"What are you looking for? We lost our phone, you know?" Huang Mao glared at the waitress viciously and gestured his fist.

"Huh, that's how you're looking for something, shouldn't you be lying on the ground looking for it?, should we call the police to help you find it?" the waitress took two steps back, visibly frightened by the appearance of the yellow hair.

"Don't, don't call the police!" Before others could stop him, Hu Dafa spoke first. Supposedly, he was in a more dangerous situation and should be in favor of calling the police, but he was unwilling. "Beauty, it's okay, it's fun! If you call the police, what can you do in this business! You can't lose money today! If the business is not good, the boss fires you again, why bother!"

"Kidding? Who is messing around with you? You still care about other people, and you also care about the business of the bar! Do you have anything to do with this? Bring your mobile phone and stop everything, otherwise, you will never be spared!" Huang Mao continued to encourage the two brothers to press forward step by step, wanting to trap Hu Dafa.

"It's okay, I'm the boss! I'd better call the police!" Feeling that the matter in front of her was not easy to solve, the beautiful woman turned around and left, running directly to the back of the bar.

Call the police, then it's too late! The police will come over, and it will take ten or twenty minutes at the earliest, if these three people are left like this, then they won't break me? Where is this damn Qiu Dalong, why hasn't he come yet! Hu Dafa scolded angrily in his heart, picked up a chair and began to resist, sliding half a circle and half a circle in front of him, using the distance to control the situation.

"Where's the people?" With a shout like a broken gong, the bar door was pushed open, and at the same time the welcome words sounded: Hello, welcome!

When Qiu Dalong arrived, he shouted when he entered the door, and before he finished what he wanted to shout, he was stunned by several people in front of him. "Yo he! What's the situation? I'm going to fight, hey! It's better to come early than to come at the right time, this is a gong and singing? Okay, fight, fight hard, I'll see who of you is good!"

"Hit you! Tell me about you, why are you so slow! Hurry up, clean up the mess, if you don't come again, the fight will really start here, and the shopkeeper will call the police!" Hu Dafa intercepted the conversation, said that the fight was final, and nodded to the shopkeeper in the bar.

Who wants to fight, come, come to me, what can you do to rush at me, let me see what kung fu you have practiced?"

Now that Qiu Dalong is here, he can withdraw.

Hu Dafa threw down the chair, picked up the glass he used, and retreated three or four steps back, which could already be regarded as watching the battle coldly from the side. slipped to the bar, knocked on the countertop, looked at the female boss who was still trembling, and said softly: "It's okay, the police handle the case, don't call the police!" After speaking, he took out his driver's license from his pocket, just like a real police officer ID, pinched it in the palm of his hand, shook it in front of the boss very quickly, and put it away again.

If it's real, there's no need to show it to you. Therefore, it doesn't matter whether there is or not, what matters is to get things done.

"Come on, fat man, go on!" Huang Mao measured it, or the fat man was able to suppress Qiu Dalong in terms of height and weight, I don't know who the holy one who came in, let him try the firepower first!

"Ahh Although he still has some advantages in looking at himself, he doesn't look like a good person when he comes in! He weighs more than him, but he has more fat; he is taller than him, but no one is really tall, what else can he compare?

The fat man was urged by the yellow hair, and he walked forward tremblingly, and he didn't do anything, and the beads of sweat on his face had begun to flow. The fat on the round face is shaking, and the fat on the body is also shaking up and down, left and right, and the fists are clenched, ready to step forward at any time to "send death".

Qiu Dalong stood there, looking at a movable "mountain of meat" in front of him with contempt, and did not take him in his eyes at all, but provoked his eyebrows and provoked the fat man. This is a sandbag of more than 300 catties, and we must cherish the hard-won opportunity to exercise, and we must play well, hurt, and cool.

The fat man clenched his fists and rushed forward with all his might, if no one stopped him, he would definitely be able to rush out of the bar and into the street with this momentum, and if he kicked him in the ass again, it was estimated that he could break out of Asia and go to the world. The goal is Qiu Dalong, but what he thinks in his heart is that he can run and run, and he can't fight.

"Hmph!" Qiu Dalong didn't even dodge it, before the fat man's fist reached in front of him, his left hand stretched out, pinched the fat man's wrist, dragged it down, pulled it to his waist, unloaded his more than 300 catties of strength, turned around a small half circle, and almost pulled the fat man to his head.

"Oh, brother, tap, my wrist! oops! it hurts!" It was only a second, and the fat man couldn't stand it anymore. Qiu Dalong's iron tong-like hand was clutching the fat man's wrist hard, and under the heavy pressure, the sweat on his head flowed down, and the fat man directly began to beg for mercy, and he almost knelt on the ground.

This is still a bit of a lack of integrity, if before the liberation, the Japanese devils have not yet whipped a whip, and they will directly forgive and surrender, no matter what, they will have to try pepper water, tiger chairs, whips, bamboo sticks, and iron chopsticks! You can't bear a little bit, let them add a few more bricks? Look at your bared teeth, does it hurt so much? Huang Mao's eyes widened, and he was so angry that his yellow hair on his head was about to stand up.

"You! you let him go!" Huang Mao pointed at Qiu Dalong with his finger, and wanted to snort.

"Release! If you admit that you are a fart, I will let it go!" Qiu Dalong didn't give Huang Mao a chance to fight at all, and directly scolded back. Glancing at the fat man who was almost unable to stand on his waist with the painful cat, he sneered, like dragging a dead dog, dragging a "sandbag" of more than 300 catties, and walked towards Huang Mao step by step.

"Boss, let's withdraw!" The glasses were already stunned over there, but I didn't expect that such a powerful fat man, who usually blows cowhide to the sky, plays games at night, can eat six bowls of rice, can eat eight hamburgers, and can do a pot of chicken legs alone, it was only three seconds, and he surrendered, at least he pouted there and had no power to fight back. The little drum in my heart has been beating as fast as a percussion drill hitting the wall, and I just want to leave this place quickly, I don't want any mobile phones, and I just want to brag about it in another place.

"Withdraw! Where are you going? Withdraw, the pants are gone!" Hu Dafa listened beside him, leisurely teasing his glasses.