The night of Portland Street, even if it is more than ten o'clock in the evening, it is still brightly lit, and many occasions are overcrowded.

After a few glances, Liangkun waved his hand to a rotten boy at the other table, "Xiaohao, come, play mahjong with the eldest brother." ”

The rotten boy called Xiaohao was playing happily, and he was instigated as soon as he was greeted, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only bitterly push the deck of cards in front of him and obediently accompany Liangkun.

Liangkun grabbed a mahjong and smashed it on Xiaohao, "Damn, you're still not happy?"

Big B laughed, "Ah Kun, every time you don't have enough people to play mahjong, you call your little brother on, and you don't like your little brother to win your money, if you go on like this, sooner or later, no one will follow you, didn't you go to Lianji like this before?"

Liangkun was annoyed when he heard it, "Groove, blowing water is so dead that you have no eyes." From our Hongxing to a sunset club, sooner or later we will die on the street. ”

He does like to call his little brother once he is short of people, and if he is on, he will give him cards and feed cards, so that it is easier to win Big B and Brother Zhu or other bosses. What if the younger brother dares to win his money at the poker table?

Are you making trouble, are you still messing around?

Blowing water or Taibao itself likes to gamble, but with Liangkun not only not being covered, but also often being cheated by Liangkun's boss, which is far worse than the previous boss Uncle Ben, so he had to pass the gear again.

In the scolding voice, Brother Zhu himself wanted to say something, for example, he just grabbed a lottery ticket worth more than 600,000 yuan after tax not long ago? After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything, just shouted, "Hurry up, Lao Tzu has won all your money, and you have to go to the field to have a good time." ”

At this moment, the door of the mahjong parlor was pushed open from the outside, and a tall young man with a black vest, black slacks, and black leather boots walked in.

He stared straight at Brother Zhu, and several of the younger brothers of Liansheng near the mahjong table were suddenly startled, some people came to Brother Zhu's side, and there were three or four blocked the road of the young man in black, and when they just wanted to say something, they saw the young man smile coldly, jumped on a mahjong table with his left foot, and kicked his right leg sharply on the belly of the first little brother who blocked the way, and when the little brother howled miserably and fell down with a companion, the young man in black continued to make the second and third kicks in mid-air.

A series of three kicks kicked the four little brothers, and he used his strength to do another volley in the air, and landed heavily on the mahjong table in front of Brother Zhu with a pop, knocking a table of mahjong away.

If it weren't for the fact that this mahjong table is made of metal, I am afraid that I would not be able to withstand this volley crit if I replaced it with an ordinary wooden table.

Syllable!

As soon as the black-clad young man stretched out his hand in Brother Zhu's hasty retreat, he grabbed Brother Zhu's hair and slammed his head on the mahjong table, bang, bang~

knocked several times in a row, and when Brother Zhu's head was broken and he howled miserably, Liangkun, Big B, and Liangkun's younger brother Xiaohao had already taken the opportunity to run away.

Running away a few meters, Liangkun couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, so cruel?

The four younger brothers are blocked on the road, which is not enough for people to solve it with three consecutive kicks in one breath, and the last kick can also land from a high altitude with the help of volleys.

That momentum, that posture, that kind of domineering sense of picture, didn't you see that Brother Zhu's side and Liansheng's little brother were scared away? ?

Liangkun was also frightened into a cold sweat by the super blow rhythm of this young man in black like an action movie, but fortunately, the other party was not coming at him.

On the contrary, after retreating to Liangkun's side, Big B said in a low voice, "Groove, it's Li Sheng's person, Azhu, this scumbag, dare to offend Li Sheng and let him send someone out?" This is one of Li Sheng's personal bodyguards, Wang Jianjun. ”

Liang Kun shuddered violently, and then said incredulously, "Don't tell me, the few bodyguards around Li Sheng are all so fierce?"

Of course, Liangkun knew who Li Sheng was in Big B's mouth, and he also knew how strong that Li Sheng's reputation was, and he knew that there were five or six bodyguards around the other party.

Isn't it?

Big B glanced at Liangkun and didn't speak, what could he say? Could it be that Li Sheng still has a good friend who has been training his younger brothers Chen Haonan, Pheasant, Da Tianer, Leather Bag, and Nest Skin to death? Before training for a month, Chen Haonan's five-person group had a feeling of being reborn.

Those five rotten boys will definitely not be able to beat him big B alone, but, if five people cooperate, they will advance and retreat in an orderly manner and be proficient in the way of joint attack, so to speak, Chen Haonan and others, who have been trained for less than a month, may only be able to fight two rotten boys by one person, but it is not difficult for five people to cooperate and break up fifteen or twenty ordinary rotten boys in one go.

At this moment, when Brother Zhu's head was knocked and blood overflowed, he exclaimed, "Boss, stop fighting, stop fighting, do you recognize the wrong person? I don't know you." ”

Brother Zhu was confused by this series of offensives, and he didn't know where he had sinned against a fierce person like Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun also stopped his movements in the miserable howl, pulled the hair on the back of Brother Zhu's head with one hand to make him raise his face, grabbed a tissue with the other hand to wipe his blood, and said with a smile and gentleness, "What about lottery tickets?"

Brother Zhu was stunned again, "What lottery ticket?"

Wang Jianjun exerted his strength violently, pulled Brother Zhu to stand up, and kicked him staggered back with a hard leather boot, and the black-clothed macho man jumped out of thin air, stepped on one side of the wall to borrow strength, and turned around to be a 360-degree volley roundhouse kick, kicking Brother Zhu vomiting blood and flying backwards.

With this kick, cold sweat broke out on Liangkun's forehead when he saw it again.

Big B also began to swallow his saliva.

Mahjong parlors, more club gangsters, all trembling and trembling legs.

When Brother Zhu landed heavily on the ground of another mahjong table, Wang Jianjun stepped on the shoulder of a spectator during the landing and jumped to Brother Zhu's side, "Do you have several lottery tickets on you? Do you know that part of the money in this lottery ticket is mine, rob me of my money? The consequences are very serious!"

Brother Zhu cried and touched his body while spitting at the foam, "I know, I know, don't fight the boss, I'll die if I beat me again." ”

Speaking of this, Brother Zhu hurriedly snatched the Jockey Club Second Prize Mark Six lottery ticket from Taibao, and stuffed it to Wang Jianjun like a plague god.

Wang Jianjun looked at the lottery ticket and looked at Brother Zhu suspiciously again, "It can't be fake, right?"

Brother Zhu was about to pee, fake? He felt that with the beating just now, he might have to be hospitalized for several months before he could recover.

"Fake one pays ten, boss, I swear, it's absolutely true. ”

Brother Zhu raised his finger and swore, "I swear to Master Guan that if this lottery ticket is fake, I will not only lose ten for one fake, but also be willing to give birth to flowers and willows." ”

Wang Jianjun put away the lottery ticket and said with a smile, "Next time, remember, what about robbery, it's best to see if the target is something you can rob." ”

Laughed and grabbed the lottery ticket and left, and when he walked to the door, he stopped, turned around and looked back at the circle of people in the mahjong hall, and looked at it for dozens of seconds before showing regret, he was very regretful, this group of people, just watching themselves beat Brother Zhu?

In deep regret, Wang Jianjun stretched out his hand at the door of the mahjong parlor, buckled out a three-edged military thorn, and disappeared into the night.

Liangkun sat on the chair behind him with a weak leg, "Pounce on him, hasn't he been addicted?"