Sometimes you don't push yourself in a desperate situation, and you never know – you don't know that you're going to get things worse.

After being punched by the bar manager and slamming on the table and rolling to the ground, Wen Zhibin's whole head was confused, he was not a man who was particularly capable of fighting An Wen and Pan Zi, otherwise he would not have been able to bring so many people over.

This dog thief is really insidious, obviously chatting with himself, and suddenly without saying a word, he rushed up with a black fist, who can eat such a heavy punch.

Wen Zhibin touched the corner of the table and just got up from the ground, and then the scene just happened.

When he was carried into the air by the bar manager, Wen Zhibin didn't have any special feelings, he originally thought that this guy was going too far, at most he would throw himself out and smash it on the ground, although it still hurt, but at least it was within the range of what he could bear.

However, when Wen Zhibin was carried to the ground and smashed, and at the same time, his afterglow swept to the top of this guy's knees, Wen Zhibin was instantly frightened into a cold sweat, and the whole person immediately woke up.

He knew that if he was pushed like this, his spine would probably be broken directly, and even if he didn't die, the best result would be high paraplegia.

At this critical juncture, he stimulated the potential in his body, grabbed the bar manager's arm, and rolled his body out, miraculously avoiding the bar manager's flying knee.

Of course, this is not something to be thankful for Moon Jibin, because although he dodged the attack of the bar manager's knee, his body fell to the ground.

Wen Zhibin didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and after falling to the ground, he turned around and got up and wanted to slip away, he was a rich man, his life was precious, and he ordered a lot of people to go on for him, why did he have to work so hard?

But before he could climb out, he was grabbed by the bar manager by the ankle.

"Let me drink, won't you?"

The bar manager sneered, grabbed Wen Zhibin's ankle and pulled him back, and pulled him back.

"Lao Tzu let you drink enough!"

The bar manager stepped on Wen Zhibin's neck, pressed his face against the floor full of drinks, and roared, "Give Lao Tzu a drink!"

In fact, Wen Zhibin deliberately threw the wine bottle on the ground and asked him to drink the wine on the ground, the bar manager had a murderous intention in his heart, he used to mix in the society in the northern Xinjiang, and occasionally made some transactions with the most scoundrel peoples, the gun is not very playful, but in that kind of ice and snow tundra, he has practiced a good kung fu.

The field of this bar is set down by him, the bar manager is not a bloodless person, but everyone is out to live together, there is no need to kill everything, Wen Zhibin's behavior just now has obviously touched his bottom line, and just after calling the boss behind the scenes, it was clearly said that as long as he doesn't get killed, anything can help him survive, so the bar manager doesn't care about the identity of this guy at all, thinking that when he licked the knife on the border of northern Xinjiang, this guy was probably still wearing open crotch pants.

Wen Zhibin was stepped on by the bar manager's neck, although his hands were not imprisoned in any way, but he did not dare to make any movements, because he could clearly feel that as long as he had any slight movement, the force on his neck would immediately increase.

Although Wen Zhibin still thinks that this guy is absolutely impossible to kill himself, but he still doesn't choose to act rashly, sometimes people are extremely angry, what the hell is the bullshit city, sanity, at that time, people will only do what they think, and insist on going their own way, otherwise how can there be a saying called Heng is afraid of death, Wen Zhibin doesn't want to make any attempts, in case this guy really plans to burn jade, he doesn't care no matter how miserable he dies, but what about himself?

He is different from this guy, he has a lot of money, status, fame and women, what do you want, can he die with such a person?

The barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes, and Wen Zhibin is the one who wears shoes.

"Drink, give me a drink!" the bar manager shouted coldly, stepping on Wen Zhibin's neck.

He didn't actually lose his mind, but he looked a little fierce on the surface, and the bar manager knew very well what he was doing, he just wanted to force the two upstairs to see if those two fairy-like guys could still sit on the Diaoyu Tai.

Wen Zhibin's cheeks were in close contact with the ground, the glass wine bottle before was shattered, his cheeks kept rubbing back and forth with those glass slags, and soon his entire face was scratched with countless blood marks, blood all over his face, and his expression looked eerie and terrifying.

In addition to the two of them, the security guards in the bar and the people brought by Wen Zhibin have already done it, these people are not the kind of guys who only fight, they are all ruthless, and those who do this line of work understand a truth, now if you don't get the other party with your fist, you will be knocked down by the opponent's fist in the next second.

The real fight is very fast, especially if this kind of weapon is used, it can often make people lose the ability to resist in a few clicks, so this battle is over in less than three minutes.

Wen Zhibin is a cautious person, and the people selected when he came are all skilled, plus there are slightly more people than the security guards at the bar, and the tools are more complete, so there is no doubt that all the people who are still standing in the bar after three minutes are Wen Zhibin's men.

The bar manager was surrounded by a group of people who could continue to fight, and a group of people stared at him fiercely, but none of them dared to step forward and do it.

The bar manager had a grim expression, and at this time there was still no fear and fear on his face, he knew a truth when he fought with others since he was a child, and this kind of thing is nothing more than two situations, either hit someone or be beaten, what is there to be afraid of?

"Don't come here, or I'll kill him. ”

The bar manager grabbed Wen Zhibin's collar around his neck, dragged him up from the ground, threw him on the wine table next to him, and then took out the knife on his body and pressed it against Wen Zhibin's neck.

"This man is still quite interesting, if you don't die, stay here. Standing on the second floor, he looked at the bar manager below and said softly.

"It's going to be a big deal if things go on again, I'm going to go down and get rid of the irrelevant people?" Pan Zi asked.

An nodded and replied, "Okay, by the way, just close the door of the bar." ”