Chapter 2: Hitting people is not harmonious
"Ahββ! Whoever did it, come out! "The roar was a little man with a green hat.
βfuckοΌ How so? Which bastard did it? Isn't it you? The blond man glared angrily, angrily grabbed the green-headed thug's hair, and lifted the other man up with one hand.
The green-haired thug patted the blonde man's hand desperately: "Let go, let go, it's not me, look at my car, my window glass was also smashed." β
The blond man looked down, and really, the window glass on the side of the cockpit of the two's car was smashed, and he let go of the green-headed thug.
The green-headed thug rubbed his aching scalp and was about to curse a few words angrily, when he saw the stout body of the blonde man, he held back.
Soon, there was an angry howl outside the bar.
"Ahββ! My glass! β
A dozen coquettish cars were parked in a row in the parking space across the door from the 'glass bar', and the windows of these cars were all smashed.
"Wait, whose car is this, and how is his car intact?" The green-headed gangsters inspected one car after another, and finally found the only BMW sports car, only the window glass of this car was not smashed.
A group of angry car owners immediately gathered around.
"Who, whose car is this? Dig out the owner of the BMW for me, this bastard must have done it, let me kill him. The blond man shouted angrily.
"The car is parked here, and the people must still be in the bar!" The green-headed thug immediately replied smartly.
Colorful dim bar.
Why sit in a daze on a window chair in the corner of the bar, unaware of the angry yelling outside the bar.
'Falling Chicken', a western city full of alcohol and passion, if there is no bloody brawl every night, the excess hormones of those idle men who are in pain have nowhere to vent.
"Sir, don't you really want a glass of wine? Our 'Flame' special tonight is only $8 a cup. The waitress asked with a smile.
Well, have a drink! Why pay a hundred dollars, not because the waitress should be good-looking, but because she is from country Z, why bother with her own people, usually not too bad, eh! Usually.
"Okay!" The beautiful waitress was very nimble in her hands and feet, and soon served him a glass of colorful wine.
"Sir, 'Blaze', this is looking for your money!" The beautiful waitress said happily that she had worked part-time at this bar for so long that she rarely saw her own compatriots visiting.
"When it's a tip, don't bother me again, I want to be quiet." Why bother to say without looking back.
"Oh!" The beautiful waitress is very strange, how can she come to such a place quietly? The environment of the bar is so noisy.
It's a pity she didn't see a big brick under her feet.
Why bother to be quiet, he thought that he would be able to gain experience points by getting the car, but he broke the window glass of a car, pulled out the ignition under the steering wheel and started the car, and the system did not react, and there was no hint of increasing experience or anything like that.
Could it be that the experience is random, why bother to play the beautiful character of never giving up and perseverance, and the system still does not respond after a dozen cars before it is stopped.
"Dingββ! Destroy more than 10 vehicles, activate the 'Car God' dungeon, and increase your experience by 800 points."
Why bother with bright eyes, it took so long to react, this rotten mobile phone system, is it delayed, or stuck, or playing with me.
Why bother to open the mobile phone system, see that his experience value has changed from 532 points to 1332 points, breathe a sigh of relief, and finally found a way to upgrade.
Why bother nodded with satisfaction, to make persistent efforts, tomorrow to upgrade the equipment, ready bricks for hammers.
"What are you doing around my car? I've never seen a luxury car, so get out of the way! A guy with a pale face and black eyes walked out of the bar with two beautiful women in his arms, and when he saw a group of people surrounding his car, he immediately scolded.
"Is this your car?" The green-headed thug asked, he had just been pulled by the blonde man's hair, and now his skull still hurt a little, but he was sure that he couldn't do it with the blonde man, and it was more than enough to this little white face with his feet floating.
"It's not cool!" The little white face with black eyes obviously drank a lot of wine, and his mouth was full of wine, this guy couldn't see the situation clearly, and arrogantly pushed the green-headed gangster and said: "Lao Tzu is rich, has women, and has luxury cars, do you bite me?" β
The little white face with black eyes took out the car keys and shook them.
"See, BMW, Z8, have you seen it, have you ever driven it, a piece of window glass is more expensive than your poor acid whole car." The black-eyed little white face reached out and patted the window glass of his BMW, and when he looked up, he found that the atmosphere was a little quiet.
β.β¦..β
"It's a real hammer, it's this little white face who smashed our car window and him!" The green-headed thug suddenly jumped to his feet and slammed his fist into the black-eyed man's head.
Coming out of the bar, who hasn't drunk a few glasses of wine, how can he still think calmly at this time, the black-eyed little white face drives this kind of luxury car, the family may be either rich or expensive, and it is not easy to offend, after the green-headed gangster started, the angry car owners immediately followed up, and a storm of fists and feet was added, and the black-eyed little white face was instantly turned to the ground.
"Smash his car!"
"Fuck, it's amazing to be rich, don't get in my way, let me fuck him from behind." A stout shouted.
β.β¦..β All the car owners have a black line, this bastard nigga, ruining the rhythm and atmosphere of the beating.
"Boss, it's not good, there's another fight outside." The beautiful waitress hurriedly ran to the office on the second floor to report to the bar owner.
"Call the police! Call Pete. The barkeeper said habitually, "There are fights here every day, and it's strange that there are no fights one day."
"No, boss, more than a dozen of them will beat one person, and they will kill people!" The beautiful waitress is worried.
"Huh?" The bar owner was startled and quickly opened the curtains and looked outside.
The black-eyed little white-faced person is paralyzed, the car is rotten, and the woman is robbed.
"Report, call the police!"
Why bother walking out of the bar with your hands in your pockets.
"Hey, buddy, that bastard smashed our car window, come over and kick him a few times." A car owner greeted Hob.
"Nope! Hitting people is not harmonious! "Why bother to start the car, He Sir really treats everyone equally, and his own window glass is also broken.
As for the unlucky little white face, when he just parked the car, he glared at him with his nostrils, and scolded why he was a yellow-skinned pig for no reason.
"Ahββ!h
He had just driven the car out of the parking lot when he heard an even more terrible howl behind him.
"Ahh My money, this bastard stole my money! β
"All my money is gone, and I still have a watch."
"Mine too!"
"Fuck, so rich and stealing money, I mean really, let me fuck him from behind." The stout was obsessed with the back of the little white face.
Why bother driving the car, wandering in the night of this colorful city, the night wind blowing his face from the broken glass window, He Sir couldn't help but sigh a little, Citi people, too aggressive, not very harmonious.