In the restaurant, seven or eight people were drinking and chatting around the table.

Liu Lang sat in the main seat, crossed Erlang's legs, put his left hand on the chair, smiling, and drank Jia Duobao, who had been cold, and didn't talk much from beginning to end.

Sitting next to Liu Lang was a middle-aged man of about 180 pounds. He was about thirty-one or twelve years old, and he sat there with his head shaved and shirtless, and he could clearly see the flesh of his tendons.

He wears a string of beads around his neck that he doesn't know whether it's true or not, and the Buddha card pendant dangles on the heart guard, and when he speaks, he always likes to hold a cigarette butt between his thumb and index finger, and he looks very imposing as a southern bigwig.

His name is Ding Zisong, he is from the Northeast, he just went home recently, and later met Zhang Minglu through Liu Lang, and then the two met at the Swan Hotel, but no one knew what they talked about.

However, a few days after they finished chatting, Ding Zisong took more than 300,000 yuan in cash and bought the store, and spent more than 100,000 yuan to decorate it.

The decoration of this hotel is basically finished, and today Ding Zisong invited Liu Lang to dinner, which seems to be the meaning of expressing gratitude.

"Brother Song, where did you come before?"

There was a young man with a flushed face who asked Ding Zisong.

"I have been a monk in Northern Shaolin for eight years! I went when I was 16 years old, and when I was 26 years old, I met a big brother in the south who was old enough to be incense here, and he liked me very much, so I went to the south with him! I won't talk about anything else, but it's like bragging to you. B-like! But I don't lie at all, for so many years, I haven't let go of kung fu, just like you, I can beat you five by one! ”

Whenever Ding Zisong talks about this experience, he always holds his head high and looks very proud.

"That's not right! Don't you say you've been a monk for eight years?! But you went when you were 16 years old, but the eldest brother you didn't know until you were 26 years old, isn't it ten years? ”

The young man who asked the question replied stupidly and sincerely.

"Why are there so many words?! Whatever you Brother Song says, you can just listen to it! Liu Lang nodded with a smile.

"Ahh

The young man nodded ignorantly.

"Grass, Lao Liu, why don't you believe it?! I've practiced it! ”

When Ding Zisong heard Liu Lang say this, he suddenly became anxious, then pulled the stool, without saying a word, raised his right leg, and with a rattle, he directly slammed a horse on the ground!

Everyone didn't react, and when they saw Ding Zisong's movements, they were all stunned!

"See?! Is this kung fu?! I'll tell you, that is, this whole land is peaceful, you have to have a dirt bag or something! I can cut it down with one foot! ”

Ding Zi raised his eyebrows, and he was anxious as he spoke, and then shouted: "Come, I'll give you another one!" Just this table, I click on it, the table doesn't turn over, I can just cross it! ”

"Brother, brother, it's okay, it's okay!"

A young man next to him pulled him with a flushed face.

"Yes, my brother is here! If you don't believe me, ask him if I have been in Northern Shaolin for eight years! ”

As soon as Ding Zisong saw the young man next to him talking, he immediately pulled him over, pointed at everyone and said.

"Well, you've practiced, you've practiced!" Liu Lang hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"I didn't brag to you. B, do you see I still have a ring scar on my head?! I'm ordained, and I still have a monk's certificate at home! ”

Ding Zisong tried his best to explain.

"Well, we all know you've practiced, so stop it!" Liu Lang nodded again and again, clenched his fists and pleaded.

"Look, you still don't believe me, you've been sarcastic about me! You know, this expression of yours is definitely an insult to a devout Buddhist!! ”

Ding Zisong didn't know whether he had really drunk too much or faked too much, so he turned around and shouted: "Come, waiter, you bring me a mop from the warehouse!" I'll give them a whole Northern Shaolin Flurry Stick Method! ”

"Grass, you're interesting!" Liu Lang suddenly collapsed.

"Bang dang!"

At this moment, Qiu San outside the door still had a little soil, and he rushed in two steps.

"Who?"

Ding Zisong, who was standing in the center of the hall, suddenly asked with a twisted eyebrow.

"Huh!"

Almost at the same time, Qiu San pulled out five consecutive hairs from his shoulder bag, and then licked his lips and shouted, "Liu Lang, turn back!" ”

"Bang!"

After Ding Zisong saw Qiu San's palm running towards the canvas bag, he realized that something was wrong, but his reaction was very fast, and he kicked on Liu Lang's stool.

"Kang!!"

Gunshots!

The table was directly pushed back by the bullet, and the plates and wine bottles on it flew everywhere!

"Poof!"

Liu Lang and the stool fell to the ground in an instant.

"Whoa!"

Ding Zisong's own brother directly overturned the table and blocked Qiu San's second shot!

"You. . . Mother. Finish. A.B!! ”

In the field, only Ding Zisong, the big tiger B, did not hide. When he saw that Qiu San didn't hit others, but went directly to Liu Lang, he stepped forward!

"Huh!"

Qiu San replied with his gun, and aimed at Ding Zisong to hold the fire.

"Smack!"

Ding Zisong grabbed the muzzle of Qiu San's gun, and then pressed down, and the third shot rang out immediately, and the bullet collapsed on the ground, swinging a burst of sparks.

"Sting!"

Almost at the same time, white smoke rose from Ding Zisong's left hand holding Qiu San's muzzle, which was hot after three shots!

And Qiu San didn't expect Ding Zisong to react so quickly, and then he was stunned for a moment.

"Goo-dong!"

Ding Zisong propped up his knees and was an electric cannon, which was directly on Qiu San's stomach.

"Huh!"

Little soil stabbed over!

"Boom!"

Ding Zisong's legs were like noodles, and with his swift two feet, one foot swept on Xiao Tu's wrist with a knife, and the second kick kicked his chest, kicking directly away!

". You. Mother!! ”

Almost at the same time, the room erupted neatly into shouting and scolding, and the rest of the group, picking up the wine bottles, rushed straight to this side.

"Crackling!"

The sound of wine bottles and benches smashing people kept sounding, and everyone surrounded Qiu San and Xiaotu, and they couldn't help but say that it was just a violent beating!

"Brother, my legs!"

At this moment, Ding Zisong's own brother collapsed behind the table, covering his bleeding thigh, and suddenly shouted.

"Huh!"

Ding Zisong turned around, was stunned directly, and asked after a long pause: "What are you doing?" ”

"He shot me!"

The younger brother pointed to Qiu San who was lying in a pool of blood and said.

Ding Zisong is a person, you can know from his chatter, he may have some mental problems.

His own brother had an injury to his leg, and if he was a normal person, he would definitely go to the hospital quickly, but he didn't, but turned his head and shouted at Qiu San: "Grass. Mud. Ma, I'll kill you!! ”

"Come on, you can do whatever you want!"

Qiu San's head was full of blood, he raised his head with great effort, and said to Liu Lang without frowning: "Grass. Mud. Ma, as long as my family doesn't die, you will be ruined sooner or later!! ”