After Panzi went down, he quickly arranged for their staff to "invite" other unrelated guests from the bar.

When I came back, the security guards lying on the ground had already gotten up a few times, but the injuries were still quite serious, and they were leaning against the wall one by one, with gloomy expressions and not speaking.

Pan Zi is still very measured in his work, and when things come to this point, the following contest has little to do with these people, and it is not something they want to see if there is a real death, so Pan Zi made a look, and Zhou Yu, who had been sitting on the sofa, immediately got up and arranged for someone to send the injured person to the hospital.

The bar manager stood beside Moon Jibin with a dagger in his hand, looking at the others below with a gloomy expression.

Pan Zi saw Zhou Yu go to greet those injured people, walked over and stood on the periphery, looked at the bar manager and said, "Brother has practiced before?"

The bar manager looked at the thin Pan Zi, his pupils slowly narrowed, and he could tell from Pan Zi's refined eyes that this guy was either a man who touched a gun, or just like himself, whether he was a mixed society or a thief and a fierce person.

"What?" the bar manager sneered.

"I advise you, this matter has nothing to do with you here, don't fold yourself in. Pan Zi said softly, "Just stop now, neither we nor the people behind you will ever target you." ”

Speaking of this, Pan Zi glanced at Wen Zhibin on the table, and said: "If you can trust my Pan Zi's words, let him go, I promise, whether it is now or in the future, he will not dare to do anything to you." ”

The bar manager laughed, stared at Pan Zi and said coldly, "I know you didn't lie to me, but it's a pity-"

The bar manager glanced down at Wen Qianbin, whose eyes were swollen and couldn't open on the table, and continued: "I have to clean up this guy today, there is nothing to say." ”

"Why can't you get along with yourself?" Pan Zi whispered, stretched out two fingers and gently waved them in the air, and then walked upstairs.

Since he didn't want this guy to be alive, he might as well take advantage of this opportunity to let them both die here at the same time, but he couldn't connect with either of them.

A group of bodyguards in the arena held the weapons in their hands and approached the bar manager one after another.

The bar manager's face was still absolutely calm, when he encountered wolves on a winter night on the border, it was the same scene as now, but the difference was that those hungry wolves who ate people have now become human-like thugs.

"Up!"

One of the bodyguards opened his mouth and took the lead in rushing towards the bar manager, who led the others to rush over with weapons.

In fact, the scene of a person hitting a group of people can only appear in movies, and in reality, at least in the current situation, it is difficult for a bar manager to deal with so many of them alone.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, we can't beat you to death, we are on one by one, and they are tired of you.

The bar manager kicked a stool weighing more than a dozen pounds on the ground, directly knocking an oncoming bodyguard into the air, and then held the dagger to dodge the iron rod in the second person's hand, and then cut the lower abdomen of the person behind him with a knife.

He is very measured and will not kill people, but if he goes down, he will definitely lose the ability to fight.

The bodyguards only thought of crowd tactics, but they never thought that there was another sentence in this world - no matter how high the kung fu is, they are afraid of kitchen knives.

Although the iron rods in their hands were wielded vigorously, the daggers in their hands were not ambiguous at all.

In this way, when the few bodyguards who were left were taken down by the bar manager one by one, even Pan Zi, who was standing upstairs, had to look at the man in front of him again.

"Interesting. An Steadied put his hands in his pockets and chuckled.

Although these bodyguards were taken down, the bar manager also suffered a lot of sticks, his left arm couldn't be lifted, and he had just received at least one or twenty sticks all over his body, and the bar manager was also a little unbearable, leaning on the table to the side and panting, pressing his hands on the table to support his body, almost about to fall.

At this time, Wen Zhibin, who was originally lying on the table, gritted his teeth and limped towards the bar manager.

When the bar manager heard the voice, Wen Zhibin, who had just raised his head and quickened his pace, picked up the iron rod he picked up from the ground, and a stick was directly suffocated on the bar manager's head.

"Bang-"

Blood poured from the bar manager's head, and he fell backwards to the ground.

The horrified-looking Wen Qianbin laughed, limped in front of the bar manager, threw away the iron bar in his hand, grabbed the glass slag from the ground, raised his arm high, and then poked it into the bar manager's eyes with great force.

"Squeak—"

Shards of glass pierced the bar manager's eyes, and blood continued to flow out of his eye sockets.

Wen Zhibin's stick was extremely heavy before, even if he didn't kill him, there would definitely be a concussion, originally the bar manager had passed out, but now that the eyeball was pierced with glass slag, he was awakened by the pain again.

"Ahh

Even though the glass shards were pierced in his eyes, the bar manager still endured it after the initial scream, and snorted in pain, but the dense cold sweat on his forehead had already betrayed his painful heart at this time.

Wen Zhibin laughed out loud, his hideous face looked particularly eerie, after piercing the bar manager's eyeballs, Wen Zhibin turned around and grabbed the dagger that the bar manager dropped on the ground, and then looked at the bar manager and laughed strangely.

As he raised his dagger, a cold voice suddenly came from upstairs.

The sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating, and it shook the soul of everyone present.

"Stop. ”

Wen Zhibin's frenzied and excited expression gradually cooled down and became gloomy, he grabbed the sharp dagger with both hands, and it was so quietly fixed in the air, the whole person gritted his teeth, looking angry, but he seemed to be trying his best to endure this anger.

An Wen and Pan Zi appeared downstairs, Pan Zi gently tilted his head towards Wen Zhibin to signal to leave, although Wen Zhibin was indignant in his heart, but when he looked up and saw the man's calm eyes, the anger in his heart gradually cooled down, so he had to throw away the knife in his hand, get up from the ground and limp towards the sofa next to him.

An Wen took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, took a puff, walked over and squatted down next to the bar man, and put the cigarette in the man's mouth.

"Gentlemen, if you survive tonight, follow me in the future?"