Mo Fan stood in front of Scarface, looked at him indifferently with a pair of indifferent eyes, and said at the same time: "I, Mo Fan, have always been people who don't offend me, I don't offend people, since you just had that attitude, then I'll let you try that taste." ”

After that, Mo Fan did the same as Scarface's action just now, his legs were split, and at the same time, his eyes picked and signaled Scarface.

Seeing this, Scarface, who bowed his head and begged for mercy, suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly, very embarrassed, and at the same time the look on his face was also very struggling, but when Mo Fan's face showed a trace of impatience, Scarface finally said again and again: "I kneel, I kneel!"

After that, Scarface knelt straight down under the eyelids of everyone present, and at the same time, his hands were propped on the ground, and he crawled to Mo Fan's crotch with difficulty.

After crawling back and forth a few times, Scarface stood up with an embarrassed face, Mo Fan frowned, and said, "Go on." ”

Scarface was bitter in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey Mo Fan at all, and at the same time puffed up his breath and shouted: "I'm a grandson! I'm a grandson!

Seeing this, Mo Fan did not continue to persecute, and at the same time looked at Scarface's face and his subordinates who had woken up lying on the ground, with a look of disgust, and said, "Get out, let me see you in the bar in the future, I will never spare you so lightly." ”

Seeing Mo Fan waving his hand like a fly, Scarface was like being amnestied, and he didn't dare to complain in the slightest, and at the same time, with the help of his subordinates, he left in embarrassment.

In the bar, those people looked at Mo Fan again, but they no longer had the contempt they had at the beginning, they had just seen with their own eyes that the man in front of them was a figure who even knelt down and begged for mercy with the axe gang Scarface, where did anyone dare to talk about anything.

Seeing that the people had finished, Bai Peony stepped forward again and again, looked at Mo Fan's eyes with a strange light, and looked at Mo Fan so much that he couldn't help touching his face and said, "Do I have flowers on my face?"

After hearing this, Bai Peony's face turned red and lowered her head, and after a while, she stepped forward and asked: "Mo Fan, I really didn't expect that your skills are so good, I was originally worried that you were not their opponent, but now I am too worried." ”

Mo Fan didn't care about it, waved his hand and said, "I don't know, I'm born." After hearing this, Bai Peony suddenly crossed a black line on his forehead.

"It's just a reckless man with well-developed limbs, what is there to be proud of. At this moment, Wang Le's voice sounded out inopportunely.

Bai Peony frowned when she heard this, it was obvious that this Wang Le must be so directed at Mo Fan for her own reasons, just as she was about to say something but was stopped by Mo Fan behind her.

For this Wang Le's repeated provocations and ridicule, Mo Fan is not a fool, and naturally sees some clues, but for this kind of villain who can't catch up with the girl but wants to use other inferior methods to win the girl's favor, Mo Fan feels that it is not a matter to blindly ignore it.

Therefore, Mo Fan looked at Wang Le in the bar, his face turned, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened a playful arc, and said, "I don't know what you can be proud of in your opinion?"

That Wang Le obviously didn't expect Mo Fan to answer himself like this, and said in a panic: "Then it goes without saying, I have been in this bar for so many years, and in terms of bartending skills, even if it is ten of you, you can't catch up with my kung fu, and this bartending kung fu is not something that you can learn as a reckless man with developed limbs." ”

"Is it bartending?" Hearing Wang Le's words, Mo Fan smiled playfully.

Seeing this, Bai Peony on the side immediately knew Mo Fan's thoughts, but he knew Wang Le's bartending skills, although this person's character was not very good and annoying, but his superb bartending skills, Bai Peony also had nothing to say.

A glass of ordinary wine, after being mixed by his hands, the taste has changed drastically from before, otherwise Bai Peony would not have been able to keep this Wang Le at the bar to disturb his mood.

"Yes, bartending. Let's try to mix and drink, and if you can beat me in this regard, then I'll apologize to you, but if you can't...", Wang Le looked at Bai Peony with a pair of lewd eyes, and continued: "Then you just get out of Peony's side, you idiot with developed limbs is not worthy of Peony at all." ”

"Hmph," Mo Fan sneered when he heard this.

"Mo Fan, don't be impulsive, he's just..."

When he saw Mo Fan's confident eyes, and thought of Mo Fan's invincible skills tonight, for a while, there was an inexplicable trust in Mo Fan, and he stopped persuading him at the moment.

Mo Fan stared at Wang Le in the bar and said, "Yes, I promise you, but if I win, in the future, your place will be replaced by me, and you can go home and stay for the elderly." ”

"Ignorant fools dare to take my place so arrogantly, well, I promise you!"

Hearing the gambling between the two, the people on the side immediately became interested.

"On the one hand, Wang Le, who is already experienced and has a certain reputation, and on the other hand, Mo Fan, who is terrifying, but he doesn't know how strong he is in bartending, this time it looks good. ”

"Look good, are you a fool, that Mo Fan is just a little more able to fight, bartending is not to see who can fight, that is a real technical job, this Mo Fan is too arrogant. ”

"That's right, it's really self-defeating to compete with Wang Le's bartending skills. ”

"I have drunk the wine that Wang Le has blended, and the taste is not inferior even compared to some famous brand wines, which takes time to precipitate, this Mo Fan has such terrifying skills at a young age, he must be immersed in martial arts cultivation, where can he still take care of such a thing as bartending. ”

The people around looked at the lively majority and analyzed the situation of the two, but it was obviously the majority who stood on Wang Le's side, after all, Wang Le was a skilled bartender, and his skills were obvious to everyone, and Mo Fan was just a good skill, so he dared to challenge Wang Le directly, in the eyes of people, it was really beyond his strength.

Mo Fan ignored all these people's discussions, glanced at Wang Le, and suddenly felt a little funny.

The faint smile on the corner of Mo Fan's mouth could not escape Wang Le's observation, Wang Le was suddenly furious, a reckless man who could only fight, actually looked down on him!

Immediately, Wang Le's face was gloomy, and he made up his mind to make Mo Fan lose face in front of the white peony in the bartending competition for a while.

But Wang Le didn't know the reason why Mo Fan smiled was that in that mysterious bead, Mo Fan had already comprehended the essence of bartending, although Mo Fan had not had a single experience of bartending, but the essence of those bartending skills made Mo Fan once he mixed wine, and his level was no less than that of a grandmaster who had been immersed in this industry for many years.