"Boss, it's obvious that this Xu Shao's subordinate started beating people first, why do you want us to apologize for drinking, this doesn't seem to be reasonable, right?" Song Zijie said to Situ Haonan.

"How can you not say it?" Situ Haonan took off his brown glasses, took out a handkerchief and wiped them clean, and then put them on the bridge of his nose again: "This is my territory, and the entire dance hall is mine, so no matter what I say, I can say it." ”

"Huh." Facing the blatant protection of Xu Shao by the boss of the dance hall, Song Zijie shook his head twice, then put his hand on the back of the chair and said to Situ Haonan: "Then we just don't apologize today?" What can you do with us? ”

"It seems that you are coming to Tsim Sha Tsui East for the first time, and you don't know our Situ Haonan yet." Situ Haonan nodded his head and commented, then waved his hand behind him, and said to a very strong-looking inch-headed man behind him: "Ah Yong, you come to teach this young man how to behave in my field." ”

"Yes, Brother Haonan." He Yong nodded respectfully, took off his tight coat, revealing the strong muscles under the sweatshirt, and saw the screams of countless women at the scene, revealing their burning eyes one after another, and their breathing became rapid.

He Yong seemed to enjoy the gaze of the opposite sex around him, only to see him smile and walk up to Song Zijie and make him a toned pose similar to that of Westerners showing off their muscles.

Song Zijie chuckled and dismissed.

He Yong suddenly shot out and punched Song Zijie in the chest, making a dull bang, like a heavy punch smashing on the sandbag.

Song Zijie stumbled, took several steps back, his chest was almost smashed by a punch, his chest and ribs hurt terribly, he held on to the chair so that he didn't fall on the spot, he gasped, covered his chest, and had difficulty breathing for a while.

"Billy, are you alright?" Long Xiaohui was startled, and hurriedly ran over to support Song Zijie's crumbling body.

"Get out of the way." Song Zijie pushed Long Xiaohui away, unusually angry in his heart, he really didn't expect that this muscular man was not only despicable and shameless, but also explosive and explosive.

That punch was as fast as lightning, causing Song Zijie to be hit just after he reacted, and there was no chance to dodge at all, so he knew that he had really met his opponent now.

Of course, Song Zijie didn't know the power of He Yong's "lightning fist", but in the original Crazy Boy series of movies, He Yong relied on this trick to defeat the big bodyguard of Malaysia's Datuk Chen Jiannan.

He Yong put on a posture before the boxer's attack, stretched out his middle finger and hooked his finger to Song Zijie defiantly.

Song Zijie was furious, when did he suffer such a loss, and now even if he doesn't help Long Xiaohui get ahead, he has to defeat the muscular man in front of him for the glory of a man.

"Hah!"

Song Zijie shouted, rushed over and slammed the opponent's chest with a punch, this punch condensed the strength of his whole body, and vowed to get back the face he had just lost immediately.

In the face of this punch, the corners of He Yong's mouth raised a very disdainful smile, but he didn't dodge or dodge, straightened his chest, and withstood it with explosive muscles.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound louder than the previous one sounded.

Song Zijie tried his best to punch He Yong's pectoralis major muscle, as if it was smashed on an iron plate, which made Song Zijie's fist hurt, the pain went to the bone, and it felt as if the bones were about to crack.

Looking at Song Zijie's declining appearance, He Yong sneered and shook his head.

The punch didn't work, which made Song Zijie even more angry, he unwillingly punched out, opened the bow left and right, and smashed He Yong's chest with a crackling chain.

"Bang bang bang!" It's like beating a big drum, the muffled sound continues, but He Yong still looks as usual, with a mocking face, and the audience around him is fascinated, I really didn't expect that there really are such a person in the real world.

Song Zijie was sweating profusely, and his two fists were almost numb with a headache, and it felt no different from struggling to smash an unusually thick wall.

"You're tired enough after playing for so long, right? Let's replace me. After He Yong finished smiling, an uppercut hit Song Zijie's lower abdomen, making a muffled sound.

"Ahh Song Zijie couldn't help but open his mouth wide and screamed, the tonsils in his mouth shook for a while, he felt like there were thousands of knives cutting in his abdomen, the unbearable colic made him cover his abdomen, squatted on the ground, his waist arched into shrimp, and he vomited without an image of "uh-uh", almost vomiting the bitter gallbladder, where is the ability to resist?

Seeing this situation, Long Xiaohui was almost stupid, although he felt a little unbearable, but he didn't dare to help Song Zijie speak anymore.

"Yes, there has been progress during this time." Seeing He Yong knock down Song Zijie with two punches, Situ Haonan patted He Yong's shoulder appreciatively.

"Hehe, in fact, Brother Haonan, you taught me well, and you taught me all my boxing skills." He Yong grabbed his head and said to Situ Haonan very shyly.

Situ Haonan smiled noncommittally, then faced Xu Shao, and asked with a smile, "Xu Shao, are you satisfied now?" ”

Xu Shao nodded slightly, then looked at Song Zijie, who was vomiting on the ground, and said to Situ Haonan: "I don't want to see this person again, you help me throw him away from Shatoujiao to feed the fish." As for her......"

Xu Shaose looked at Long Xiaohui in a daze, "Take her to my room." ”

Situ Haonan nodded, and then gestured to He Yong's eyes.

He Yong understood, and after receiving the instructions, he immediately beckoned two of his subordinates to come over and carry Song Zijie, while he himself walked in front of Long Xiaohui in person, grabbed her like a chicken and pulled her into the private room.

"What for! Let go of me, bastard! My dad won't let you go, gorilla, let go! Long Xiaohui insulted and helplessly beat and bit He Yong.

However, even a big man as awesome as Song Zijie has no way to take He Yong, let alone Long Xiaohui, a weak woman who is powerless, even if he uses his teeth and nails, he can't stop He Yong's atrocities.

Seeing that the situation was out of control, in view of the tragic situation of the nosy Song Zijie, all the audience at the scene were intimidated by the obscenity of the dance hall owners Situ Haonan and Xu Shao, and no one dared to stand up and say a fair word at all, just indifferently watched the excitement, at most secretly scarlet a few words in their hearts.

At this time, a very discordant voice suddenly came out:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a question for you, do you still have the word 'law' in your eyes?"

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to the person who spoke.

Facing everyone's eyes, Liu Jianming stood up calmly with his hands behind his back, looking so dazzling and full of mystery under the reflection of the colorful ball lights above his head.