Humans are the stupidest animals in the world, and the smartest animals in the world.

They're stupid, they're stupid because they don't know how stupid they really are—if someone dares to open a bottle of wine for you, are they afraid that you'll rush to it?

As a result, they screamed and shouted, lifted the table and picked up the stool, and shouted and fuck~ Your mother rushed up, and within two strokes, she was defeated.

So, they suddenly became smarter, knowing that the person in front of them was a master, and they were not opponents.

Then, the guy in the flower shirt didn't care that his head was still bleeding, let alone the two beaten companions, his eyes rolled and he turned his head and ran.

In the 94th edition of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Guo Jing's second master, Zhu Cong, nicknamed the skillful empty-handed, taught Guo Jing a four-character mantra - if you can't beat, run!

So, the man in the floral shirt ran.

How could Zheng Wuming possibly let him run away? After all the fights, do you want to let him go back and ask for help?

You know, if this guy calls a large army, he will be Yanjing - no, he will not be able to be the world's number one son.

They don't care who you are.

Zheng Wuming's speed was not slow, he ran two steps and chased after him, and then grabbed the collar of the flower shirt.

"Here, knock with this." Yan Murong drank the beer in the bottle in a few sips, and threw the bottle in front of Zheng Wuming with a shake of his hand.

Zheng Wuming's hateful teeth itched - this bastard, isn't this going to confirm what he said about 'betraying' himself just now?

However, the bottle had already arrived in front of him, and if he didn't take it, it would hit him in the face-so, Zheng Wuming thought, anyway, it would be not bad.

As soon as he reached out and grabbed it, the wine bottle was grabbed by Zheng Wuming in his hand, and then, before the flower shirt could shout no.

"Bang-"

"Click-"

After a muffled sound, the bottle shattered, and the head of the flower shirt also shattered.

Bastard, bastard—the flower shirt clutched his bleeding head, screaming and scolding in his heart.

Can't you just change the bottle?

Anyway, there was wine in it just now, which could also play a buffering role.

Now I just knock it on with an empty bottle, how painful it is.

In order not to splash blood, Zheng Wuming loosened his flower shirt and retreated.

"Good, good." Yan Murong laughed, clapping his hands while pointing at the three men on the ground and shouting. "How many of you, are you like words, like words? Wearing the hat of an enforcer, he ran out to do something that no beast wanted to do, and if he didn't know, he would have thought he had run into a ruffian. ”

"I-we're doing what we do." Kicked in the ribs by Yan Murong, the guy with the least injury couldn't help but say.

"Fuck the rules." Frustrated and scolded. "Why haven't I heard of a tax on living and working? Besides, when did the tax bureau regulate your affairs? ”

Yan Murong seemed to be addicted, or felt puzzled, and pointed to the three of them and continued. "To put it mildly, as a national civil servant, who is supporting you? Taxpayers, do you understand? It is the taxpayers who are raising you - you eat them, you wear them, you live in them - the taxpayers are your food and clothing parents, you have eaten well, you are warm, you live comfortably, and now they are running to embarrass your parents, and beating you is considered light. ”

"Okay - that's great, buddy is sharp enough."

"Handsome guy, that's right, such people should go on the soles of their shoes and smoke them."

After watching the excitement, this group of viewers began to stand up and join in the coaxing, and when something happened, they all hid far away, for fear that they would get angry.

But when it was all right, they immediately ran out and said a bunch of gossip, complaining, and scolding, as if they had been wronged.

Before, they were afraid of getting angry, but now they are standing up and speaking out in the spirit of not being held accountable by the law.

Besides, who stipulates that it is illegal to say two cool words?

For these people, Yan Murong smiled, and they said whatever they liked.

After scolding, Yan Murong walked up to the father and son who were selling barbecue and said with a smile. "Master, don't be afraid, I will take care of this matter, some people, if you can't twist him with your arm, you have to step on his thighs and trample him to death, so he doesn't dare to jump out and shout again."

"Thank you, little brother, thank you." The middle-aged man looked at Yan Murong and thanked him vigorously.

Zheng Wuming was half angry.

People can't be shameless to this point.

Smashed, you smashed it, and after smashing it, you pushed the matter on yourself.

Lao Tzu finally let go of the three people, but you ran out and said a bunch of innocuous and grandiose words, which made the family grateful - do you dare to be more shameless?

So, Zheng Wuming had a black face and waved in one direction, and then, a Mercedes-Benz drove over, and Kunlun jumped out of the car.

"Take a few of them and take them away." Zheng Wuming waved his hand, Kunlun carried one in one hand, and regardless of their struggles and shouts, they were all stuffed into the rather spacious trunk of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Farewell." Zheng Wuming glanced at Yan Murong and said in a deep voice.

"Hey, this is leaving?" Yan Murong was telling the father and son how not to be bullied by others, and when he saw that Zheng Wuming was leaving, he hurriedly shouted. "It's okay to go, but you also have to settle the bill? After eating so many people's kidneys, smashing the table and stools, you can't give money? ”

Zheng Wuming almost vomited blood, as if every time he met this guy, he would inevitably have some blood.

"No, no." The young man hurriedly said. "This big brother is kind enough to help us, we haven't thanked us yet, how can we still let him give money?"

Hearing the young man's words, Zheng Wuming was moved to tears.

Look, look, there are still good people.

This sentence can be regarded as a consolation prize, which made Zheng Wuming's heart feel a lot more comfortable. Anyway, millions of them were blackmailed by Yan Murong, a slut, do you still care about these hundreds of yuan?

So, Zheng Wuming tugged at the muscles on his face, showed a smile that he thought was very handsome, took out more than a dozen red banknotes from his wallet and put them in the young man's hand, and said with a righteous face. "Yes, how can there be a reason not to pay for food? If so, what is the difference between me and the group? ”

"How can this—how can this be?" The young man held the money in his hand and said in a panic. "That's too much."

"Not much, not much." Yan Murong hurriedly said. "This is what he should do, he is very rich, don't refuse."

Damn-the good guy made him do it again.

Zheng Wuming looked at Yan Murong and snorted coldly, turned around and left.