In the private room of the hotel, Maison slapped Mu Hongzhong in the mouth, and then in less than ten seconds, he was opened by Mu Yong's wine bottle, and his brain was bleeding three or four steps back, and then he waved his hand forward: "I'm stunned to him!"

"Hulala!"

After Maison finished roaring, the seven or eight little brothers who came with him all rushed into the private room like big wolf dogs, and rushed to Mu Yong together.

"Fuck you! I'm going to fucking stab you to death today!" Mu Yong roared as he watched the crowd pouring into the door, clutching half of the wine bottle, and frantically pounced on Maison.

"Bang dang!"

When Yang Dong saw this scene, he directly pushed away the chair and stepped back, leaving a place for the brawling crowd, while Huang Shuo, Teng Xiang and others saw that Yang Dong did not move, and they all began to retreat.

"Xiao Yong, don't talk about the calf! Come back!" Mu Hongzhong shouted loudly when he saw his son who was about to be surrounded by the crowd.

"Fuck you!" Mu Yong ignored Mu Hongzhong's drinking, ran to Maison's side, and poked the bottle of wine again at his lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

One of Maison's younger brothers sprang forward and kicked him in the chest, knocking him back three or four steps in a row, and slamming his back against the edge of the table.

"Little bunny, I can't clean you up!" the other straightened his stick and smashed it into the air.

"Your mother B!" Mu Yong howled with a glare, then dodged sideways, and poked out half of the wine bottle again.

"Poof!"

As Mu Yong's wine bottle pierced the other party's face, the young man with the throwing stick was scratched with a bloody face, and he withdrew with a wail.

"Poof!"

At the same time, another person grabbed a big circlip and slammed it directly on Mu Yong's leg, and the other person also stepped forward immediately, grabbed his knife-holding hand with his right hand, pressed his head with his left hand, and slammed directly into the table behind him.

"Bang!"

At the same time that Mu Yong was pressed to the table, his side face just smashed on the alcohol pot of a beef brisket and tomatoes, and half of his cheeks were burned with blisters.

"Xiao Yong!" Mu Hongzhong saw that Mu Yong made people fight like this, and got up to meet him.

"Bang!"

As soon as Mu Hongzhong moved, Maison, who came later, suddenly raised his leg and kicked him in the stomach.

"Goo-dong!"

After Mu Hongzhong was kicked this way, his back hit the wall hard, and then he fell to the ground holding his lower abdomen, his face covered with cold sweat.

"Meisen, you're so neat, isn't it a bit too much!" Ma Jun, as the host, saw that Maisen had put down all the father and son of the Mu family, and stood up with some anger on his face.

When Maison heard Ma Jun speak, he snatched the circlip knife from the little brother's hand, and pointed at Ma Jun with drunken eyes: "I'm not reasonable? When I reasoned with you, did you talk to me well? Fuck you! Stop squinting there, or I'll stab you today!"

"You're ......!" Ma Jun grinded his teeth, looked at the bloodied knife in Maison's hand, and didn't dare to squeak.

"Bang!"

Maison pointed at Ma Jun and scolded, and then smashed the handle on Mu Yong's head again, directly smashing a gap on his head: "Little rabbit cub, even I dare to pull it, you are quite rampant!"

"Mainson! You have a motherfuck! You remember, as long as I don't die today, I will definitely kill you!" Fuck you!" Mu Yong, who was not yet twenty years old, glared at Mason and replied unconvinced.

"Okay! Fuck you, Mom, and call me, huh?!Which hand did he hit me with a wine bottle just now, and held me down!Little B, I fucking picked your tesuji today!" Meison made Mu Yong scold, and then yelled with red eyes.

"Brother Sen......" A young man next to him frowned slightly after listening to Maisen's words.

"Sen, your mother B! I'll let you hold his hand!!" Maison's face was covered with blood, and his facial features howled again, in normal times, when he was fighting, he stabbed someone, or gave people a few pickaxes, there must be no psychological burden, but this kind of thing to provoke people's tendons, he will never dare to do it, because as long as this kind of thing is done, it is not a fight, but intentional injury, and it is a serious injury and did not run.

And Maison wants to pick Mu Yong's tendon at the moment, he is definitely not bragging, but really ready to start, he is in a drunken state, the wound on his head is faintly painful, and the person is completely up, when Mu Yong poured fake cigarettes before, he earned five or six thousand pocket money every month, which is enough to maintain his life, and since he sold fake wine, he has more than one month and dare not say, getting fifty or sixty thousand yuan, there must be no problem at all, for the poor and rich Maison, he has been in an extremely explosive state recently.

Most of the time, people's mentality changes with circumstances, and at this moment, Maison, after achieving some achievements, has completely regarded himself as a big brother.

The knife he wants to give Mu Yong is for the people in the house, and it is also for the owners of the entertainment venues in Sujiatun, he wants people to know that he Maison is also a stubble, and he is also a player who dares to do it with a knife, if there is no blood on his hands, then in a place like Sujiatun that specializes in war criminals, no one will ever know him.

