Still putting on an arrogant appearance, Bao Lei strode in front of Tang Guoming and Fu Xiaofei, and walked straight towards the target building. Obviously, because the conflict caused by the street was witnessed by too many people, some young black gangsters standing on the side of the street either avoided the alley early, or turned around stiffly, and did not even dare to touch Tang Guoming and others who were arrogant all the way

Lowering his head a little funny, Fu Xiaofei whispered to Tang Guoming, who was walking beside him: "Boss, don't you think we look like a modern African version of the Street Tiger?" ”

There was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Tang Guoming, who also noticed the dodging actions of those gangsters who avoided him, responded: "The big fist is the uncle, this principle can almost work anywhere!" To put it in a Sven sentence to describe the truth of justice, it is never within the range of cannons! ”

Obviously hearing the conversation between Tang Guoming and Fu Xiaofei, Bao Lei turned around and showed a smile to Tang Guoming and Fu Xiaofei, and then strode to the target building, and shouted arrogantly towards a black strong man guarding the entrance of the bar in front of the building: "Find us a comfortable position!" ”

With a cold face, the black strong man guarding the entrance of the bar condescendingly looked down at Bao Lei, who was a head shorter than himself, and slowly shook his head: "This is a membership-only bar, only open to members!" ”

Looking at the bar in front of the door, which was decorated in a bit of a rustic non-mainstream style, Bao Lei sneered and looked up at the black strong man in front of him: "Then you can quickly apply for a membership for us!" ”

Keeping up with Bao Lei's pace, Fu Xiaofei, who had already been mentally prepared for Bao Lei's deliberate arrogance, was also unusually domineering at the moment, reached out and grabbed a handful of banknotes from his waist bag, and slammed them on the chest of the black strong man: "Take it!" I'm afraid it's more than you can earn in a year, go buy yourself a new pair of shoes, and maybe a new T-shirt for you so that your belly doesn't have to be exposed outside your clothes? ”

In the unbridled ridicule, the strong black man who was in front of Bao Lei was suddenly furious, stretched out his hand and grabbed Bao Lei's neck, and shouted loudly: "Get out of my way"

Without dodging, he let the black strong man grab his neck, Bao Lei stared at the black strong man with his eyes, and his right hand had quickly touched out the submachine pistol hanging in front of him, and slammed the muzzle between the legs of the black strong man: "If you want to say goodbye to the pendant on your body, just move?" ”

Seeing the conflict between his companions and Bao Lei and the others, several strong men guarding the entrance of the bar suddenly rushed towards Bao Lei and the others with great momentum. But as soon as he saw Bao Lei holding the submachine pistol between the legs of his companions, several strong men stopped abruptly - seeing too many drunk drunks or street thugs who wanted to rush into the bar for a drink, but it was really rare to draw their guns to face each other in order to enter the bar?

It was just a moment of hesitation, but a strong man who had just stopped suddenly pressed his hand on the headset he was wearing, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the menacing Bao Lei and the others. However, after the blink of an eye, the strong man who pressed his hand on the earphone was very unwilling to shout at the black strong man who was in a stalemate with Bao Lei: "Let them in, they are VIPs!" ”

Although he was extremely suspicious, for his own safety, and because his companion had obviously received the instructions of the bar management, the strong man who was in a stalemate with Bao Lei suddenly let go of the slap that had been grabbed by Bao Lei's neck, and slowly turned sideways to the side.

With a cold snort, Bao Lei skillfully retracted the submachine pistol into the holster, and posed sideways towards Tang Guoming in a very dog-like manner. And by Bao Lei's side, Fu Xiaofei grabbed a small stack of banknotes from his waist bag again, and smashed it on the black man's stomach again arrogantly: "Go to an etiquette training course - you really need to learn how to respect a VIP!" ”

Under the courteous guidance of Bao Lei, he strode into the bar, and before Tang Guoming had time to take a look at the environment in the bar, a barmaid dressed up in a fancy way had already responded quickly: "Sir, a VIP box has been prepared for you, please come with me!" ”

Glancing at Bao Lei, Tang Guoming nodded slightly in agreement, and then followed the waitress who led the way, and walked along the circular corridor in the bar towards the inside of the bar.

Looking at the environment in the bar without a trace, Bao Lei looked at the black young people who were drinking unscrupulously in the deafening music in the bar, or huddled in the corner and swallowing the clouds, and pouted with disdain: "It's almost all alcohol and drugs, this is really a posture of living a day."

Following Bao Lei's side, Fu Xiaofei couldn't help but open his voice and responded: "Children in some parts of the country seem to have such a posture. It's just because of the strict domestic management, so it's a little better"

Stretching out his hand and patting his heart, Bao Lei replied: "Don't those children say that they only come into contact with these things because of the emptiness of their hearts?" In fact, that's - if you are really busy all day, how can you have that kung fu hypocrisy and emptiness, and you can't be busy with your own things! ”

Also squinting at the black youths who were wantonly looking for pleasure in the bar, Tang Guoming slightly quickened his pace and walked side by side with Bao Lei: "It seems that the scene we made on the street worked?" I guess it's not just Shi Nu who received a call from those little gangsters, but other characters also know that there are a few unscrupulous yellow people on the street, I'm afraid they are holding back their strength to touch our bottom line? ”

Raising his eyes to look at the waitress who had already put on a solemn posture outside the curtain of a box, Bao Lei couldn't help but smile slightly: "Touch our bottom line?" Then we'll have to see if they have that brain? Not to mention anything else, when we opened a restaurant, how many local gangsters came to the door to find out, and in the end, didn't they all think that we were just a few chefs who wanted to get rich and wanted to go crazy? ”

Stepping into the box, Bao Lei was like a bodyguard who was not too competent, first carefully glanced around the box, and then nodded to Tang Guoming, who stopped outside the curtain of the box. After Tang Guoming walked into the box and sat down, Bao Lei raised his voice and shouted to the waitress standing outside the box: "Water of Life, you should have it here, right?" ”

Without waiting for the waitress standing at the door of the box to say yes, a black man who was as fat as a mountain of meat had already moved to the door of the box out of breath, and shouted at Bao Lei in a hoarse voice: "Yes! Whenever you need it, it's all there! ”

Looking coldly at the mountain of black people, Bao Lei unceremoniously blocked the door of the box: "We didn't invite anyone!" ”

Grabbing a greasy handkerchief, the mountain of black men gasped and replied to Bao Lei, "But I invited you - I am the owner of this bar, you can call me Tongli, Meatball Tongli!" ”