That night, I didn't have to go to the ghost market, and it was boring to stay in the hotel, so I just wandered outside. By nine o'clock in the evening, I was tired of shopping, so I decided to go back to bed. But when I passed a tavern, I saw that it seemed to be very lively, and many people were shouting.

I walked in and saw that they were watching a football game. I thought to myself, since there is no one to accompany me, then I can also go in and join in the fun. Also, I don't drink much alcohol, but I suddenly miss the taste of alcohol. So I walked in, ordered a beer, and stood at the back of the crowd watching the game on the big screen.

It was a match between two foreign teams, and I wasn't really a fan, so I was just going to watch it. I applauded when others applauded, and I laughed when others scolded my mother, and just like that, before I knew it, I managed to kill another hour and a half.

After the game, the crowd dispersed. But I didn't want to leave yet, so I sat at the bar and continued to drink beer, and I didn't order snacks, so I drank dry. When I drank the slightly bitter taste of wine in my mouth, I actually felt that it was particularly reflected in my state of mind at this time. And the anesthetic effect of alcohol is more like a drug for me now, relaxing my mind and soothing my nerves.

So, I finished one bottle, ordered another, and drank bottle after bottle. By the time I got to the fifth bottle, I was already a little dizzy from the average amount of alcohol, but I was able to stay awake a little.

Without the noise, when I sat alone and drank, I couldn't help but think of what was on my mind. The breakup with Han Jie hit me harder than the previous breakup with Huang Lijun, and the heartache was more unforgettable.

First love is precious, but Han Jie and I have been dating for a few years, and we have long been accustomed to having her by my side, not to mention that we have both started to talk about marriage and have made future life plans for this.

But now, it's all gone!

By the time the sixth or seventh bottle was drunk, there was a lot of noise in the bar. However, this time it was not a new ball game, but a dispute. There was a table of guests who thought that a plate of grilled fish was burnt, and when they were not satisfied, they began to curse and have to ask the boss for an explanation.

There were four men sitting at that table, all of them fat-headed and big-eared, and bare-chested, showing a few tattoos. They took advantage of the strength of the wine, and spoke very loudly, and there was not a word without dirty words.

The waiter who was scolded was just a young man who was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he stood there and was stunned by the scolding.

The owner of the bar had been busy in the kitchen just now, and now he hurried out from the back. He went up and said sorry first, and promised to bake a new one for the guests. But the four guys relentlessly took the opportunity to ask for a waiver.

The boss's expression was very embarrassed, and he said, "I'm only a small business here, so it's really inevitable to ......."

Before the boss could finish speaking, the guys began to shout and curse again, and their attitudes were particularly arrogant.

One of the bald heads pointed at the boss fiercely and threatened: "Shame on your face, believe it or not, I'll smash your store now!" ”

The boss was frightened and apologized vigorously. But it's really embarrassing to let him be exempted from this table!

I grew up in a restaurant since I was a child, and I've always been in this business, and the most disgusting thing is this kind of guest who wants to eat overlord meals. So, I walked over with a bottle of wine and drank it.

When the guests at that table saw me coming, they couldn't figure out what I was doing for a while, and they all looked at me. The boss didn't know me or what I wanted to do, and the atmosphere stopped all of a sudden.

I grabbed the grilled fish and looked at it. Well, the heat is a little too much, especially the tail is a little scorched, which is the most common mistake for novices. But the fish wasn't burnt, so it wasn't too much to eat.

I said, "Even if I ordered this grilled fish, I like to eat it a little burnt!" ”

"Who the hell are you?" The bald head scolded viciously.

I put the fish back on the plate and said to the bald head, "Since you don't think this fish is well grilled, just give me a meal first, and let the boss bake it for you again!" Isn't this going to be solved? ”

"What's the matter? Is there a place for you to speak? ”

"After drinking a few bottles of horse urine, I thought you were awesome?"

"Fuck off! Silly X! ”

"Look at your cowardly look, I want to eat leftovers and pick them up in the trash can over there!"

