"What are you singing, like a ghost crying wolf!"

"The lyrics are a mess."

"His voice is the same as that of a duck."

A group of people surrounded the senior brother and scolded violently.

This group of people is a well-known bastard in the neighborhood, who followed the captain of the Bund Brigade and belonged to the peripheral members of the "Bund Team".

The Bund team is actually a football team, consisting of a group of bastards, who usually eat, drink, and have fun, collect protection money, and gather together to play wild football when they are free.

Their boss is called the Captain of the Bund.

It's not just because the boss is the captain of the Bund team.

is also because before his debut, the boss was a pioneer captain with five bars on his shoulders.

The remaining core members of the team are known as the Top Ten Taibao on the Bund. As for the bar in front of him, they are only the outermost members, the reserve members of the Bund team.

Only the leader is the eight of the top ten Taibao.

There is organization behind it, and there is confidence in the heart.

With the Eighth Taibao, they came out to find trouble and beat people, and these reserve members were not afraid at all.

The bar is to make money from bastards like them, and taking money here is an uncle, and a singer dares to fight them?

It's impossible.

The senior brother could only bow his head and admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

"Don't do it."

"Tap tap ......"

"Iron head kung fu yes, Shaolin kung fu yes." The teenagers surrounded the elder brother in the middle, and beer bottles smashed on his head one by one.

The guests of the bar watched with interest.

This scene is obviously much more interesting than the singing just now.

The boss didn't stop the birth either, as long as the guests were happy, they could play as much as they liked.

The Eighth Taibao pulled up the collar of the elder brother: "Say, who wrote the lyrics of these blind handfuls?" ”

Before the senior brother could answer, Zhou Xingzu threw out a wine glass in his hand.

The glass spun in the air and shattered on the head of the Eighth Taipo with a snap.

"That's the word I wrote!" Zhou Xingzu walked out of the audience and stood in the middle of a group of people. The bastards next to him silently surrounded him and took out the steel pipe from his coat.

Something is going to happen.

The owner of the bar hurriedly waved his hand, and several bartenders silently closed the door.

The people of the Bund team, the boss can't afford to mess with. And the guests didn't mean to leave, obviously wanting to watch a good show. Then just close the door and stage an all-martial arts.

The Eighth Taibao wiped the glass slag off his head, stepped forward and pressed against Zhou Xingzu's face, and forced his gaze: "Which one of you, the lyrics you wrote are really bad." ”

"It's as bad as your people."

Zhou Xingzu clasped the fingers of the Eighth Taibao with one hand, and with a slight force, the sound of bone cracking came from the fingers of the Eighth Taibao, and he let out a miserable scream, knelt directly on the ground, and shouted: "Loose and loose, let go." ”

The bastards around saw that the eldest brother had been.

They all wanted to step forward to save face, but because the eldest brother was begging for mercy, no one dared to rush forward first.

Zhou Xingzu looked around and lowered his head: "If you say something nice, I'll let you go." ”

"Do you know what to say?"

The Eighth Taibao still wanted to be hard-mouthed, but as Zhou Xingzu increased the strength in his hand, he immediately shouted: "Dad, I understand." ”

"My son doesn't dare anymore, Dad, beg Dad to spare me."

The Eighth Taibao has been messing around outside for a long time, and if he can't beat the rules of calling his father, he is still very good in his heart.

His resolute implementation shocked the ground's eyeballs.

Zhou Xingzu kicked him away: "If you beat my senior brother, forget it, you dare to insult my work!" ”

"Lao Tzu is Lin Xi's junior brother, dare to say that my lyrics are rotten?"

He will never admit how bad the lyrics are, but ordinary people can't understand the connotation of the lyrics.

The Eighth Taibao covered his hands and bared his teeth and said, "You call this iron-headed senior brother, and you dare to claim to be Senior Brother Lin Xi." ”

"The most important thing is that you dare to be my father, I won't kill you today, I'm your son!" The Eighth Taibao shook his hand, took out a stick, and hit Zhou Xingzu.

His bastards swarmed up at the same time.

These bastards with sticks, there are at least twenty people. Each is a thorn in the street, often fighting. Even if Zhou Xingzu can fight again, in the eyes of everyone, it is impossible to beat them.

The guests of the bar immediately flashed to the side, waiting with great interest to see the scene of Zhou Xingzu being beaten.

Even the senior brother shrank back......

Do you want to help him?

Senior Brother looked at the senior brother who stood out for himself, and this thought also popped up in his heart.

But the boss's fierce eyes made him retract his steps.

If you hit a guest, your job will definitely be gone, and your wife and children will rely on what to eat.

Just as Senior Brother was about to retreat silently, Zhou Xingzu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Senior Brother, I'll tell you now." ”

"Why do people hold on to their dreams?"

"Why should I keep practicing!"

"Because people with dreams will not be looked down upon, because people who know martial arts can still resist."

Zhou Xingzu's figure alone, standing straight in the middle of a group of people, without a little fear on his face.

This forced outfit is perfect.

The audience watched him stunned.

The gangsters all felt embarrassed, and more than a dozen iron rods smashed down on Zhou Xingzu's head from all directions.

Zhou Xingzu faced the stick in front of him, he didn't feel a little nervous in his heart, and spread his hands to the extreme. A phantom came, and more than a dozen sticks were all copied in his hands.

It's as if time is frozen.

One second his hands were empty, and the next he was full of sticks.

Throw all the sticks on the ground with a clattering sound.

What's wrong?

Whether it was the bastards who participated in the war or the crowd of onlookers, they didn't react for a while.

But Zhou Xingzu didn't give them time to react at all, and his two big hands waved, hitting them chapter after chapter.

The bastards closest to Zhou Xingzu were all slapped several times in a row. Feeling the wind blowing in their faces, they all thought they were going to lose their blood luck. Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes later, I was surprised to find that there was nothing wrong with me.

But the companions standing behind them, without exception, were all shot out and smashed against the wall. They all fell dizzy and screamed again and again.

Zhou Xingzu stood with his palms closed, he found that the Eighth Taibao was still standing in front of him, and touched his head: "Call Dad." ”

"Daddy."

"Good."

The Eighth Taibao's legs trembled, and the picture just now flashed in his mind.

There is such a fierce person in the world, just call Dad, just call Dad, this sentence Dad can save his life, and there is no loss at all.

Zhou Xingzu stepped forward and dug into the pocket of the Eighth Taibao, and took out two hundred yuan: "Good son, this should be filial to your father." ”

"Boss checkout."

"Today's money is all his."

Zhou Xingzu put two hundred in his pocket, leaving a mess, ready to go out for supper.