"What are you doing in a daze, hold him down, hurry up!" The young man who was scolded by Maison clenched his fists slightly, turned his head to look at the others, and at this moment he was also scolded out of anger, and he had no time to think about whether Mason would be able to keep them if they accompanied Maison to make a big fuss.

"Stomp!"

After the young man spoke, two or three more people stepped forward and began to break Mu Yong's arm.

"Mason!fuck your mother!I'll fuck your mom!!" Although Mu Yong was constantly struggling, his strength was not as strong as those twenty-five or sixteen young men around Mason, although he was usually a little bastard who was pulling calves everywhere, but in the face of this situation, he was also a little panicked.

"Fuck you, I'll let you scold me!" Mason and the other little brothers held down Mu Yong's slender arm, and then gestured to raise their knives.

"Meisen, don't toss my son!" Mu Hongzhong saw this scene, and was about to get up while holding his stomach: "I bought your wine! I bought it, okay!"

"You want to buy it again now?hehe, then what did you call me just now?" Maison heard Mu Hongzhong's words, his hand moved, and he looked at Mu Hongzhong with a smile.

"Don't fix my son, I'll take it, I'll buy your wine!" Mu Hongzhong was kicked in the stomach, struggled for a long time and didn't get up, sat on the ground and responded.

"When I treat you as a person, you don't do anything, now it's too late to find me!" After Maison shouted, the knife in his hand suddenly pierced Mu Yong's wrist, if he didn't drink, Mu Hongzhong said to buy his wine, he would definitely stop, but at this moment, he is completely a wine Mengzi, this kind of people's thinking cannot be measured by normal people's thoughts.

In front of everyone's eyes, the blade in Maison's hand reflected the light, and roared angrily towards Mu Yong's wrist.

"Poof!"

Just before the tip of the knife was about to pierce Mu Yong's wrist, a large hand reached out out of thin air, grabbed the blade in Maison's hand, and pushed the tip of the knife to the side.

"Duh!"

The blade shifted and stuck around Mu Yong's arm on the solid wood tabletop, and Yang Dong's fingers holding the blade began to bleed outward.

"Fuck you, what are you going to do!" Maison saw Yang Dong grasp his knife and was about to pull it out, but Yang Dong's hand was very strong, although his hand was full of blood, it was still like an iron tong.

"Dude, everyone else has already softened, it's not appropriate for you to bully other people's sons again!" Yang Dongqiang endured the pain like tearing in his palm, and responded with a pale face.

"You're a B! Does this have anything to do with you!What are you doing?!" Maison stared at Yang Dong with a mouth full of wine, and threatened: "Get out of the way and stop squinting, or I'll clean you up together, do you believe it!"

"Hehe, I believe it. Yang Dong nodded slightly: "You are more or less the number one person in Sujiatun, isn't it a shame to bully a child?"

"Fuck you, I don't understand people, right!" Maison saw that Yang Dong still didn't let go, his left hand clenched into a fist, and slammed it directly into his face.

"Even a child is a fucking scourge!You can still fuck your mother B!" Yang Dong directly grabbed the wine bottle prepared in advance with his other hand at the moment when Maison stretched out his hand, and slammed it with his backhand.

"Boom!"

The glass bottle filled with wine smashed on Meisen's temple and did not explode, but the powerful inertia also directly knocked Meissen down.

"Holy!" several of Maison's little brothers saw this scene, and they all made a gesture to pounce on Yang Dong.

"Dude, look back!"

With a shout, Huang Shuo, who was behind everyone, raised the stool in his hand and slammed it into the crowd, directly knocking down the two young people, and Huang Shuo moved, Teng Xiang and Zhang Ao, who had been pressing for a long time, also carried bottles of wine to the crowd.

Outside the corridor, the proprietress of the hotel heard the noise here, ran over quickly, saw the scene of blood all over the room, and immediately changed her voice and shouted: "Hey, hey, why are you fighting here! Come over and get some people, pull them away!"

As the proprietress shouted, the waiters, waiters, and chefs in the back kitchen all began to rush over and pull the racks, and soon separated the manpower of the two sides.

"Hey, you're almost done, keep making trouble! I'll call the police!" the proprietress looked at the two groups of people who were separated, and shouted with little confidence.

"Fuck you, do it with me, do you dare to tell me what your name is?!" On the side of the crowd, Maison, whose cheeks were swollen, covered his bleeding head with a tissue, pointed at Yang Dong and yelled.

"My name is Yang Dong! If you have emotions, you can find me at any time!" Yang Dong and Maison looked at each other and responded in a sonorous and powerful voice.

"Don't worry, we will definitely meet! And you, all remember for me, the matter between us will definitely not be over!" Maison pointed at Yang Dong and Ma Jun and the group and threw down a sentence, and then took the little brothers around him, and turned around and left violently.

"Dongzi, it's okay!" After Luo Han waited for Maison to lead people away, he glanced at Yang Dong's bloody palm, took the paper box and ran over.

"Son, how are you?" After Mu Hongzhong struggled to get up, he also walked over to Mu Yong with a concerned face.