"Don't act rashly," Qi An said, holding his yellow-haired fingers, to the other thugs, "Now, everyone do a good job and don't cause trouble." ”

Huang Mao felt the increasing power from his fingers, and he was very panicked, a broken finger was nothing in his opinion, and it might be a kind of capital to go out and mix in the future.

But the problem is that breaking it all at once is completely different from the pain of seeing your finger being slowly broken.

It's like a condemned prisoner who knows that he is going to be shot, but he doesn't know the specific time, and suddenly he is pulled out to end his life and only endure a moment of pain;

But if he is told a specific time of execution, then the pain he has endured before that time has increased exponentially with time, and this pain can be called a kind of torture at all.

Huang Mao is now in this state of panic and fear and pain, seeing that the younger brothers want to rush up without opening their eyes, he scolded repeatedly: "Don't ...... Don't move!

The eldest brother spoke, and the other gangsters naturally didn't dare not listen, so they had to go back to their places and sit down obediently according to what Qi An said.

Seeing that Huang Mao was still quite upright, Qi An patted his face with his other hand and said, "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance, now I let go of your hand, and you can sit down and eat obediently, otherwise I can't guarantee that I won't really hit someone." ”

As he spoke, he let go of Huang Mao's fingers, took a step back, and looked at him with a smile.

Huang Mao suddenly relaxed a lot, shook his aching fingers, and suddenly became arrogant again. I just wanted to point my finger at Qi An, but I held back.

"You're fucking shameless, aren't you? Brothers, copy the guy and kill the fuck!" Huang Mao commanded the younger brother to copy the chair, and the one who took the wine bottle took the wine bottle, looking like a fish was dead and the net was broken.

But they don't know what they're up against.

Qi An's face still had that harmless smile on his face, as if he was facing friends and family rather than enemies who wanted to break his leg.

No, not the enemy, the enemy is often the name given to the enemy who can cause trouble for himself. In Qi An's opinion, the few people on the other side were just local chickens and dogs, and they were vulnerable.

In Huang Mao's opinion, there are five people on his own side and Qi An is just a small boss who runs a restaurant, and it is just a sneak attack trick to control himself.

It was because he asked his little brother to rush up and pick up the chair and greet Qi An, but he found a seat and sat down to watch the play, he wanted to see how this guy who threatened him was beaten and cried.

The thugs picked up their chairs and rushed up, and all four of them greeted Qi An's head or abdomen, which was a vulnerable part, and it seemed that they had quite a lot of experience in fighting.

Zian leaned back sharply, effortlessly dodging the attacks of several men, his body at an angle of almost forty-five degrees to the ground, but his feet were still firmly nailed to the ground, unwavering.

Because it was to be matched with the Eight Immortals table, Qi An chose a heavy and stocky round stool as the seat. This kind of round stool is a bit laborious to pick up, let alone pick it up.

Before a few thugs could pick up the round stool and continue to attack him, Qi An had already moved.

Before they could see the figure, the two thugs felt that they had been grabbed by the back of their necks, and then they slammed their heads forward with a huge force.

After Qi An collided the two, only a dull "bang" was heard, and the two fell to the ground, dizzy, and couldn't get up after struggling.

Looking at the remaining two, he smiled at them, revealing eight white teeth. Just as he was about to do the same, Qi An's ears moved, he turned his head to look at Wang Cheng, saw that Wang Cheng was taking out his mobile phone to call the police, and comforted him: "Brother Wang, hang up first, don't call the police, I'll deal with this matter." ”

Wang Cheng saw that Qi An said firmly, so he had to hang up the phone, but he asked a little nervously: "You, can you really do it alone?"

After receiving Qi An's affirmative reply, he nodded at Qi An and said to the waiter beside him: "Look at the point, if something is wrong, we will go to the ...... Be careful!"

His words became hurried, his eyes widened suddenly, and he reminded Qi An loudly.

Qi An, who had long felt the wind behind him, turned around sharply, slowly stretched out his right hand, and his two index fingers pinched the dagger stabbing at his back.

It turned out that Huang Mao was a little scared when he saw Qi An knocking down his two younger brothers so easily, and when he saw Qi An so carelessly shining his back at him defenselessly, his heart rose with malice for a while, and he simply pulled out the dagger he carried with him and stabbed it out regardless of it.

"Really?" Qi An looked at the dagger between his fingers and frowned slightly. He originally thought that these people would not be so rampant, after all, they were just a few gangsters, but he didn't expect that people's evil thoughts would overwhelm Huang Mao's mind.

