Inside the bar, the atmosphere is extremely quiet, and the air is filled with the smell of gunsmoke, which is terrifying and grotesque.

Wen Zhibin put his hands in his pockets, leaned slightly against the table, and looked at the bar owner in front of him with a proud face.

Oh, he is stable and good-tempered, but it doesn't mean that I am polite and good-tempered, he gives you face and treats you as people, I may not.

Wen Zhibin is a child who grew up in a wealthy family since he was a child, and in his concept, people will never be equal from the moment they are born, how can they be equal?

People are divided into three, six, nine and so on, what he wants to do is a superior person above ten thousand people under one person, and whether others are good or bad, dead or alive, there is not much difference between him and his literary quality.

There are two kinds of proud people in this world, one is not strong but likes to shout, generally people call this kind of behavior arrogant, and the other is really proud of strength, this kind of person is crazy, but most people admire this kind of person with great leadership ability.

Wen Qianbin is a very arrogant person, but it is clear that he should belong to the latter of the two.

For Wen Zhibin, whether it is the waiter in the bar or the bar manager, whether they are good or bad, innocent or deserved, it doesn't really matter, what matters is the position under their ass - blocking his way, so Wen Zhibin has to sweep them all away.

Wen Zhibin knew that the master who was waiting to watch the play upstairs was giving him a chance to perform, if he didn't seize the opportunity at this time, he was afraid that he would want to get close to him in the future, but he was afraid that he would have no chance.

The two upstairs and the one next to him were both restrained sword guys, and Wen Zhibin knew that they also needed a sharp blade to block in front of them, and he didn't mind being such a whetstone.

As for how the children of Suzhou and Hangzhou see themselves, heh, where is there any absolute justice and evil in this world, he knows too well what kind of man An Wen is, that guy seems to be easy to talk to, but in fact he is a guy who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, that guy's ambition is very big, and when there is no more of his opponent in Suzhou and Hangzhou, those losers will still call themselves lackeys?

Wen Zhibin leaned on the wine table and looked at the bar manager with a smile, I came here today to stir up trouble, how can I do it if I don't go too far.

Although some of the customers in the bar left, a considerable number remained, and some of them recognized Wen Zhibin, after all, this guy is now quite a well-ranked figure in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

In fact, like today's thing, who is right and who is wrong, everyone present has a number in their hearts, the people who come to this crystal love are not ordinary people, most of them are noble, naturally not bad money, come here more often for other "special requirements", really come here to drink, in fact, there are not a few, so the crystal love will not offend so many guests because of that little money.

Wen Zhibin was not a powerful guy in the circle of Su Hang's children before, he used to mix on the edge of the circle, but thanks to that man, he has now become a figure in the center of the circle.

Many people watched this scene with interest, and a very small number of them knew that the owner behind this bar was Wang Xinyue, so they whispered it to their companions, as if they knew everything.

The bar manager looked at the broken glass bottle on the ground, and took back his outstretched hand, he raised his head and stared at Wen Qianbin quietly, his expression gradually cooled.

A person who can be a manager in this kind of place is naturally not a good person, and he can't take down such a big field without some ability.

If it were someone else, everyone would say a few words to each other, and it would be over if they could get by with a fuss, but judging from the posture of this group of people when they came in, it was obvious that they didn't plan to do it so easily.

"Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, I think you're drinking too much fake wine, right?" the bar manager straightened his cuffs and said coldly to Wen Zhibin.

"You finally admit it?" Wen Zhibin laughed and said, "I'll just say that you sell fake bars here, and you still have to argue with me." ”

The bar manager turned his head and reached back and forth to rub the tiny stubble that had just popped up on his chin.

"I repeat, Crystal doesn't sell fake wine. The bar manager tugged at his collar and said, "If you're here for a drink, we're welcome, and if you're looking for something, let's see who's got the hard fists." ”

"Hard?"

Wen Zhibin smiled slyly, and said with a gloomy expression: "No matter how hard your fist is, you have Lao Tzu's **——"

"Bang-"

Before Wen Zhibin's "hard" word could be spoken, the bar manager suddenly hit Wen Zhibin's face door with a straight punch, and the bar manager shot extremely hard, knocking Wen Zhibin's whole person out at once.

"Bang-"

Wen Zhibin flew out and smashed on the wine table, and then fell from it, it turns out that the shots in the movie are all fake, how can such a sturdy table be smashed with a light smash.

"Kill them for me!"

The bar manager roared, and all the uniformed security guards behind him rushed up with iron rods.

Wen Zhibin had just gotten up from the table, and before he could reach out to wipe the blood off his face, the bar manager rushed over and grabbed him by the collar, and with both hands, he lifted him directly in the air.

"Do not do it?!!"

The bar manager roared angrily, pulling the clothes around Wen Zhibin's neck with one hand, grabbing his pants with the other, and at the same time as he roared, his hands used force at the same time, grabbing Wen Zhibin's body and smashing it to the ground.

"Lian Jiazi, he can't beat this person. ”

On the second floor, Pan Zi stood on the side of the bed and looked at Wen Qianbin who was lifted up below, and said softly.

An Wen sneered, the facts told him a truth, it's better not to pretend to be a man, look at it, how long has this guy just finished pretending, and now he is beaten, right?

"Do you want me to go down-"

An waved his hand and said softly: "No, it would be better if he was killed here, there is one less threat and one less waste around him." ”

Downstairs, the bar manager grabbed Wen Zhibin's body and smashed it down, while pushing his right knee up, he wanted to use this only trick to cripple Wen Zhibin directly, as long as his knee hit Wen Zhibin's waist, Wen Zhibin would be disabled if he didn't die.

"Grass—"

At the moment when he was carried down, Wen Zhibin let out an insult in the air.

I really use myself as a gun, and I don't even help myself.