, and Qin Yao was dizzy when he saw it.

"Old man, you don't have a fever, do you?" Qin Yao couldn't be surprised?

An old man who is over seventy years old, has suffered serious injuries on his body, and he doesn't want to rest, but he still has the heart to drink, or he says that the seventh master is enough tiger, who would dare to do this?

"Bang!"

The seventh master didn't explain anything, opened a bottle of foreign wine in front of Qin Yao, stood up and filled the two wine glasses on the table.

Then, in Qin Yao's stunned expression, the seventh master picked up one of the glasses, raised his neck, and a full glass of wine quickly bottomed out.

"Cool!" The seventh master wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, laughed loudly, and his spirit was also a lot tougher.

"Little Brother Qin, this cup is respected by the old man, thank you for your righteous help, the old man will do it first as a respect!" The old man poured his cup full again, and took another sip in front of Qin Yao.

Qin Yao was stunned for a moment when he watched the whole process, goosebumps fell all over the ground, and he didn't know how to describe the seventh master at all.

Drink wine as water.

The key is still in the case of serious injuries.

This old man is in such a hurry to see Hades?

"The old man talks about juvenile madness, left luoli, right Jiao Niang, brocade hat mink Qiu,

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Qi lay in his arms. In order to fall across the ocean, shoot the barbarians, and look at Sun Lang. The wine is still open. Sideburns are slightly frosty, what's the matter! In a foreign country, where is Wengang? The dragon crosses the river and is heroic, and the flowers are dead, good son!" The seventh master sat up from his position in vain, raised his wine glass, and sang poems in his mouth, as if he had lost his mind.

"Poof!" Qin Yao just squirted out a mouthful of wine in his mouth, and the chrysanthemums all tightened, and 10,000 grass and mud horses roared past in his heart.

Shen Nima old man chats about juvenile madness, left luoli, right Jiao Niang... It's a good poem for the ages, Leng was changed by the Seventh Master and can't find the north and south, should this old man be so angry?

Qin Yao is ashamed of the Seventh Master, if Mr. Dongpo is still alive, and he hears that the Seventh Master has tampered with his work like this, he will not be able to take the AK and directly burst the Seventh Master?

"When you are your age, how can you not be freshly dressed and angry, chic and uninhibited? Since coming to this damn barbarian country, the old man has not had a good life, and he has been worried all day and all night, cautious, and walking on thin ice!"

"In the end, not only did he not get the respect he deserved, but he was even more oppressed by the barbarians, do you say that the old man is cheap? Is it cheap?" The seventh master was wavering, and suddenly he began to cry in front of Qin Yao, and the old tears were full of tears, which made people sad.

Qin Yao didn't say anything more this time, and suddenly became silent, and poured a glass of foreign wine, which gave birth to a sad desolation of a rabbit and a fox.

What he is going through, in the final analysis, is exactly the same as the Seventh Master.

The difference is that Qin Yao is just a newcomer, while the Seventh Master has lived in this country for decades, starting a family here and spreading his branches here.

Decades of enduring humiliation and burden, in exchange for not respect, but the barbarians have intensified, and after a long time, all of them have been piled up in the depths of the Seventh Master's heart.

In particular, what happened tonight became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

To sum it up in one sentence, the old man has lived too hard all these years, and he has lived too aggrieved!