Tchaikovsky didn't expect to drop the chain at such a moment.

Originally, he was going to accompany the young master to talk to a few young people in the East China Sea about things, but now he fell behind first.

He walked towards a waiter, his tall and powerful figure startling the waiter.

Tchaikovsky knew the deterrent power of his image, and he was also narcissistic about his body at the moment.

If it weren't for the acquired training and the genetic advantage of the fighting nation, how could he have such a figure.

"Where's the toilet?" Tchaikovsky asked sarcastically.

"This gentleman, the toilet is there!" the waiter must have been new here, and if he had worked in this hotel before, it would not be impossible for him not to meet this Russian.

The waiter's hurried direction, then retracting his arm, made Tchaikovsky chuckle.

At the same time, the awareness of the weakness of the Chinese people, which had already planted the seeds in his heart, intensified.

However, he soon turned pale.

He remembered the failure of a port sabotage he had ordered.

A boatload of Russians was actually stopped by Yuesheng, and Tchaikovsky, who got the news at that time, couldn't believe it.

It was only later that I slowly accepted it.

The equipment of the Yuesheng Port Security Team was beyond his imagination, and he did not understand the situation clearly in advance, which also laid the groundwork for failure.

But the proud Tchaikovsky, of course, would not take all the blame on himself.

He was a Russian, and the Chinese were the hosts here, and Naranyid and Ho Techu did not provide him with detailed information, and he indirectly expressed his dissatisfaction with the incident afterwards.

The reply received was not unexpected, and Nalan Yide and He Teol took the initiative to apologize.

After all, this is something that the Russians personally helped to do for Yuesheng, and they also have something that they can't do properly.

Shaking his head, Tchaikovsky stopped thinking too much and went straight to the toilet.

What he didn't notice was that behind him, four young men quietly got up.

"Go find the utility room in the hotel and get something. Zhao Junhao said softly.

"What to take?" Hu Fatzi didn't react for a while.

Su Honghan was very smart, "Dead fatty, do you want us to reveal our identity?!"

Hu Fatzi's fat mouth grinned, "Then I definitely don't want to!"

Yesheng Ge continued: "Then you have to blindfold that old hairy man!"

After listening to these words, and then thinking about some episodes in the movie, Hu Fatzi already understood.

The four of them quickly and secretly made their way to the utility room on the first floor of the hotel, and took a few snakeskin bags from inside.

Then run straight to the toilet.

Tchaikovsky didn't sit on the toilet so quickly to solve the problem.

Because once you sit on the toilet, the other side of the problem is not so easy to solve.

So he stood in front of the urinal, unbuttoning his pants.

When a stream of heat poured over the rolling mothballs, the Russians shook their bodies so easily and comfortably that they forgot about the pain in their stomachs.

Coupled with the wall next to the urinal, there are a few funny cartoons, Tchaikovsky's Chinese has not been learned in vain, and the profound connotation of it is realized by him, and he laughed out loud at once.

The heat splattered in all directions with this sudden shaking, almost splashing on his hands.

Tchaikovsky, who was still addicted to comics, didn't even pay attention to the four people who had just entered the toilet door.

This also doomed him to a sad end later.

As Zhao Junhao, the strongest of the four, he had tried his best to restrain his breath, but he still didn't expect it to be so easy to walk into this toilet.

The man in front of him is no less powerful than the character named Nalan Qu next to Nalan Yide!

He made Hu Fatzi hurt, so this time, maybe it may be the only chance, the foursome of the powder stalls are here!

In this small toilet, catch the old hair!

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