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Murphy asked for a dozen beers and toasted to James Franco, the alcohol could bring the two people closer together, and he had been under a lot of pressure lately, which was also a good way to vent his stress.

It was getting late, and the bar began to get lively, more and more people walked into the bar, and from the second floor, the seats on the first floor were almost full, and many people came up from the stairs to find a suitable seat on the second floor, and just as Murphy drained another bottle of beer, a fat man with glasses came over and sat down at the table behind James Franco.

Unlike the others, he sat alone, with his back to James Franco, and seemed to be in a bad mood, and Murphy vaguely heard him ask for a bottle of vodka.

James Franco put down the bottle in his hand, pointed at Murphy and said, "You think you're hiding it so well that I can't see it?" You're just a stupid naïve girl like Kerry Mulligan. ”

He was full of wine, and Murphy didn't care, neither of them drank less than the other, and sprayed with him, "You are very smart, you were almost castrated by an innocent girl!" ”

He deliberately accentuated the castration tone and mocked unceremoniously, "If I hadn't shouted to stop, you wouldn't have a dick now!" ”

As if that weren't enough, Murphy burped and added, "Sex reassignment surgery can also save a process!" ”

It was clear that he had drunk a little too much.

A little embarrassment appeared on James Franco's old face, "I...... I ......"

He swallowed and spat, arguing, "We're rehearsing!" ”

If you drink too much, the sound will naturally be louder, but fortunately, the bar is already noisy, and no one pays attention to them for the time being.

"You, Jim!"

Even if he drank too much, Murphy didn't forget what he was here for, raised his hand and pointed at James Franco, and tapped a few harder, "You're an ungrateful lover. Childishness! ”

"Me?" James Franco pointed to his gaping mouth, he had obviously drunk too much, "What's your business with my pedophile?" It's not that you're ...... in the middle."

"It's not me in the middle," Murphy interrupted him directly, emphasizing one side more, "You don't have a dick anymore!" ”

"You ......" James Franco just took a sip of wine, almost choked on his lungs, quickly swallowed into his stomach, raised his voice and said, "I won't fall for you again even if I don't have a dick!" ”

"You admit you didn't plant anymore?" Murphy sneered twice, "I know why you're reluctant to join my crew, because Carey Mulligan is also there, and you're afraid of being castrated by her." ”

"I ......" James Franco straightened his neck, "I ...... Will I be afraid of her? ”

Although his voice is very high, anyone can hear the lack of confidence.

Murphy shook his head, "Eggless guy! I wonder if you've been abused by other underage girls. ”

James Franco slapped the table hard, making a loud bang and loudly discerning, "Not at all!" ”

He slapped the table and spoke very loudly, and Murphy deliberately blocked his ears, and many people around him looked this way, looking at James Franco with curious eyes.

"You dog XX raised ......" James Franco roared behind him, "Can you make people drink?" ”

The fat man who had been sitting behind James Franco stood up, his bespectacled fat face flushed, and he had obviously drunk a lot, staring at Rotten Lanlan with angry eyes.

It seems that he has endured it for a long time, and the fat-eyed man yells in a voice no less than James Franco, "You eggless bitch, I'll shove your head in your ass if you don't quiet anymore!" ”

"I'm ......" James Franco burst out of his mouth with a string of expletives, stepped forward and reached out and grabbed the fat man's collar.

Both of them drank alcohol, and they drank a lot, and the alcohol was like a catalyst.

Not to be outdone, the fat man pushed James Franco in the chest, his strength was obviously greater than James Franco, and he pushed Rotten Lanlan back several steps in a row, and retreated directly to Murphy's side, if it wasn't for Murphy reaching out to help, Rotten Lanlan would definitely be pushed down.

"You......" another expletiveness popped out of James Franco's mouth.

Before he could finish his swearing, the fat man rushed over in two steps, grabbed James Franco by the neck with one hand, and grabbed the bottle on Murphy's table with the other.

Murphy immediately stood up, James Franco was his companion anyway, if he was hit on the head by this bottle, his brain would burst, and the flesh would fly so that his head would not bleed.

There's no way he's going to sit back and watch James Franco get hit like that.

The fat-eyed man's hand had just picked up the bottle, and before he could pick it up, Murphy leaned forward much faster than him, and his right fist struck the fat man in the cheek like a stone.

Murphy doesn't know much kung fu, and he hasn't practiced any fighting skills, and his fighting skills are all learned in prison brawls, and his punches are nothing more than fast, accurate, and ruthless.

For some reason, the fat man felt as if he had been hit by a mad bull on his hometown farm, his glasses flew out, his head tilted back sharply, and his whole body kept retreating, even taking several steps back, directly hitting his table, and half of his body fell on it.

Squinting a pair of small eyes under his glasses, he vaguely saw that it was the hand of the fellow of the eggless guy, and he pushed down the table hard, and just wanted to stand up and rush over to settle the score, his head suddenly dizzy, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Lying on the floor, he shook his head vigorously, and then he felt better.

"What are you doing?"

There was a shouting and scolding from the top of the stairs, and several security guards ran over and separated Murphy, James Franco, and the man, with the leader of them shouting, "Don't make trouble here, please get out if there's a fight." ”

This is Rodell Street in Beverly Hills, where celebrities often come and go in the bars, and the security staff is relatively high.

Two security guards walked over and stared at Murphy and James Franco, one looked at the fat man in the eye, the leader made a gesture to leave, and the other people raised their hands in a gesture that they would push out without leaving.

"Let's go on our own." Murphy stretched out his hand and put his arm around James Franco, "Let's go." ”

James Franco broke free of Murphy's hand and staggered forward, "I can go, I don't need your help." ”

Although he drank too much, he was not completely drunk, and as he walked, he glanced back at Murphy with surprise in his eyes, not expecting that this selfish fellow would help him.

Murphy followed James Franco, with a few security guards in between, followed by the fat man with glasses, and was pushed out of the bar.

Out of the bar, the security guards retreated, leaving them alone.