"Mom, pull a bear, who kicked the door?"

There was a pile of horizontal meat on the man's body, which was estimated to be angry, and the horizontal meat shook and trembled, glowing white in the light. His eyes were very unkind to An Tianwei.

An Tianwei's figure is the same height as the man, and he looks thinner than the man overall.

When the man blocked An Tianwei like this, the situation in the entire No. 8 private room was not visible at all. But the noise coming from inside was clearly audible.

An Tianwei has a very good sense of hearing, and can hear a female voice of xuruo in the midst of a noisy sound, which seems to be begging.

There was no need to listen carefully, An Tianwei also knew that it must be Mu Qinghua's voice. However, this voice does not have Mu Qinghua's previous ability, revealing layers of xuruo.

An Tianwei immediately lost his temper, looked at the man who was full of horizontal meat from his face to his body, and said, "Give you three seconds, get out of the way." ”

"Wow! It's very horizontal! Which unit! ”

"One!"

"One of your grandfather!" Seeing that An Tianwei seemed to have the intention of making a move, the man was more calm, simply hugged his arms to his chest and leaned against the door frame.

"Two!"

“……”

"Three!"

Since the three sounds have been counted, An Tianwei's straight punch and an uppercut punch were hit at the same time. An Tianwei, who was angry and struck, didn't have the slightest strength, and it really hit the face and chin of the meat man.

The cross-fleshed man was hit in the face with a straight punch, and half of his face was hit by a fist, and the cross-flesh on his face was rippled one by one, followed by an uppercut to the chin, and his nearly two-hundred-pound body floated in the air for a second.

Without waiting for the meat man to land, An Tianwei had already flashed into the No. 8 private room.

I didn't know outside, but when I came in, I found that there was a mess in the No. 8 private room. On the top of a large round table, large bowls and small dishes are stacked in a mess, and there are some porcelain pieces on the floor, which are presumably left when the dishes were broken.

The No. 8 private room is the second largest private room in the store, and it is equipped with a round table with a chifan, a sofa, and a bathroom, and the private room is quite spacious.

After An Tianwei flashed in, his eyes swept and swept Mu Qinghua, who was sitting next to a sofa.

Mu Qinghua's clothes were torn in half, revealing snow-white skin. Her eyes were full of fen and horror. On her face, there were several bright red fingerprints.

"What are you doing?" There were a lot of people in the private room, and they all drank five and three ways, and when An Tianwei stood for a while, he found that there were people coming in.

An Tianwei looked at the group of people coldly. It was only at this time that the horizontal man outside fell to the ground with a bang, the beach became a pile of mud, his chin was dislocated, and he only hummed and made a pig-like sound, and he couldn't hear half a word clearly.

There was a person who unbuttoned his tie collar crookedly, looking like a bit of a machine, walked crookedly in front of An Tianwei, pointed at An Tianwei's nose with the tips of his fingers and said, "Do you kid understand the rules?" This is also your ...... Belch...... Can you casually, casually come in somewhere? Give it to me, I'm out! ”

An Tianwei ignored this person, walked quickly to Mu Qinghua's side, took off Zi's shirt, and wrapped it around Mu Qinghua's body.

"How did this happen?" An Tianwei was a little annoyed.

Mu Qinghua shouldn't be so careless!

"Ann, Ann." Mu Qinghua's mouth erupted with a strong smell of wine.

"Let's go out first." An Tianwei helped Mu up and prepared to go out. But it was soon blocked by the group of people who drank high.

At this time, Zhang Jintong had already followed in, looking at the yiqie in front of him, Zhang Jintong was also angry.

This industry is operated by Mu Qinghua, and the actual controller is Haotian Group, these individuals are making such a fuss here, not to show that they do not give face to Haotian Group.

District Committee Office? When did there be more scum in the district?

The man with the crooked tie saw that An Tianwei was going to take Mu Qinghua away, and staggered into An Tianwei, sewing An Tianwei's collar with one hand.

"Boy, you...... Damn it...... What do you want to do? ”

An Tianwei didn't say a word, raised a foot, kicked on the man's little stomach, dragged his kicking Teng Tengfei belt backwards and withdrew a large distance, and hit the wall before stopping.

Obviously, An Tianwei kicked out this kick angrily, and he also did not leave any strength. Where did the crooked tie usually get this? This kick almost killed him. When he bounced off the wall and fell to the ground, there was only intake air but no outgas, and only the whites of his eyes were left when he rolled up.

This kick shook the crowd. A few people also sobered up a lot.

An Tianwei helped Mu Qinghua, looked coldly at the group of people around him, and spit out a word in his mouth: "Get out!" ”

"Mom...... , what unit are you from? Know if I am...... What is it for? Quiet? Do you want to open this little shop of yours? ”

Someone didn't wake up and scolded An Tianwei.

An Tianwei glanced at him. I don't know if I don't look at it, but I found out after a closer look that although I didn't wear a uniform, the pants were typical standard trousers, and the suit trousers customized by each unit had the distinctive characteristics of each unit.

An Tianwei didn't bird the tax cadre, but helped Mu Qinghua to continue to walk out. When you don't give way, a punch, or a kick. Not a word of nonsense.

These people had already drunk high enough, how could they stop An Tianwei's fists and feet, and a passage was quickly opened in the crowd.

When An Tianwei helped Mu Qinghua to the door, he said to Zhang Jintong: "You can look at these people." ”

It's all like this, what else can I do? Zhang Jin is angry and angry, so he knows the proportion, nine out of ten people here have a public prefix, so it is better to call the police first, and let the public prefix be against the public prefix.

What happened in the No. 8 private room, except for the fact that An Tianwei's foot was a little big at the beginning, basically had no impact on the outside. By the time An Tianwei helped Mu Qinghua out of the private room and passed through the hall, the hall had already restored normal order.

Mu Qinghua's office is behind the main desk in the lobby, and he walks through a long aisle. The two cashiers were already frightened when they saw An Tianwei holding Mu Qinghua.

"Where's the key to her office?"

A cashier rummaged through a drawer, found a key, opened a drawer, found another key in the drawer, and handed it to An Tianwei.

"Here's a guy to lead the way." An Tianwei said.

Under the leadership of the cashier, An Tianwei helped Mu Qinghua into the office. Until the office, Mu Qinghua was still in a state of fog, and his eyes were still full of fen and panic.

"Get a bottle of hot water, and then you can go about your business." An Tianwei gave an order to the cashier.

Helping Mu Qinghua to sit down on the sofa, An Tianwei touched the bright red fingerprints on her face with his hand.

The fingerprints were very fresh, and at this time, Mu Qinghua's face began to swell slightly. An Tianwei knew that there was a process for this swelling, and it was useless to reduce the swelling now.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Mu Qinghua's hand suddenly grabbed An Tianwei's hand and grasped it very tightly.