Hops ran down Mahjong's cheeks.

Glass slag splattered everywhere.

But Mahjong was not angry but happy, reached out and pulled the beer liquid on his face, and said with a gloomy smile: "How old is it, and you still play the game of beer bottles smashing your head like a primary school student, I will be iron-headed, is it not surprising?"

All his men burst out laughing.

"Dumbfounded, aren't you? Brother Mahjong can sneak attack a little shrimp crawler like you?

"Our boss can hit his head against a tree and make a hole, boy, this time I have grown knowledge, there is a kind of power, which you can't imagine in your life!"

"What a joke! I saw him punch Kimaruko just now, and I thought it was so powerful!"

“……”

The tricks and sycophants started one after another.

Well?

Lu Ping also felt a little incredible.

This time, I used one-tenth of my strength.

Such a hard head is indeed rare, and if it were someone else, it would definitely be drenched in blood by this time.

"I'm sorry, I missed. Lu Ping began to touch the next beer bottle again.

This time it's an empty bottle.

Everyone immediately leaned back and fell back in laughter.

They don't think there's any need to do it anymore, let him be embarrassed in front of Brother Mahjong first, and then clean him up later!

"Boy, you've ruined my plans. Mahjong pinned Erlang's legs, and said with a fluttering eyebrow: "Originally, it was planned that everyone would go up together, cut together, and you would withdraw after a meal." Now it seems that there is no need for that, Brother Mahjong wants to have a good time with you, right?"

He said proudly, but at the same time thought to himself: a woman's words are not credible!

Before coming, Lan Bingbing repeatedly instructed, saying that this kid had two hits, and ordinary people were not his opponents.

Now it seems, bullshit!

Stretching out his head so that he can't smash it, this is also considered two hits?

Lu Ping was idle anyway, and expressed his interest in mahjong's words: "How do you want to play?"

Mahjong looked at the table full of mahjong tiles: "Why don't we rub two hands?" deepen each other's understanding, maybe when you you for a while, there will be a sense of substitution." What do you say?"

Lu Ping smiled bitterly: "But I'm not very good at fighting, what should I do?"

"Then you came in just now, and you said that you came to play mahjong? Are you sick?" Mahjong touched a 'east wind' and threw it at Lu Ping.

Lu Ping turned to one side, dodged, and explained: "When I said playing mahjong, I was beating you, aren't you called mahjong?"

"Ah, it's beaten, does it hurt? It doesn't hurt, it's quite comfortable!" Mahjong reached out and touched his head, although it was still wet, but his heart was full of blood.

After all, in front of his subordinates today, he pretended to be a good man.

This may become a legend in the future.

This legend will make others even more frightened when they hear the word 'mahjong'.

Lu Ping emphasized: "I said that I missed just now, and I didn't use my strength. ”

"Why don't you use any force? The beer bottles are broken, that's Brother Mahjong's hard head, you still don't admit it?" Mahjong said proudly, took the machete in his hand, dipped it in the wine on his face with it, and then said: "Now Brother Mahjong's face is water, what will be on your face in a while? Haha, blood, I'll just tell you! Why do you say I can't hide the secret so much, you say?"

One of his subordinates couldn't stop laughing.

Such a domineering boss with a sense of humor is so happy to beat people.

There are foreshadowing, ups and downs, not boring, and a storyline.

"I admit that your head is indeed hard, much harder than the average person. Lu Ping praised matter-of-factly: "So, your head is not an ordinary head, do you dare to let me smash it again?"

"Dare, why don't you dare?" Mahjong had a fearless posture, but then sneered: "That's it, Brother Mahjong will make an exception to play with you today, I think I'm unlucky to smash the scoop, I can't break it, which hand you use to smash it will chop off which hand you have, this kind of play is fair, right?"

Lu Ping nodded: "Sounds fair." ”

"Then you've already smashed it, chop off one of your hands! Boy, you have one hand left, one chance. Mahjong raised his machete and urged, "Come, reach out!"

Lu Ping asked rhetorically: "Can you owe it first?"

"No! you have to cut off your hands first!" Mahjong's tone began to reveal an element of intimidation.

Lu Ping smiled: "It seems that you are scared this time, you must be scared, right?"

"What am I afraid of you?" Mahjong looked puzzled.

Lu Ping touched his wrist and said, "Are you afraid that if I go down another bottle, you will open the scoop! So you're going to cut off one of my hands, so that my body will be uncoordinated, and my hands hurt, so how can I use my strength to hit you on the head?"

"It's really special......" Mahjong suddenly laughed a little, and after precipitating his emotions, he said: "Okay, what you said really has some truth." But Brother Mahjong has to correct it with you, I don't hurt at all now, I don't feel it at all, I don't even itch. ”

Lu Ping said: "So you agree?"

