After Wei Ren arrived at the back kitchen, he first walked towards the sink, and after washing his face well, he felt a little sober, and then smiled at a few chefs who noticed him and asked, "Which knife is not fast?" ”

After a chef glanced at Wei Ren, he thought that he had come over to sharpen his knife regularly, so he casually pointed to a large machete for chopping bones and said, "It's not fast, but there's no need to sharpen, what are you going to do?" ”

Wei Ren didn't pay any attention to him at all, and picked up the bloodstained and greasy machete behind him, weighed it twice in his hand, and then turned around and walked out of the back kitchen.

"Huh? Isn't it the day to sharpen knives? The chef muttered in confusion, then turned around and went on cooking.

Wei Ren walked out of the back kitchen with a machete, and walked directly to the National Day table.

After arriving at the front, Wei Ren put his hands behind his back with a smile, and then leaned down to Liang Feng and asked, "How do you call your buddy?" ”

Suddenly someone was talking behind your back, which was really startling, so Liang Feng was full of cleverness, and immediately turned his head to look at Wei Ren, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Who the are you?" ”

"Ah, I heard you say that you cleaned up Liu Zhu today?" Wei Ren asked Liang Feng with a smile.

As soon as many people on the table heard Wei Ren's words, they obviously felt that this person must have bad intentions, but only one big tiger forced Liang Feng to feel that people were praising him, so he stiffened his neck and said, "What's the matter?" Can't you clean him up? ”

"Huh...... Okay, I didn't say no! Wei Ren nodded and said.

"What's wrong with you?" Liang Feng looked at Wei Ren and asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you, it's all a mouth if you pretend to be forced to be big!" After Wei Ren finished speaking, he directly pulled out the hand behind his back, a machete that was more than a meter long and an adult's palm-width was directly riveted and picked it up, and chopped it towards Liang Feng!

"Oh, fuck you, is this a paddle or a washboard?" The people sitting directly opposite Liang Feng looked at the guy in Wei Ren's hand in a daze, and shouted in a loud voice!

"Poof!"

Liang Feng was about to turn around and run, but he suddenly felt as if he was choking wherever he went, and the look in the eyes of the person opposite was going to kill him, so Liang Feng gritted his teeth and turned around and rushed towards the table, which made him dodge the fatal knife, because Wei Ren was obviously on top, so the knife that ran for his neck and head directly chopped Liang Feng's ass with the sound of breaking wind!

"Whew......" Liang Feng shouted in an instant, and then raised his leg and kicked on Wei Ren, who was still about to step forward, and with the help of inertia, Liang Feng directly turned over on the table and ran to the other side.

When Wei Ren shook his head and was about to make a move, the people and his brothers all picked up the beer bottles in their hands or the murder weapons they carried with them, and they were ready to fight back.

Wei Ren glanced at his beard, grabbed the machete in his hand with both hands, and slashed it horizontally, on the one hand, because he used his strength too much, and on the other hand, because this knife is usually used to chop bones, and no one cleaned up over time, so the gap between the blade and the grip became bigger and bigger, and this time it flew directly over!

"Oh, he can also throw knives?" Liang Feng hid under the table and shouted dumbfounded.

"Fuck you, is that a drop of blood?" Guoqing stretched out his hand and gave Liang Feng a head and shouted.

After dodging the flying blades, Komin and his brothers stepped forward again, and Komin shouted with a beer bottle in his hand, "Are you going to live?" Can martial arts? him! ”

With this voice of the people, all the brothers suddenly rushed up.

"Huh? What has this old Wei been doing for so long? Are you lying in the toilet? Huang Shan stood up in confusion and wanted to go out to have a look, but before he could go out, the waiter had already pushed open the door and ran in and shouted, "Brother Huang, that friend of yours is fighting with someone below!" ”

"What's that?" Huang Shan was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously didn't think about Wei Ren, because Wei Ren he didn't know very well, and there were many people who came to this hotel every day, and they could basically say that they were friends of Huang Shan, so it wasn't necessarily Wei Ren if someone fought, Huang Shan turned his head to the pillar and said, "I'll go down and see Ang, you wait in the house!" ”

"Well, by the way, take a look at Brother Da Wei!" Liu Zhu nodded and didn't take it seriously, and continued to sit alone drinking wine and eating food.

Lao Huang just went downstairs and didn't wait for the hall, and suddenly found that Wei Ren was covered in blood, and he was carrying a stool in embarrassment and was fighting with three or four national brothers, and there were already two people lying on the ground at this time.

Wei Ren carried the stool, and the tiger was crazy and vigorous, and the people and the other brothers didn't dare to step forward and stretch out their hands at all, after all, it was impossible for anyone to come over to eat and bring a guy who was specially used to fight, so in the face of Wei Ren, a player who had a bit of a routine, the national who specialized in the two brothers felt that the battle was so difficult for the first time!

"Fuck you, fuck you!" Wei Ren looked at the opposite side a little timidly, and decided to take the initiative to attack, and once again held his stool high and blew the trumpet towards the people.

As soon as Wei Ren took the initiative to move forward, the people and the others collectively retreated.

"Don't push me, can you stop pushing?" The people danced and raised their hands to resist Wei Ren's crazy stool attack, and kept shouting at the shrunken brothers behind them.

"Second brother, you just go up, you grab his stool, and we'll him!" A little brother hid behind the Nationals and shouted with his mouth open.

"Fuck you, how am I going to catch it! Oh, I can't even go up! The people made Wei Ren's two stools a little anxious, but they still shouted to the brothers behind them.

"As soon as you close your fucking glasses, don't look at his stool, the more you look, the more fucking scared you get!" The little brother shouted at the nation.

"it, I'm over it with my eyes closed, I'm gone! Can you put the stool down? Can you fight according to the fucking routine? Several large bags shouted on the heads of the people.

Wei Ren didn't care about that, he single-mindedly picked up the stool, and after four or five people approached the corner, he settled all the battles alone.

Lao Huang At this time, you said to go up and stop it, it's not like that, after all, Wei Ren did a group of people on the other side by himself, and they didn't suffer a loss, but you said don't stop it, after all, the National Day and the national brothers are all famous recently, and they can be regarded as nodding friends with themselves, Lao Huang is the hottest person who is unwilling, so Lao Huang is a little difficult to stand in place and not say a word.

At this time, a little brother who was hiding behind the table with Guoqing and Liang Feng on the side, not far away, who did not participate in the battle group, lowered his head and quietly reached out and took out a handful of broken hands from his pocket, and after bounced away, he stood up and rushed towards Wei Ren, who was not paying attention to him.

Lao Huang couldn't help but laugh when he saw this!