Wang Bo is not a singer, nor is he a performer, he can neither play the piano nor compose music, but as an ordinary person, he still has the aesthetics of an ordinary person.

He didn't know what high-pitched bass, true and falsetto, and he only had two kinds of appreciation for music.

Good to hear, as well as bad to hear.

But today, the man in the white suit has refreshed Wang Bo's understanding of music.

The pentatonic insufficiency seems to be for this kind of person.

Compared with the young lady who was reluctant to sing on the stage, his singing voice was basically no longer in pitch, and his singing was very ugly, but even so, the people around him still received rave reviews.

It's simply a large-scale touting scene, Wang Bo can't help but sympathize with this group of applauding people, it's not easy to be a little brother. At least the kung fu of sycophants still has to be learned.

Wang Bo couldn't help but rejoice that he was lucky, he didn't need to be a little brother to others, and he didn't need to learn the skills of being afraid of sycophants.

Wang Bo continued to look around, his gaze sweeping over the scene.

Next to the stage, the desperate brother Taishan was hanged up, with a blue nose and swollen face, and he was obviously beaten socially.

Taishan, who was hoisted, looked at the door pitifully, looking forward to it. When he saw Wang Bo walking in, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Fat, I'm here, save me, come and save me quickly." ”

This heart-rending cry for help spread throughout the nightclub.

For a while, everyone turned their eyes to the door, Wang Bo's body. Many people in black stood up in unison, ready to move.

Wang Bo walked down and asked, "Who made the call just now?" ”

Next to the man in the white suit, a man with a flat head stood up, his eyes looked directly at Wang Bo, looking at Wang Bo's empty hands, his face suddenly became ugly, and he said slowly: "I made the call, I asked you to bring money, but you came empty-handed and played me." ”

Wang Bo walked through the crowd, walked in front of the flat-headed man, and said calmly: "I have the money, but I just want to ask you, why do you give it to you?" ”

"Your brother Tarzan owes our boss money. It is only natural to repay the arrears. The flat-headed man said.

"What's my business?" Wang Bo asked rhetorically.

The flat-headed man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Wang Bo up and down, and sneered, "Okay, enough seeds, come on, put Taishan down and break his two legs." ”

Taishan looked confused, and then wailed loudly, "me, I'm your brother who worshipped the handle, you can't ignore me, I don't want to be a cripple, I don't want to be a cripple!" ”

The flat-headed man sneered.

Several black-clothed brothers hurriedly stepped forward and put Taishan down, and one of them held a baseball bat and swung it vigorously a few times.

When Taishan saw it, his face turned green, "Play with your life, you are not human, you bastard, I am your brother, you are none of my business now, I will not let you go if I am a ghost, play with life, play with life, save me, play with life, I was wrong, I was really wrong." ”

"Stop!" Wang Bo saw that Taishan seemed to have a tendency to sincerely repent, and couldn't help shouting.

The little brother in black couldn't help but be stunned.

The flat-headed man glared at this guy and scolded angrily: "Don't do it yet, is he your boss, or am I your boss." ”

The little brother in black nodded hurriedly, raised the baseball bat, and smashed it hard towards Tarzan's leg.

Ahh......h

Before the baseball bat could be smashed, Tarzan let out a terrible wail.

The listener is sad, and the hearer is in tears.

Wang Bo shook his head, grabbed the flat-headed man's collar like lightning, and shook it vigorously while the other party didn't react.

Sou!

The big living man of more than 100 catties was easily thrown out by Wang Bo and smashed on the black-clothed brother who was wielding a baseball bat, and the huge impact smashed the black-clothed brother away.

The two couldn't help but roll into a ball.

The man in the white suit couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, and then he was furious, "Since you dare to do something to my person, flatten him!" ”

In an instant, the entire nightclub was crowded with people from all directions.

Wang Bo raised his foot and kicked the man in the white suit away, this guy should be the boss of this group.

The flat-headed man sitting next to him just now should be the second-in-command in this group.

After the man in white was kicked away, he was caught by seven or eight panicked little brothers in black.

"Brother Rong, are you okay, Brother Rong."

"Brother Rong, what's wrong with you, Brother Rong."

"Brother Rong, Brother Rong......"

It turns out that this guy's name is Brother Rong, and it should be a nickname.

Wang Bo thought so.

Brother Rong, who was kicked away, covered his chest, coughed a few times with difficulty, and pointed at Wang Bo with a trembling hand, "Hit ...... Beat...... Shoot him to death!! ”

So, the younger brothers who got the order rushed up one by one without fear of death.

But alas, there is no one who can fight.

In the final analysis, it was just a group of ordinary people, Wang Bo waved his fists and flew one by one. After a dozen punches, more than a dozen black-clothed little brothers were smashed away.

The people behind are still rushing forward.

When Hong Kong Island has not yet returned, the little brothers in the mixed society have a ruthless spirit. I don't know how many people have risen all the way up with this ruthlessness and become the talkers of some gangs.

However, this ruthlessness is nothing in front of Wang Bo.

Wang Bo punches one, and dozens of junior brothers are just a matter of dozens of punches. Not even three or five minutes, there was no one standing in front of Wang Bo.

Taishan walked over with a look of amazement and stabbed Wang Bo in the abdomen with his elbow, "Wow, play hard, when did you become so capable of fighting." ”

He knew that he had a good skill in playing with his life, and it was a piece of cake to fight three or five people.

But he really didn't know that he was so powerful that it would not be a problem to beat thirty or fifty people.

None of the boxing champions are so hanging.

Wang Bo glared at him angrily, he didn't have a good impression of this cheeky guy at all.

"This time is the last time I'll save you, if you ......"

"By the way, you wait a minute!"

Before Wang Bo finished speaking, he saw Taishan running in front of the man in white, and said arrogantly: "See, play with your life, my little brother, my little brother can beat you dozens of times, dare to rob me of horses, you are the oldest, big head Rong!" ”

Wang Bo: ......

This guy is really dead, Wang Bo is too lazy to take care of Taishan, so he turned around and left.

After he replaced his life, he thought that he was enough for this guy, and the two were not related, but Wang Bo not only gave him a huge sum of money, but this time he even went to fight in person.

You know, it's tiring to have a fight. In order not to kill these guys with one punch, Wang Bo must accurately master the power of the punch and only injure the opponent, not kill him.