Chapter Ninety-Nine

The smell of cold alcohol greets you, bringing a slightly intoxicating breath. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Majima took a step back slightly, the bottle was only a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose. The man struck a failed blow, so he turned around and struck again. Majima is like a ghost, and the migration of his footsteps does not give the drunk a chance at all.

"This guest, please come back here, otherwise..."

But more often than not, humility doesn't solve the problem at all. "What the do you want? When Lao Tzu is afraid of you, the spicy chicken is coming. ”

"There's really no way," Majima's voice was so low that only he could hear it. "Give Lao Tzu some ringing."

Majima yelled at the band behind him, and the band immediately began to play passionate rock music. "Since I am asked to play with you as a guest of God, then I will not refuse, and I hope to forgive my sins. But I'm not going to do anything to God. ”

"What the fuck do you mean, did you fuck Lao Tzu without making a move? You should be Lao Tzu..." said that the drunk man picked up the wine bottle and hit it, without hesitation at all.

The rest of the routine remained the same, and there was a strange vacuum around Majima. Unreachable, impenetrable. Of course, it is impossible for humans to try to break through this vacuum indefinitely, and when encountering obstacles, the best way is not to bypass but to pick up a knife, a knife that is enough to break everything.

The drunk man directly picked up the ice fork on the ground, and the dagger-sized ice fork was indeed a perfect knife at this time. However, the moment the blade punctures the balloon is not necessarily the moment of the balloon's destruction. How do you know that the balloon is only air, in case it's the fire from hell?

The drunk man was thrown over the shoulder by Majima and fell straight down. "God should not play with such dangerous things." Mashima snatched the ice fork and turned to face all the guests.

Everyone looked at Majima and applauded. The waiter on one side immediately stepped forward and set up the drunk, ready to hand him over directly to the police station.

"Well done"

"Bastard"

"Scum, go to prison and reflect."

The customers began to shout, and Majima suddenly began to stabilize the scene. said, "Everyone, be quiet. ”

The scene fell silent for a moment. "Everyone can see that this customer has violated the rules of our store and caused trouble to everyone. It stands to reason that we should have called the police directly. But can we open up to him? ”

Everyone was puzzled, looking at Majima. "Think about it, if he enters the police station today, what will his future be? This means that everything he had struggled with before was in vain. Is this a consequence too cruel for him? ”

Majima turned to face the guest and said, "I have a request, I wonder if this guest wants to hear it?" ”

"And me?"

"According to the rules of the nightlife world, the ugliness of alcohol should be repaid with alcohol. I mean, can you cover all the costs on site? Since you are the minister of hospitality, you have to spend more than 10 million yuan a year on hospitality. ”

Majima shows the guest's ID card, which he inadvertently stole from the guest. There was an immediate hint of hesitation on the guest's face, but Majima's instant kneeling caught him off guard.