A few big men laughed, thinking that I had just drunk too much and came here to join in the fun.

I laughed along, and drank the rest of the small half bottle in one gulp. The bald head sat closest to me, and I picked up the bottle and hit him on the head!

The bottle shattered, and the bald head was bleeding from his head!

The bald head was quite hard, and I knocked on a wine bottle, but I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't cry out in pain. I smiled "hehe", turned around and ran after the fight, it was really enjoyable!

"Catch him!"

"Grab this shit! Kill him! ”

"Don't run!"

The four big men finally reacted, lifted the table, and chased them out. They cursed incessantly, and they were angry. I guess they couldn't imagine that someone would dare to break ground on their heads!

I drank too much, but I couldn't run slower than them. I turned two streets and slipped into an alley. At the other end of the alley was a construction site, and a barbed wire fence blocked my way. It's a dead end!

I stopped, took a few breaths, and then turned back and faced the mouth of the alley. At this time, the four big men finally caught up breathlessly. When they saw that I had run into a dead end, they couldn't help but laugh.

The bald head wiped a handful of blood and stinky sweat from the top of his head, put his hand in his mouth and licked it, and walked over with bad intentions. He pinched the bone joints in his hand with a "clattering" sound, and said viciously: "I see where else can you run?" ”

I'm laughing too, and laughing louder than they do!

I was ready to try. I'm more familiar with this area than they are, but I deliberately led them into this dead end. Because my fists are so itchy, I want to vent my grievances in the recent past!

As a result, both sides are approaching each other, and they are both wishful thinking in their hearts, feeling that they have settled on each other. I've checked it just now, and there's nothing in the alley, not even a trash can, so I can only fight this fight with my bare hands. Fortunately, the other party also chased after him in a hurry, and he didn't bring any guys with him.

I was alone, one against four, and I was still facing four big men. But I'm not afraid!

The other party was stunned when he saw me smiling weirdly. However, the bald head still waved his hand and shouted, "Cut him!" ”

He relied on his big size, and he actually rushed to the front.

My amount of alcohol was already very average, and my stamina at this time also came up, so I didn't care about what moves or tactics I played, so I rushed up and slammed my fists!

My explosiveness is quite good, and my strength is not small, and the bald head is slow to estimate my shots. When my fist hit the tip of his nose, he didn't have time to react, and a pair of triangular eyes stared at my fist in despair, almost becoming cross-eyed!

"Humph!"

The bald head snorted, and I was knocked unconscious by the first photo!

I heard the crisp "click" on the bridge of his nose, and my heart was very comfortable, and I wanted to yell and vent.

But the alcohol made me lose the flexibility of my movements. After a full blow, I couldn't hold back the castration at all, and at the same time I got a hard punch in the face!

Behind the bald head was a tall man, but his fists weren't strong enough. I didn't pour, I didn't even faint, I just felt like my face was burning.

At this time, I was numb to the pain, so I grabbed his arm and pulled it up, and my knee was directly on his little stomach!

The tall man bent over in pain, his expression contorted. I couldn't miss this comfortable battering position, and I landed a right hook to the cheek and knock him down.

Knocking over two in a row is already my limit. The fattest of the four men came up to my back at some point and strangled me with two arms the thickness of a sea bowl. His strength is much stronger than mine, and no matter how much I struggle, I can't break free!

My arms were clamped, and I lost my ability to attack, which was cheaper than the last man with the flower arm. He rounded his fist and struck me in the abdomen one after the other. I was so angry by him that I felt like my stomach was churning and the pain was unbearable.

"Wow!"

All the liquor, gastric juices, and undigested dinner in my stomach squirted out, and it was extremely accurate to paste the flower-armed man's face!

"Holy!"

The man with the flower arm screamed, and hurriedly wiped the dirt from his face with his hands. Then, he himself couldn't help but bend down and vomit!

"Hahaha!"

I laughed maniacally. It's so cool! I beat people very well, and I was very happy to be beaten!