Qi An exerted a little force, and the dagger broke with a "boom". The blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

didn't want to entangle any longer, Qi An stepped forward and grabbed Huang Mao's neck, and with a slight force on his thumb, Huang Mao collapsed softly on the ground. But he didn't faint, his eyes looked at Qi An in horror, and he didn't understand why he suddenly couldn't feel the presence of his limbs. He tried to shout, but found that all he could do was muffled grunts.

The remaining two thugs had already collapsed to the ground in fright, after all, they couldn't muster the slightest courage to see their three companions fall in front of them, looking like they were lifeless.

At this time, Wang Cheng, who was next to him, just finished the reminder, and saw several people fall to the ground, and he was a little scared for a while. He cautiously asked Qi An, "...... them You're not dead, are you?"

Finally getting that word out of his mouth, he looked at Qi An expectantly. After getting Qi An's answer that he was not dead, he breathed a sigh of relief. After all, death is very terrible for a normal person, even if this person was his enemy a second ago.

"Get them all up and sit down," Qi An looked around, and under his deliberate control, nothing was broken or messed up, only the round stool picked up by a few thugs fell to the ground in a mess, he added, "Clean up the chairs." ”

Ten minutes later.

A few people woke up and found themselves sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals just now, and couldn't help but wonder if they had a dream. Only Huang Mao didn't have the slightest suspicion, he just lost control of his body, but his brain was still awake.

When I looked up, I saw that Qi An was still standing in the previous position, still smiling. Huang Mao didn't dare to look at those eyes, those eyes narrowed as if they were laughing, but he knew what a terrible mind was under the smile.

Seeing that several people were sitting silently, not daring to make the slightest movement, Qi An hugged his arms and said to them: "Since the matter has been resolved, then, the dishes I specially made for a few people, it seems that I don't respect me a little too much, right?"

Although Qi An's tone was kind, they had experienced the unilateral slaughter just now, and they all knew what would happen if they didn't eat them all.

Huang Mao didn't have any psychological barriers, after all, he didn't taste these two delicious dishes, but as soon as the other people heard Qi An's words, they remembered the feeling of choking as if their tongue and nose didn't belong to them anymore when they had just taken the first bite a few minutes ago.

"Are you embarrassed?" Qi An rubbed his right hand and gestured to several people with a knife cut through their necks, which frightened several people into a fierce spirit.

They replied in unison that they were not embarrassed, and then tremblingly picked up their chopsticks and slowly pinched them into the fried mustard. Qi An looked at the wall clock on the wall, it had been fifteen minutes since he came out of the back kitchen, and there was not much time, he scolded: "Hurry up!"

When a few people heard Qi An's not very loud but stern voice, they immediately picked up the things on the plate and put them into their mouths without looking at them.

As soon as they took a few bites, their faces turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and sweat broke out on their foreheads. But they still held back the tears that were about to flow from their eyes, and ate in large gulps, hoping to finish and leave as soon as possible.

But they didn't expect it to be so easy.

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When the ambulance came, the faces of several people were already red and swollen, and even Qi An couldn't bear to look at it directly.

After comforting Wang Cheng and the others, they just looked miserable and were not in any danger, Qi An pushed them to the back kitchen to clean up their work.

When the ambulance came, these people were gulping down the ice water that Qi An had specially taken out of the cold storage in the back kitchen. And Qi An just sat upright and sipped tea and watched a few people perform a wordless drama: spicy.

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After putting a few people in the ambulance, Qi An walked back to the store, thinking that the medical staff asked him about the illness of these people, and he replied that after eating too much chili pepper, Qi An couldn't help but laugh at the strange eyes of the medical staff.

In fact, eating so many chili peppers will not have much effect on a person's body, especially after he explained how many people he would have to wash their stomachs.

At most, these people will not be able to eat for the next few days, and they will have to rely on nutrient infusions to sustain their lives, and may also have the sequelae of a weak spleen and stomach. In addition, the biggest impact on them is probably that they will not want to eat spicy hot pot for the rest of their lives.

But this matter is not about a few gangsters, but reminding Qi An that Xu Anguo did not do everything when he was doing things. Perhaps he had gone through all the formalities and said hello to both black and white, but he ignored the little ruffian.

There is a saying that "Hades is good, but the little ghosts are difficult", it seems that he still has to ask Xu Anguo to send the little ghosts for him. After all, he is not in the mood to play games with the ruffians every day.

Qi An decided to call Xu Anguo for a while, but before that, he had to comfort and comfort his clerks.

Not everyone has a big heart and can be at peace after seeing a violent fight.

As soon as he entered the back kitchen, he saw Wang Cheng directing two waiters to do some cleaning work. It is estimated that he also decompressed himself in this way, after all, he was a little violent to Huang Mao and others just now, and Huang Mao and others looked too miserable.