There was a short man sitting in the house, dressed in a suit and leather shoes like a dog, I don't know why Xu Qing, who was sitting next to him, always felt a little unpredictable, and muttered in a low voice: "Paralyzed, why don't you get a little devil who belongs to ice cubes to sit next to my brother, I already know to add an extra coat." ”

When these words reached Ren Danhu's ears, his brows furrowed, and he turned his head and said in stiff Mandarin: "Sir, pay attention to your words, are □□ people so rude?" ”

Xu Qing suddenly became angry when he heard the three words of □□ person, and his eyes widened and he shouted: "I support your sister, believe it or not, Lao Tzu politely dismantled your bones." ”

The atmosphere on this noisy table suddenly became hot, Xu Qing's eyes were burning and he glared at Ren Danhu, rolled up his sleeves, and put on a posture of wanting to beat people.

Rendan Hu Yuan is not a good stubble, he was stunned by Xu Qing's abrupt snort, he never imagined that such a piece of hob meat would appear at the Gambling King Competition, and the appearance of the other party gritting his teeth made his heart burst, this guy won't really hit someone, right?

"I ...... To complain! Ren Dan stumbled out a sentence with a trembling mouth, and he still used Mandarin in a hurry.

The corners of Xu Qing's mouth rose up and said, "Go to the hotel for the stay, you stupid B." ”

The dealer was also confused by the sudden change, and froze in mid-air with a poker in his hand, and the other two tables also stopped, and all eyes were on this table. At this time, two staff members in black suits walked over quickly, and they were accompanied by George Tracy.

As soon as Xu Qing saw the acquaintance coming, he immediately put on an expression full of righteous indignation, pointed at Rendan's beard and shouted: "Toe (George), this little devil scolds me, what do you say!" ”

Two drops of hot sweat broke out on George Tracy's head, and he whispered in Chinese: "Mr. Xu, as far as I know, Mr. Watanabe doesn't seem to have scolded you, right?" ”

Xu Qing's eyes widened, and his palm slapped on the table with a snap, woo! The whole table shook.

"Humph! The little devil scolded me for one, and said that □□ people are rude, this is a slap in the face, slap the face of all the descendants of Yan and Huang, his name is plating. I see that he is stool plated on his mouth, squirting feces all over the land of our Chinese people, and this matter is not over if he doesn't give me an explanation today! ”

After saying righteous words, George Tracy was directly pressed against the wall, Xu Qing even raised the contradiction to the height of national righteousness, more than half of the gambling table were Chinese, and a slap in the face made them angry, I don't know who shouted: "Beat the little devil." ”

"Good scolding!"

"The lad with the ......"

The crowd was furious, and a pair of fiery eyes stared at Ren Danhu and George, and a few of them with bad tempers even rolled up their sleeves.

George Tracy's expression was bitter, and his mind suddenly changed and he immediately made a decision, and said in English to Ren Danhu, who was full of surprise and indignation, "Mr. Watanabe, you must apologize to Mr. Xu. ”

"Yaga!" Watanabe scolded in a low voice, but a potsticker was thrown in his face like a blast of wind, snap! Crisp and pleasant, the head of this goods is biased, and five finger prints appear on his face, if Xu Qing didn't deliberately keep his hand, he was afraid that a slap would make him a concussion.

"Uncle can bear it, aunt can't bear it, don't let go out 30 don't want Lao Tzu to beat you." Xu Qing withdrew his slap and blew a breath, and said in a deep voice: "There is a kind of scolding again, Lao Tzu is still beaten, and it is not the turn of the little devil to be presumptuous in our Chinese territory." ”