He saw Tang Qiang standing at the table, arguing with three short young men with his back to him, and his back, which was a head taller than the three people, was particularly conspicuous. Manager Wu, Wang Like, and Chen Fu sat at the table, watching Tang Qiang quarrel with others. The music in the bar was too loud to hear what they were arguing about. When the noise reached the excitement, one of the three young men in a sleeveless green T-shirt poked Tang Qiang's face with his index finger, Tang Qiang picked up his right palm and hit his fingers to the side, and the three young people rushed up, put Tang Qiang to the ground, punched and kicked. Wang Like and Chen Fu hurriedly stood up and went to pull the young man who beat Tang Qiang. The neighboring guests were in a mess, the women screamed loudly, and everyone rose from the table and stepped aside, for fear of harming themselves.

"Tang Long, they fought." Bai Sumei looked at Tang Long nervously and said.

"See." Tang Long nodded and slowly poured a glass of beer into his wine glass.

"Which is your dad, is he okay?"

"He was the one who was beaten."

"Oh my God, why are you sitting here and helping him?" Bai Sumei's eyes widened, and she looked at Tang Long in panic and said.

"You wait for me, don't move." Tang Long stood up, patted Bai Sumei's shoulder and said.

Tang Long squeezed through the crowd and approached the people who were fighting, he saw Tang Qiang lying on his back on the ground, a young man on his back clamped his waist with his feet, his right arm bent at a 45-degree angle, strangled Tang Long's neck, his left hand reached out to the back of Tang Qiang's head, and pressed the palm of his left hand against the back of Tang Qiang's head, forming an oppressive strangulation, and the palm of his right hand tightly clasped his left wrist. The other two young people stood aside, while loudly warning Wang Like and Chen Fu, who were standing helpless on the side, while stepping on Tang Qiang's stomach or kicking him in the ribs from time to time, Manager Wu took the mobile phone, got out of the crowd with his cat body, and walked in the direction of the bar counter, Wang Like and Chen Fu looked at this scene, their faces were as frightened as ashes, and their whole bodies trembled.

Tang Qiang used his hands to break the hands of the young man who controlled his neck behind him, but he couldn't break it, his face was red, his eyes were bulging like the eyes of a bullfrog in a net, he looked at the chandelier on the ceiling of the bar in horror and helplessness, gasping for breath, and was close to the edge of a coma. Tang Long knew at a glance that this was a naked choke in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and if he was not careful, he could easily suffocate a person to death. Tang Long no longer hesitated, and kicked the ribs of the young man who controlled Tang Qiang with naked choke, although it was noisy in the bar, Tang Long still heard the strange crunch of broken ribs. The young man screamed, let go of Tang Qiang, covered his ribs with his hands, and rolled on the ground. Tang Qiang couldn't get up from the ground immediately, so he could only take advantage of the situation and roll to the side.

"Little Dragon!" After Tang Qiang saw that it was Tang Long, he shouted excitedly.

"Lift him up." Tang Long shook his head and said to Wang Like and Chen Fu, but his eyes kept staring at the young man who was standing beside them and had been beating Tang Qiang just now.

After Wang Like and Chen Fu helped Tang Qiang up, Tang Qiang had not fully recovered from the fear just now, he put his hands on Wang Like and Chen Fu's shoulders, and looked at Tang Long with wide eyes and mouth, his face flushed. The two young men also helped their buddy, who had broken ribs, up and sat him in the chair next to him. Then he strode towards Tang Long one after the other.

Before they could make a move, Tang Long's right foot took a step forward suddenly, his left foot was raised high like a whip, and a striking split leg smashed down, and the heel of the shoe hit the cheek of the young man in front of him, he was immediately chopped to the ground by Tang Long, struggling in pain, his cheek was smashed by the heel of his shoe, blood flowed, and he couldn't get up from lying on the ground for a long time.

At the same time, three bartenders and a maître d'art arrived, and the music changed to soft, soothing music with a much lower voice.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" A bar maître d'être looked at them, and his gaze hit Tang Long's face.

"Isn't it a shame for three practitioners to bully a middle-aged man?" Tang Long stared at them and shouted, ignoring the foreman.

As he spoke, he received his right foot behind his left foot, stood in a fight-like footwork, and clenched his hands lightly into half fists, secretly accumulating strength, hanging down on both sides of his thighs.

"Who are you, kind of giving your name?" Said the young man who was kicked.

The young man sitting in the chair was clutching his ribs and moaning loudly, holding his mobile phone in his hand, who was calling.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you shouldn't rely on knowing a little martial arts to bully a middle-aged man casually, didn't your master tell you that you must learn martial arts first?"

"When he came back from the bathroom, he had a cigarette in his hand, flicked sparks and soot at me, didn't apologize, and walked away on his own, where was his morality?" The kicked young man gritted his teeth and pointed at Tang Qiang and said.

"Even if he doesn't do something right, you can't just hit someone." Tang Long looked at Tang Qiang and said.

"There's a kind of show you will see if you don't leave." Said the young man who was kicked.

"I'm not leaving, I'm here." Tang Long said.

After a while, someone walked over from the VIP room, the figure looked a little familiar, and when he got closer, Tang Long took a closer look, and sure enough, it was Dongfang Zhou.

"It's amazing, a dick who delivers wine, a waste of firewood, who came here to beat people, and specializes in boxing rookies in the new fight club, do you want to lie down and go out?" Dongfang Zhou came in from the crowd of onlookers.

He has eyebrows and eyes, red lips like blood, a face painted pale, and wears black culottes and a black V-neck tight T-shirt. He was followed by a beautiful girl, who suddenly looked a little familiar, but Tang Long couldn't remember where he had seen her.

"A few of them are besieging a middle-aged man, shouldn't they teach him a lesson?" Tang Long sneered.

"Sir, please don't quarrel here, okay? Do not affect the consumption of other guests, damage to the bar's items is to be compensated. The bar foreman said to Tang Long.

"Fuck me out of the way! How much damage Lao Tzu will pay. Dongfang Zhou pointed at the foreman and scolded fiercely.

"Please don't curse, okay?" The bar foreman said to Dongfang Zhou.

"Without the 'fat brother' cover, your rotten bar has already closed its doors, how about Lao Tzu scolding you? Do you want to be beaten? Don't fucking show your face. ”