Although the fat man behind him strangled me, he didn't have a good way to deal with me. He can't be angry enough to strangle me to death, right?

I desperately lowered my head, arched my back, and then suddenly exerted force in my waist and abdomen, and pushed the back of my head back!

"Click!"

Another crisp nasal bone snapping!

The fat man yelled and let go of me to cover his nose. I turned around and kicked him a few times, but his flesh was so thick that I couldn't kick it at all. I simply kicked him in the crotch with the last kick, and the fat man stopped covering his nose, changed his lower body, and fell.

I was thinking about whether to continue to kick him twice, when suddenly I received a heavy punch in the head, and suddenly my head felt dizzy and unsteady on my feet, and I fell to the ground!

Immediately, a man got on my back and punched me in the back of the head. Luckily, the person behind me wasn't the fat man, and his weight was limited, so I arched hard and knocked him to the ground. It turned out to be the flower-armed man who was vomited by me just now.

Flower arms don't mean iron arms, are more tattoos powerful?

I rolled over and pressed him down, and it was an old punch in the face!

The flower-armed man screamed in pain when I beat him, and begged for mercy one after another. I had enough of it and spat in his face before I stood up.

In a blink of an eye, three of the four big men just now fell to the ground, and the remaining fat man ran away with his crotch like a fat woman.

I dusted myself off and walked out of that cul-de-sac in style. The wine I had just drunk had been vomited out, and I felt a lot clearer.

Well, I think I could drink a little more!

I walked back to the tavern. The boss and the guy were sweeping the floor, and the overturned table was left with broken bowls, broken plates, and scraps. When they saw that I had come back in one piece, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

I sat back down at the bar and said to the boss, "Two more beers!" ”

The boss asked me, "What about the four people?" ”

I said triumphantly: "I beat them down!" ”

The owner was silent, dropped the mop, and brought me two beers from the bar.

"Thank you!" He said, "But I've already called the police, so you better take the wine and drink it somewhere else!" I'm free of charge for your wine! ”

I nodded, took my drink and left. The boss is probably worried that those guys will come back to make trouble, so he called the police, and I don't want to report to the police station again.

I returned to the hotel alone with two bottles of wine. I had already vomited up all my stock during the fight just now, and I couldn't find anything to eat at this time, so I watched TV and drank alcohol. Even so, before I knew it, I drank the wine, and then I fell asleep again.

When I woke up the next day, I almost couldn't get out of bed, and I felt like my bones were falling apart and aching. I slowly leaned against the wall and walked to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Oh, the corner of my left eye is swollen, and the cheekbone on my right is broken, and I almost don't recognize my own face!

My stomach hurt so much that I opened my clothes and saw that my abdomen was bruised. But the most uncomfortable part was still on the head, I reached into my hair and touched it, it was sticky. When he pulled out his hand, he saw that his fingers were covered in blood.

I continued to run my hand over the scars on my scalp, estimating the length and depth of the wounds. Fortunately, it shouldn't be too serious, and I didn't bother to go to the hospital for stitches, so I just found a few band-aids to put on.

At this time, I noticed that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and my stomach was already rumbling with hunger. I simply ordered takeout and hastily settled it in my room. There are no ghost markets tonight, so I'm going to spend the day in my room and get some rest.

But in the evening, I really want to drink again!

It was inconvenient to go to the same bar last night, and I didn't want to be approached by those four idiots for revenge, nor did I want to trouble the boss again. So, I went to another street and changed to a bar.

Strange to say, my head still hurts when I come, and I'm not sure if it's a migraine or a wound on my head, but no matter what kind of pain it is, two bottles of beer in my stomach don't hurt my head or face anymore!

So I kept drinking and drinking, and soon I couldn't count how many beers I had. When I drank until my stomach was bloated, I went to the toilet to relieve it, and I didn't get drunk after drinking for a few hours.

It seems that this kind of thing is practiced like strength. Without it, only drink more ears!