Jiang Deqian realized that it was likely to be planted today, and he originally hoped that Hou Biao could do anything to help him, but he didn't expect this stinky monkey to persuade him to admit defeat.

He certainly disagreed.

Although his Jiang Shao's name is not very loud in Wuzhong, there is such a number one in the circle. Now his woman went to follow the man in a small bar, and not only did he not get it back, but he also lost to the man's wife. If this spreads, he Jiang won't mix in the Wuzhong area after he gets the money, and he will be laughed to death if he laughs!

Bishenghua had already dried up twelve bottles, and with a bang, he smashed the wine bottle on the ground and said, "Are you okay?" If not, you can roll! ”

The people around him have already begun to coax:

"If you can't, get out!"

"The amount of alcohol is so poor, and you still come to Liuying Lane to spread wild!"

"Get out of Liuying Alley!"

The faces of the people who came with Jiang Deqian were all gray, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do.

Jiang Deqian rode the tiger hard, glanced at Hou Biao behind him, and found that this bald monkey was actually like an old monk who had settled down, looking unconcerned.

How did he know that Hou Biao was not better off than him at the moment.

Hou Biao, who once played black boxing in Thailand and later worked as a mercenary for a few years, has real kung fu. His kung fu is not a fist embroidered leg, but practiced in one life and death struggle after another. If he hadn't offended the most powerful mercenary group overseas, he might still be active in the jungles of Southeast Asia and the deserts of the Middle East.

He fled home from hiding in a container full of garbage. Jiang Deguan rescued him from a pile of waste plastics, scarred and dying. Since then, he has served as a bodyguard and thug for Jiang Deguan.

In the past few years, Jiang Deguan has been smooth sailing, and Hou Biao also has some credit, at least many hard forks with no background and only rely on ruthlessness have been pulled out by him.

When the head of the chicken nest grabbed his wrist, he instinctively tried to twist the joint and reinforce, but he didn't succeed, and the force of the other man's fingers made him feel terrifying. His right hand was clenched into a fist and retracted, and the green tendons on his arm exploded. He tried to break free from the man's grasp, but even with all the strength he had, he couldn't. His hand was as if it was fixed by an iron ring, let alone breaking free, and he didn't even move a single point.

Based on his previous combat experience, this is when he should fight back. He can use elbow topping, knee strikes, and leg sweeps; His left hand was still empty, and from this angle there were more than a dozen ways to deliver the fatal blow; He had a military dagger in his pocket, and a wire that could break a man's neck hidden in his belt.

But when he saw the calm expression of the head of the chicken nest, he felt that all the means of attack were unreliable. Those who have survived the jungle and the flames of war have a keen instinct for real danger. He knew that he couldn't do anything until his right hand was freed, or he would only be more passive.

He now kind of regrets not coming out with a gun. He hadn't carried a gun with him for a long time, on the one hand, because in such a peaceful environment at home, carrying a gun sometimes encountered unnecessary trouble; On the other hand, after returning to China, he had never met anyone worthy of him to draw a gun, so much so that he was now unfamiliar with his marksmanship.

Aoki just stood lazily like that, grabbed Hou Biao's right wrist with his left hand, and looked at Hou Biao with a smile, and the corner of his eye swept to the two people who were still drinking.

Jiang Deqian gave up the money and drank two more bottles. Then I spit it out.

I couldn't vomit this time, and my stomach turned over like a river and a sea, and I vomited out all the wine I had been holding before. He held on to the table and vomited for a full three minutes, foaming at the ground.

Bi Shenghua took the small half bottle of wine left in her hand away from the corner of her mouth, changed her fierce spirit, and said calmly: "Jiang Shao, right?" You've lost! ”

Those thugs came up to help him and patted him on the back: "Jiang Shao, are you okay?" ”

It's okay not to shoot, I slapped and vomited again, even my bladder was frightened, a stream of heat flowed out of the trouser tube, and the smell was so stinking that the whole room covered their noses.

The beer foam on the ground was very thick, mixed with the yellow liquid that flowed from Jiang Deqian's pants, making a sizzling sound.

Jiang Deqian knew that if he conceded defeat today, his name would be as stinky as his pants. Although he vomited and had stomach cramps at this moment, and half of his strength was gone, a wave of hatred and remorse rose from the bottom of his heart, and he forcibly supported his body.

He pushed away the little brother who was holding him, pointed to Bishenghua and said, "You fucking trick me!" ”

Bi Shenghua spread out her hands and made an innocent appearance: "Everyone has seen it, I didn't drink a sip of wine, you vomited first!" ”

The people brought by Xiao Qi spoke out one after another for her: "What? Want to cheat? ”

Jiang Deqian turned his heart sideways, waved his hand and commanded: "Smash it for me!" Smash it! Whoever the dares to stop me, beat me to death, and I'll be responsible for beating me to death! ”

His arrogance is not unreasonable, although it seems that there are more people on this side of the bar, and most of the onlookers are biased towards the man's wife, but those are just a rabble, and the people he brought are all veterans of fighting, not to mention Hou Biao. He didn't believe that when it came to life and death, Hou Biao would not make a move.

He knew that in a life-and-death situation, no matter what he did, as long as the opponent was not a big man with a background, his brother would find a way to help him settle it, at most he would be grounded for a while.

Except for Hou Biao, the five or six people he brought all moved, first throwing the wine on the table to the ground, then overturning the tables and chairs, and some people went straight to the wine rack.

Bi Shenghua didn't expect to meet such a scoundrel, and he did drink a lot of alcohol, so his reaction was a little sluggish. And Xiao Qi, who was usually cautious, rushed out like a tiger and kicked down a thug who was smashing things. Subsequently, the group of people brought by Xiao Qi also rushed forward.

The sound of wine bottles and glasses ping-pong clashing together and the exclamations of the crowd sounded together, and the scene was chaotic.

Bi Shenghua looked at the mess of broken glass slags all over the ground, and scolded distressedly, "! ”

The people on Xiao Qi's side are all young people with strong blood in the nearby neighborhood, although the fight may not be as good as the people brought by Jiang Deqian, but there are many of them, and Xiao Qi was ruthless, his head was opened, his face was bleeding, and he was waving half a beer bottle in his hand and yelling there, like a madman.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Jiang Deqian's eyes narrowed and shouted: "Monkey! You still don't make a move? ”

Bi Shenghua noticed that there was a bald tattooed man behind Jiang Deqian, and she could see at a glance that this guy was a fierce character, and he was Jiang Deqian's real reliance, and he was still a character who killed people without blinking.

She was about to warn everyone to pay attention, when she suddenly noticed that Aoki was standing next to the bald head, still lazily watching the people next to her fight, and the bald head seemed to have grabbed Aoki's hand.

"! I can't run without helping, what a fool! ”

Bi Shenghua muttered indistinctly, stepped on the chair he had been stepping on, picked up a bottle from the ground, took a half step forward, and smashed a bottle on the head of Jiang Deqian, who was vomiting dizzy.

She quickly grabbed Jiang's collar with her left hand, pressed it to the edge of the upside-down table, and the sharp corner of the broken glass exposed by half of the bottle in her right hand pressed against the major artery in Jiang Deqian's neck, and the corner of her eye looked at Aoki and the bald head, and shouted:

"Don't fucking move! Move the old lady to poke him to death again! ”