"Bang!"

The moment the wine bottle touched his head, it immediately exploded, and the man in the flower shirt fell back on his head from the impact of the wine bottle, and the man staggered back several steps before stopping.

As soon as I reached out and touched it, my palm was stained red.

The two men who followed him were also stunned by the sudden arrival of the bottle.

"Who, who the threw it." The flower shirt covered the head that was opened, and looked at the few tables of guests with a hideous face and shouted.

"He threw it." Yan Murong stood up and pointed at Zheng Wuming to report.

Zheng Wuming bowed his head and was silent, and he had already begun to scold Yan Murong in his heart.

This bastard, obviously he threw it himself, and he actually poured dirty water on himself.

Zheng Wuming finally understood now that in terms of shamelessness, even if he worked hard for another hundred years, it would be less than one-tenth of Yan Murong's.

He said he didn't want to be nosy, and he said he didn't want to care, and then he scolded himself for being inhuman.

When he had finished scolding, to prove that he was human, he grabbed the beer bottle and threw it over - but why didn't you throw it out of your own hands? Mine hasn't finished yet.

What he said just now made Yan Murong very unhappy, so Yan Murong immediately found the field.

Since your Young Master Zheng has nothing to do in the middle of the night, let's exercise by the way and send these guys away.

Sure enough, when he heard that someone took the initiative to report, Hua Shirt's eyes glanced over.

What kind of high-polluting occupations, what kind of tax on living and working in peace and contentment, now all of them are thrown aside, and people are still thinking about money after being beaten? It's the imperative to call it back.

Sure enough, it was as rumored. The three of them were majestic and high-spirited, and walked towards Zheng Wuming with a sinister face.

The destruction of the island country by 3,000 city managers is not just a matter of talking.

Looking at their uniform steps, strong and majestic postures, coupled with the combat experience of not saying a word and starting to work when they found a target, Yan Murong sighed.

Zheng Wuming was scolded by Yan Murong and didn't explain, and he stood up after the three people rushed in front of him.

"Up, get him back." Hua Shirt stared at Zheng Wuming and immediately commanded.

So, the three of them had a clear division of labor, one was responsible for lifting the table, the other was responsible for copying the stool, and the other, the head of the flower shirt was opened, and a lot of blood was shed. Although he didn't die, his head was still a little dizzy, so he took the initiative to be the commander-in-chief of the operation.

"Whoa—"

The bottles and plates on the table were overturned in one fell swoop, crackling and falling to the ground and shattering, and Yan Murong had already flashed to the side, watching the excitement while feeling distressed about the meat on the plate.

These bastards, are you really fucking Lang Fei.

The meat on the plate fell to the ground, and suddenly several dogs sprang out from behind the nearby flower beds, and then rushed up.

They don't care if they fight or not, they only care about more practical things like meat and bones.

The other tables of guests who were still eating saw the fight here, and quickly stood up and hid to the side, for fear that they themselves would be harmed by the pond fish. Then hiding behind the flower bed on the side, the tango head came out, and then he was ready to continue to enjoy this annual hit action bloody drama of the handsome son Zhanchengguan.

Yes, these spectators are very dedicated, they don't run far, but they all hide to the side to watch the excitement.

There is no doubt that Chinese people like to be lively.

In this respect, the people of any country are not as good as the Chinese people.

They are not afraid of death, they are not afraid of getting dirty, they are not afraid of being tired - as long as there is a lively activity that makes them look cool, even if there are knives in the sky, they will come out with the lid on their heads to watch.

In foreign countries, if someone is armed with a gun on the street, the reaction of the masses is to stand in the distance and run farther, and those who stand near will immediately lie down with their hands wrapped in their hands, and at the same time protect themselves, they also tell the gangsters, look, I have fallen down with my head in my arms, and there is no threat to you, otherwise, you can save a bullet, right?

But in China, the situation changed.

When the same thing happens, they have to flee quickly, whether near or far, and then - find a relatively safe place to enjoy the scene -

They are the heroes of the city, they drive their cars everywhere and are invincible, and they are mighty and majestic when they encounter resistance.

It can be seen from this sentence that the people often put on their lips that they are so strong in combat.

It is their purpose to dare to fight and be good at fighting, and tacit understanding is their specialty.

One person overturned the table, and the other person picked up the stool, and then, the person in charge of lifting the table removed the obstacle in front of him, and also picked up the stool and smashed it towards Zheng Wuming.

Although this stool is made of plastic, it is strong enough that it will hurt a person to hit it. Besides, how could Zheng Wuming let them hit him?

Does Zheng Wuming know kung fu? Obviously, he would.

Even if it's useless, places like the gym will often go.

If you can't draw a horse, can't you draw a donkey?

As long as you are not blind, you will learn a few tricks and postures when you see too much. It's okay to bully and bully those honest people, but compared with the experienced chengguan army in front of you, it can only be beaten.

Obviously, Zheng Wuming is not a person who can only show up.

His kung fu is not as good as Kunlun, and even less than Yan Murong, but it can be regarded as a bit of real material.

Two stools smashed at him, Zheng Wuming took a step back again, then moved his body to the side, dodging one person's attack, and kicked the other person in the ribs with a whip leg.

was kicked by Zheng Wuming, and the man was in pain, and the stool in his hand was smashed.

"Click-"

The plastic stool smashed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

If he was replaced by Yan Murong, if this move was successful, he would definitely make another move to cut off his grandson's feet and directly make the other party lose his combat effectiveness.

But Zheng Wuming is Zheng Wuming, he is not Yan Murong - he thinks he is a gentleman, and he can't do such obscene things as Yan Murong.

When the other person saw his companion being beaten, he turned around, screamed, and slammed the stool in his hand at Zheng Wuming.

Zheng Wuming didn't dare to touch it hard, and his body squatted down, and he dodged this blow. Then took advantage of the fact that the other party had no time to accept the recruitment, and hit the opponent in the stomach with a fist.

"Vomit—"

This punch, I don't know if Zheng Wuming did it on purpose, no more, no less, just hit the other party's stomach.

Then, the cramp caused by the heavy blow to the stomach, and a strong feeling of nausea rushed to his throat, and then, he crouched on the ground and vomited.

The yellow and white things suddenly flowed to the ground, and there was a smell of wine in the air, so Yan Murong couldn't help but cover his nose and take a few steps back.

PS: Got up at half past six and coded a chapter.,The rest of the noon come back and code again.,Update in the afternoon.。