In the hall, everyone looked at the corridor in the back kitchen, but the song "Happy Birthday" was finished and the cake was not pushed out.

Tan Ning frowned and shouted to the boss of the bar in the distance, "Boss, why don't you just have a birthday cake, how can you get married?" Do you have to go over and pick up a kiss? Where did the whole go? ”

The boss also wondered, what about this cake? So he hurriedly hugged Tan Ning and Song Zheng's side, signaled for a while, and then walked briskly towards the back kitchen.

Before the boss could enter the hallway, he saw a chef covered in cream running out with his head in his arms.

The boss pressed the chef down, and then looked at him dumbfounded and asked, "Where's the cake?" Did you make it? You didn't finish it, are you going to take it away? ”

Before the boss could finish speaking, a howl like a savage suddenly came, and then a figure rushed out like lightning and reached out with a large electric cannon directly on the back of the chef's head, and instantly bowed his head to the chef and drilled out of the hall.

Immediately, the little horn glared and shouted, "Cao Nima's, are you still going to ambush me?" I practiced monkey boxing when I was a kid, don't you? As he spoke, the little trumpet also came to a white crane with bright wings, and he drew twice.

At this moment, the hall was silent......

Song Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at the little horn and didn't understand what it meant, and Tan Ning also opened his mouth wide and said, "Please perform?" ”

"No?" Song Zheng subconsciously replied.

Before these people could finish wondering, the little brothers who had basically transformed after drinking too much appeared behind him with beer bottles and benches, staring around with red eyes and shouting, "Where are the people?" What about Ji Dechen? ”

"Cao Nima's, I've long wanted to fight with Ji Deming? Didn't he kill people? Do you think I can kill him today? ”

"him!"

The chaotic shouts came out of the mouths of the little brothers behind the little speaker, which made Song Zheng, who looked at them like monkeys, also stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look around, and then asked Tan Ning, "Ji Deming is here?" ”

At this time, Tan Ning also glanced around, and then said inexplicably, "No, right?" Haven't you come out yet? ”

The owner of the hotel didn't care so much, and when he saw the little horn, his lips trembled and shouted, "What the are you doing here?" ”

"Fuck you, where's Ji Dechen?" The little horn stretched out his hand and put a pestle on the boss's chest, and asked after giving the boss a blow.

"Oh fuck, who the fuck are you?" The boss shouted with his head in his hands.

"I'm your trumpet!" Xiao Horn didn't know if he really drank too much at this time, or if he was a little afraid that Ji Dechen and they really came over after listening to Xiao Xu's words before, and shouted like a psychopath, and then raised his foot and stepped on the boss's head, and the brothers also began to kick the owner of the hotel as if they had found a cathartic point.

"What the fuck is this?" Tan Ning couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, scratching his head and asking Song Zheng.

Song Zheng's face turned pale, and he stood up directly, and then said to Qiqi: "You take your friends, they go first, daughter-in-law!" ”

Qiqi quickly stood up sensibly, and Zhang Luo said, "Let's go first, let's go first......"

Tan Ning and his two little brothers reached out and picked up the beer bottle on the table, and then glanced at Song Zheng.

Song Zheng stretched out his hand on the table and swiped it, and then walked towards the group of little hooligans who were still beating up the boss.

"Dude, have you ever practiced monkey boxing?" After Song Zheng arrived, he asked with a smile at the little speaker.

"What's going on?" Xiao Horn subconsciously replied and then turned to look at Song Zheng, before he could see who it was, Song Zheng reached out and grabbed Xiao Horn's neck, and he didn't know what was in his right hand and slammed it towards Xiao Horn's face.

"Puff ......"

"Huh?"

Little Trumpet raised an eyebrow, and then a sharp pain spread from both sides of his face and mouth.

At this time, a chopstick on the face of the little horn penetrated the left and right sides of the face, and the blood began to drip down.

"Ah...... Ahhhh......h

The little brothers who were beating the boss didn't care who was on the other side after hearing the screams, anyway, it must hurt if their eldest brother shouted like this, who could shout if it didn't hurt, so they instantly targeted Song Zheng and rushed towards Song Zheng.

Tan Ning is a player who can't pull it down for a while, not to mention that one of his arms is disabled now, that is, his fucking leg is disabled, and the fighter who is fighting is also screaming forward, casually raised his hand directly, and a wine bottle was dried on the head of the first person who rushed up, and then he held the remaining wine bottle, gritted his teeth, and pierced the back of the neck of the person who bent down.

Song Zheng didn't care about others, he didn't take it lightly or heavily, he grabbed one of them and chased after the little horn that had already run back.

The frightened little horn endured the severe pain and ran towards his private room, and when he entered the house, he immediately locked the door, and then reached out and took out the phone and began to press the phone of his eldest brother Fuming and began to call.

Fu Ming, who was playing poker with a friend, had a dead phone, so he didn't receive a call, and Xiao Horn blinked his eyes and started calling Duck and Xiao Xu.

Song Zheng, who chased after him outside the door, saw the cake that was knocked over on the ground at a glance, and immediately understood what was going on Song Zheng saw the watermelon knife on the ground at a glance, and after picking it up, he kicked it towards the door of the private room, kicking and chopping the door with a machete.

Finally, the little horn dialed the duck's phone in a panic.

"Hello? Who is it? The duck picked up the phone in his sleep and asked impatiently.

"Whoa...... Wrap ...... May Fourth, Salar and Eight ...... "The little speaker who didn't dare to move kept crying and shouting into the phone to say something.

"What the hell is a pressure cooker? What the are you arms dealers? What is this thing called? Dogs? The duck couldn't understand the wolf crying on the other side, and after scolding, he hung up the phone directly.

The little horn listened to the crazy kicking of the door outside by Song Zheng, Xiao Xu Fuming didn't answer the phone, and the duck's phone was turned off again, so he threw down the phone and walked to the door of the private room after thinking about it, knelt down directly, and then stretched out his hand to open the door.

But before the little speaker opened the door, Song Zheng outside the door had already kicked the door open with all his strength, and then rushed in with a watermelon knife.