Chapter 100! Commemorate it and ask for a ticket!

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The little monkey agreed, and quickly went to inform everyone.

For a while, the martial artists who were originally drinking and dancing were all in good spirits, and they were still indifferent on the surface, but their eyes were intentionally or unintentionally cast to the door.

A moment later, I saw a man with a cigar in his mouth, escorted by four or five flying boys, walking in in a big way.

"Brother Long, you're here!" The thugs watching the scene immediately stepped forward and smiled.

"Well, how is it tonight, it's not too peaceful, is there anyone making trouble?" The man with the cigar asked, in a very arrogant tone.

"Don't worry, Brother Long. This is the territory of our righteous group, who would be so unrighteous and dare to come here to spread wild. The bastard who was watching the scene smiled, "By the way, Brother Long, there are a few girls over there who are very punctual, and I have already mixed something in their wine." Tonight you can ...... Hey hey"

"Good boy, you have a heart. Let me promote you another day. The man with the cigar in his mouth patted the bastard on the shoulder and said with a lewd smile on his face.

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"Brother Sanmao, it's all been notified." The little monkey walked back to Hong Jingbao and whispered.

"Well, you go and turn off the electric gate now, and we'll do it in five minutes." Hong Jingbao nodded.

The little monkey said yes, slipped to the back of the Dark Phoenix Ballroom, and found the location of the electric switch.

"Brother Sanmao said that he would do it in five minutes, I'll see if the time is up?" The little monkey rolled up his sleeves to reveal a fluorescent electronic watch, and the watch hand was still clicking and walking.

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"Okay, it's time!" The little monkey screamed, and pulled the electric switch down in one fell swoop.

The neon lights outside the Dark Phoenix Ballroom dimmed instantly, and then the noisy music in the ballroom suddenly disappeared, and someone shouted: "The power is out!" ”

As soon as the little monkey jumped up and rushed back to the dance hall, he saw that it had already been made into a pot of porridge.

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After Hong Jingbao sent the little monkey to pull the electric switch, he quietly opened his palm and shook it, conveying the order to start five minutes later.

Everyone was counting the time in their hearts, and their eyes were constantly scanning the surroundings to choose the right weapons and opponents.

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Five minutes later, the lights in the ballroom suddenly dimmed, and as soon as the music stopped, people were in a mess.

Hong Jingbao, who was sitting there quietly drinking, rushed out like a cheetah, carrying a Carlsberg beer bottle in his hand.

Syllable!

After jumping three steps, Hong Jingbao slammed the wine bottle into Huang Jinkai's head.

Hong Jingbao has practiced this action many times in his heart, and it is absolutely impossible to miss.

Sure enough, there was a crisp sound, and the wine bottle in Hong Jingbao's hand exploded directly.

"I'm Nyima!" Huang Jinkai scolded angrily, he didn't even think about it, and instinctively kicked over.

Hong Jingbao flashed suddenly, dodged, and at the same time stabbed forward with the broken wine bottle in his hand, and suddenly stabbed Huang Jinkai's men.

With a thud, the subordinate screamed in pain.

Hong Kyung-bao kicked the subordinate to his stomach with a sweeping leg, followed by a punch that knocked him unconscious.

"Which cousin's brother, what is the festival, Ming Daoming rushed at me. This kind of smearing and fighting black boxing is not a hero's doing. Huang Jinkai was attacked by someone in the dark, and he was stunned all of a sudden, and he didn't know who beat him at all.

At this moment, his eyes could not see at all, and he heard the muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh in the ballroom, and the terrible howls of his own men.

Huang Jinkai was a good man who didn't suffer the loss in front of him, and immediately showed the font size.

"I'll go to the heroes of Nima." Hong Jingbao saw that he was still putting on a fight, and punched him angrily.

But halfway through the punch, he suddenly heard a sound of wind and quickly hit him.

Hong Jingbao secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly shrank his head back, but it was still a little late, and Huang Jinkai slashed his mouth, and blood flowed out in an instant.

