The first three were all shot K.O. by a short-haired little handsome guy, and this white man was scared.

There were more and more coaxes, and at this time, there were even people who opened a gambling game.

The prison guard in the corner of the restaurant didn't bother to care about the security here, and directly started to bet on whoever wins.

Ye Qingyan looked at the white man in front of him with disdain, hiding behind the dining table and cowering.

She clasped her hands to her chest and stomped on her chair.

At this time, the timid Chinese just now tugged at the corner of Ye Qingyan's clothes,

"Handsome guys, they have the support of the prison people, we can't fight, we will definitely suffer."

Ye Qingyan smiled at her calmly, and suddenly kicked towards the dining table.

The table top of the dining table hit the white man in the stomach.

He hunched over with his stomach in his arms, howling in pain.

Ye Qingyan turned to the Chinese and said, "Don't worry, the history of the Chinese here today will be rewritten." ”

At this time, two burly black men rushed towards Ye Qingyan's back.

Ye Qingyan turned around and kicked on the lower abdomen of a black man, who flew backwards and directly collapsed a dining table.

She quickly turned to her elbow and slammed it down on the throat of the other black man, who immediately grabbed her neck and coughed violently.

Ye Qingyan hooked his ankle with another kick, and the black man fell backwards heavily.

"Bump!" The big black head slammed into the ground hard, and it hurt to hear it.

"Give it all to me, give it to me together, and kill this little slut."

The white man who was hit in the head by Ye Qingyan just now on a dinner plate climbed up on the dining table, covered the top of his head that was constantly bleeding, and shouted like crazy:

"The old lady will pay $10,000 for each person, and whoever knocks him down, I will pay another $10 million."

With such a generous offer, many people began to roll up their sleeves and go around Ye Qingyan and surround her in the center.

Wang Ying was about to squeeze over, but Ye Qingyan shook his head at her from a distance, signaling them to stay still.

Among the prison guards standing in the corner, one of them had a large amount of money in his hand, and they had already started to set up a gambling game, although there were more people who lost when they bought the number 89757.

This is the restaurant, regardless of men and women, a man with a strong physique, all standing at the forefront, surrounding Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan clasped his hands in front of his chest, glanced sideways at the group of people, and looked fearless.

She knew in her heart that most of these people were for the $10,000 to fill the scene.

She has watched a lot of movies like Crazy Boy, and the scene is one price, and it is another price to really pull out a knife and cut people.

Therefore, if there is a real fight, most of these people in front of them are people who will run away when they see the situation.

These people surrounded them for a long time, but they didn't see anyone go up first.

Everyone stood awkwardly.

Suddenly, a thin black man was pushed out.

This person was instantly frightened and sweating profusely, and he barely raised his fist, looking like he was going to fight against Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan glanced at him, one of his legs was still trembling.

"Scared like this, still fighting, is that $10,000 enough for you to pay for medical expenses?"

The black man was frightened by Ye Qingyan's words, turned around and rushed into the crowd directly, and ran away.

There was an uproar, followed by a whistling boo.

The white woman was annoyed and shouted at the crowd, "Damn, whoever does it is a million dollars." ”

The price has been raised tenfold at once, and people who see the money can't sit still.

At this time, many people began to pick up the plates, chopsticks, and forks on the table.

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Today is the last day of the holiday, and Qingyan is crying for a recommendation ticket!

How could Qingyan burst into tears, and he was a drama spirit.