"Agreed!, why not?" Mahjong glanced at Lu Ping contemptuously, picked up an empty bottle from the table and threw it on his head.

Bang!

Bottle crushed.

The head is safe and sound.

"Did you see it? Is it more powerful than you just used?" Mahjong reached out to remove the glass slag from his face, and then scolded at Yigan's subordinates: "Turn on your phone to record, Nima's, don't you know how to capture such a wonderful shot? You rarely have the opportunity to see Brother Mahjong's unique skills." Don't cherish it!"

Everyone was so inspired that they all started to take out their phones and compete for backups.

One guy even took the lead in applauding.

"Brother Mahjong is amazing!"

Everyone else began to applaud, cheer, and shout.

These people are still like the underworld, but like a group of cute melon-eating audiences.

Lu Ping didn't expect this mahjong brother to be so cooperative, and he couldn't bear to open the scoop for him for a while.

After all, this scene is too harmonious and full of comedy.

But if you don't open it, you can't do it, people are here to beat him.

The world is also too crazy, and there will always be people who will be willing to be guns for others.

Is it that I, Lu Ping, is too cruel?

Or should you be cruel to cruel people?

"Brother Mahjong, bear with me!" Lu Ping turned the beer bottle upside down and poured out the remaining liquid inside.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and smash it, smash it early!" After shaking his neck a few times, Mahjong took the initiative to lower his neck and stretch out his head, and did not forget to tell his subordinates: "Have you turned on the camera, don't miss it this time, see who shoots well, Brother Mahjong will get a prize when he goes back!"

"Just you talk a lot of nonsense!" Lu Ping looked at the big head of mahjong that was as hard as a stone and pursed his lips. Alas, it's a pity that people have been practicing for so long.

The beer bottle smashed down again.

It seems to be an understatement, but it doesn't work very hard.

Bang!

The beer bottle shattered again.

"Haha, did you take a picture this time?" Mahjong reached out and touched his head and straightened his waist, and said to the subordinates in front of him with a smile: "Don't turn off your phone yet, it's time to slap your hands......"

As he spoke, he always felt that something was wrong.

The subordinates were laughing, and suddenly someone exclaimed: "Brother Mahjong, your head ......"

When the other subordinates looked up, they were all shocked.

"What's wrong with my head? Hey, there's so much water on it, isn't it an empty bottle?" Mahjong felt a dip on his head, followed by a little dizziness, and then pain.

And then it hurts.

Put your hand in front of your face...... Blood? And yes, a hand full of blood?

"Does it hurt this time?" Lu Ping grabbed the next beer bottle again, and said with a smile: "This time I used a little bit of strength, but I still can't bear to open the scoop for you, do you know why?"

In an instant, Mahjong's face was covered with blood.

His head turned into a blood cell.

"No...... Impossible, impossible, how can this be?" even Ma was frightened and staggered to the couch, as if he hadn't woken up from a dream.

All the subordinates were frightened at first, and then they picked up their knives one after another and approached Lu Ping.

"I don't want to hurt the innocent, you'd better not move, stand there and look at your boss more, I can't guarantee that the next bottle will be merciful. Maybe you can close your eyes, maybe something hot will jump at your feet in a while, don't be afraid, it could be your boss's brains!" Lu Ping pointed to the mahjong with a beer bottle that he couldn't see clearly, and said to the few fierce men in front of him.

He said it lightly.

But it sounds creepy.

The faces of these people suddenly changed to a certain extent. Some turn yellow, some black, some green, and some white.

They seemed to be waiting in fear for a signal from the boss.

Or maybe they don't want the signal at all.

Mahjong eased his emotions a little, stretched out a hand and rubbed his eyes, and then for a moment, he suddenly grabbed the machete in front of him, and slashed towards Lu Ping with lightning speed.

It's fast, it's beyond everyday play.

Click!

Mahjong felt a burst of surprise in the haze, although the two eyes were blinded by the newly overflowing bloodstream, but this crisp sound came extremely crisply.

No, why is it crunchy?

According to his years of experience in fighting and slashing people, the sound was abnormal.

With the sound of 'bang', the subordinates of mahjong suddenly dilated their pupils and looked frightened.

Even a few knives fell to the ground in response.

"Oh my God, how is this possible?"

"No, no, that's not right. ”

“……”

The sighs and exclamations soon became one.

The crowd retreated, and retreated, until there was no way back.

Two damp marks appeared on the ground, and they were the water slings on two of them, which had stopped obeying the call.

The legs are shaking, the heart is beating.

And Mahjong's knife-wielding hand was also numb and trembling.

But until now, he didn't know what was going on, his eyes were soaked in the blood that continued to flow from the top of his head.