Hong Jingbao felt a pain in his mouth, and then he felt the blood flowing into his mouth, a salty and astringent taste.

"Hit the streets! Dare to yin me! The injured Hong Jingbao was like an elephant in heat, not only did not flinch, but rushed towards Huang Jinkai's knife.

Huang Jinkai heard that he had a successful move, thinking that he could force Hong Jingbao back, but he didn't expect that the blood would increase his ferocity, and he was completely defenseless.

Bang!

Hong Jingbao punched Huang Jinkai until he flew up, fell to the ground and continued to kick dozens of feet.

At this time, after some scuffle, Huang Jinkai's men had been cleaned up by all the martial artists.

Seeing that Hong Jingbao was still kicking Huang Jinkai, he rolled on the ground and begged for mercy. Several veteran martial artists were also afraid of causing trouble, so they hurriedly came up and stopped Hong Jingbao.

Fighting as a martial artist is a piece of cake, but making a fuss is very different.

Hong Jingbao struggled and planned to fight again, but he was still persuaded by the martial artists to leave the scene.

"Brother Sanmao, you're injured." Zhong Fa saw a pool of blood on Hong Jingbao's mouth, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"It doesn't matter, just go back and stick an OK bandage." Hong Jingbao said with a big grin.

"Don't be careless, let's go to the hospital and have a look, in case it breaks, it won't be easy." Yuan Bin persuaded.

Hong Jingbao is also afraid that if he really breaks his appearance, he won't be able to make a movie, "Then find a safe hospital and don't let others know." ”

led people to fight, but everyone was fine, but he hung up the lottery, and Hong Jingbao felt a little ashamed on his face.

The martial artists nodded and took him to a private medical hall, which was also a place where Dao brothers often came.

The brothers on the road often fight, use knives and guns, and inevitably get injured.

If you go to a regular hospital, you are likely to attract the attention of the police, so many people go to private medical clinics.

The doctor at this private clinic was also from a regular hospital before, but his hands and feet were a little unclean, so after being dismissed, he simply opened an underground clinic on his own.

With good medical skills, he has also saved many people, and he is somewhat famous in the Tao.

After the doctor examined Hong Jingbao's wounds, he said with a smile, "It's thanks to you that you came to me, otherwise it would have been broken." This knife is really deep. ”

Hong Jingbao didn't take it seriously, but when he heard the doctor say this, he couldn't help but be a little nervous, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth.

"Doctor, it's not serious, can it be cured?" Yuan Bin asked worriedly.

They are actors, and if they break their appearance, they can only turn to the background.

But the actors and behind the scenes, this remuneration is very different.

Although Hong Jingbao didn't dare to make a sound, his eyes looked at the doctor vigorously, like an injured puppy.

"Thankfully, you arrived just in time, and by the time I stitch up the wound, I should be able to heal it. However, there is bound to be a scar on the mouth. The doctor said.

"Can you not leave a scar?" Zhong Fa asked.

"If you can't do it, no matter how good the doctor is, no matter how good the suturing skills are, you still have to leave a scar. The difference is just the size of the scar. I will try my best to keep the scar to a minimum. The doctor replied.

When Hong Jingbao heard this, his face couldn't help but darken.

No matter how small the scar is, it can be regarded as broken, I can't imagine that I am so unlucky, where the injury is not good, but it is injured on the face, God really doesn't let me eat this bowl of rice.

When Zhong Fa saw that the doctor said this, he didn't ask any more, "Since that's the case, let's quickly stitch him up." ”

The doctor nodded, and after disinfecting, he helped Hong Jingbao stitch up the wound.

"Remember that the wound can't get wet, and after seven days, come to me for stitch removal." After the treatment, the doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs and said to Zhong Fa and the others.

Zhong Fa and the others nodded, and left with Hong Jingbao, who had been injected with an anesthetic needle and was still a little confused at the moment.