Chapter Seventy-Three: The Motorcycle Party (2)
Simao accepted the money with a smile, and quickly put up the things on the table, Tang Guobin on the side was not happy, and complained in a low voice: "Go hairy!" Regardless of his northeasterners, there are few northwesterners, how many brothers have cleaned up the ......"
Xu Qing picked up the bag with one hand, bent down and grabbed the suitcase, rolled his eyes at Tang Guobin and said, "Is the fight very enjoyable?" I don't have time to toss around with you. โ
To be honest, he is not afraid of fighting, such a senseless fight is enough to eat, he doesn't think he can fight ten at a time.
Tang Guobin pursed his lips, didn't bother to argue anymore, followed Xu Qing behind him and prepared to leave, just a few steps away, the thin man who fell to the ground got up from the ground in pain, quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a call, and then gritted his teeth and ran to the three of them.
The lean man's surname is Ma Minghou, born with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and he specializes in 'carrying baskets' on weekdays, and the owners of the open-air barbecue stalls have no one who doesn't know this goods, because this guy has someone behind him, even if he sees him stealing the things of the diners, he can only dare to be angry.
Just now, Aro's stool was in the middle of this eyebrow bone, and now he has become a big horse monkey with a broken head, but this guy does not intend to give up, but instead blocks in front of the three of them violently, and his small body is more than a head shorter than the three of them, which is quite a bit of a mantis arm blocking the car.
"If you hit someone, you want to leave, how can there be such a thing in the world...... Pleasant! Ma Hou looked at the tall and mighty three people opposite, and he was a little lacking in confidence, and even began to stutter when he spoke, and accidentally pronounced the word 'poo' wrongly, and went straight to the fourth sound.
Tang Guobin didn't even have any interest in making a move when he saw this guy's miserable appearance, and glanced at A Luo on the side.
Ah Luo understood, took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull, Ma Hou felt like a rootless dog tail grass, his body was involuntarily pushed aside, seeing that the three people were about to drive away, his heart rushed forward and lay under the front wheel of the Beetle.
This trick is commonly used by scoundrels โกโก a bad one, and no one has really pressed it yet, even Yao Jiaxin will weigh it when he comes.
Tang Guobin, who was sitting in the car, honked the horn a few times, and the horse in front of the wheel simply gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, his eyelids jumped and jumped, and the sweat on his head flowed down without money, and it flowed to the wound with a hot pain, which was a great sin.
Ah Luo got out of the car with a cold face, walked to the head of the Beetle, stretched out his hand, grabbed Ma Hou's ankle, dragged the guy out of two meters with a shake of his arms, put it down casually, and said coldly: "Dare to come over again Believe it or not, I will discount your two legs?" โ
Ma Hou gritted his teeth and did not answer, struggling to climb forward to the wheel, Ah Luo frowned, caught up with the first two steps, and slashed the back of the neck of this guy.
Ma Hou tilted his head and fainted, strangely a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth a second before he lost consciousness, because he faintly heard the roar of a motorcycle engine in his ears.
More than ten heavy locomotives roared in, lined up in front of Tang Guobin and others, all shirtless flat-headed strong men, led by burly men at least one meter nine or more, with a green dragon with teeth and claws tattooed on each arm, the dragon head was biting on his bulging shoulder blades, his face was full of meat, and he was born with a fierce appearance.
The rest of the strong men jumped out of the car with a tacit understanding, took out an arm-thick water pipe from the back seat, and patted it lightly on the palm of their hands, as if they were about to rush up and smash the car with people and cars as soon as they waited for the leader's order.