Luan Wutao dragged his heavy body out of the tavern in the dim light, and the pedestrians on the road avoided one after another, and Luan Wutao looked a little scary at this time. Under the influence of alcohol, Luan Wutao walked for a long time before finding an inconspicuous aisle and began to release water, casting disgusted eyes around.

After settling it, Luan Wutao staggered to the door of the small hotel. The cold wind in the dark night lifted Luan Wutao's spirits, and then he shook his head and continued to walk forward. At this time, several people came from the opposite side, dressed in black, with an even figure and an indifferent face. Right in the middle of the group are a man and a woman. The man was an extraordinary young man, wearing a crisp uniform, more than two meters tall, smiling, and talking to the woman next to him. The woman was wearing a relatively sexy short skirt, and her white and slender thighs were exposed in the air, and she didn't feel the coldness of late autumn at all. The upper body is a pink squeezed short dress, and the face is very delicate under the straightened medium and long hair, but the eyeshadow is slightly heavier, and the pride on the face is undoubtedly revealed.

If Luan Wutao was in a sober state, then he would never want to stand in the way of such an arrogant character. However, at this moment, Luan Wutao was drunk and confused, and he didn't notice who was in front of him at all. An arrogant figure like this naturally has no possibility of giving way, the people on both sides walked opposite each other, and when they were about to approach, the man in black behind the pair of men and women walked forward quickly, and kicked towards Luan Wutao without saying a word.

Luan Wutao only felt a gust of wind blowing, and he couldn't react at all under the influence of alcohol, and there was a "bang" when he kicked Luan Wutao. Luan Wutao's body instinctively slapped his backhand.

Luan Wutao was kicked and stumbled, but the man in black was even worse, his whole face was swollen, and half of his teeth were gone.

The young man lost face in front of the woman he liked, and his cold face could drip water, and then said coldly to the person behind him: "Go and chop off that drunkard's limbs and throw him into the river to fend for himself." ”

Then he lowered his head and continued to talk to the woman, as if he had not said it at all.

Hearing this, Luan Wutao was stunned in place, thinking that he had heard it wrong, he couldn't figure it out, just a small conflict would kill someone. The man's cold words revealed a haughty gesture. It wasn't until the black-clothed man behind him surrounded him that Luan Wutao reacted.

Now that his young master has spoken, the group of black-clothed people behind him must have handled this matter properly, not to mention that he was also his own brother who was beaten just now, even if the drunkard in front of him is a fourth-grade master, but so what?

Luan Wutao frowned, and before these black-clothed men could make a move, he stepped forward, and then kicked at the black-clothed man in front of him. At the same time, the black man next to him instantly deceived him, but he jumped up with the force of the rebound of that kick and broke away from the encirclement in front of him.

The man in black who had been kicked snorted and fell down the street a few meters away, fainting. The car on the road hurriedly stepped on the brakes under his feet, brushed the head of the man in black and slid over, and before he could scold, he turned his head and drove the car away as soon as he saw the decoration of the man in black.

Between the electric sparks, Luan Wutao had already escaped from the encirclement, and the remaining black-clothed people were shocked together, and now this fourth-grade master had entered the strength of the fourth-grade superior, and it was really a troublesome thing to deal with.

Since Luan Wutao chose to make a move, it means that there is no room for relaxation in this matter, and he looked at the other party vigilantly, and at the same time, his legs began to move under his feet. Luan Wutao made some discounts in a drunken state, but this is not something that anyone can bully.

Seeing that his subordinates did not dare to fight, the man frowned and cursed secretly. Then he took out the communicator and said in a low voice: "Five hundred meters south of Wusu Street, there is a tattoo on the back of his bald head and neck, and he is a fourth-grade superior, so I am tired of you dealing with him." ”

Men in love are stupid, their faces are swept again and again in front of the woman they like, and their brains are hot and they don't care about the consequences of things.

The woman said coldly, "That's what you told me to walk sideways in this area?

The man's face was extremely ugly, and if his eyes could kill him, the drunkard would have died ten thousand times.

The person on the other side of the communicator was obviously an extremely strong master, and after hanging up the address book, in less than a minute, an old man with a restrained expression appeared behind the man, and the man pointed at Luan Wutao and said coldly: "Kill him!"

Such an old man looked puzzled, "Young Master, that's a fourth-grade person, and he may have a background behind him." ”

"Hmph!" the man snorted disdainfully, "Is it possible that the background behind him is stronger than mine? ”

The old man nodded helplessly, and then the figure flickered and grabbed Luan Wutao's neck.

The sudden attack made Luan Wutao not dare to think about it, and his right hand was subconsciously raised, wanting to block the old man's wrist, and he took a step back with his years of experience. With a "bang", Luan Wutao just crossed the wrist of the old man.

The old man's fierce exertion, the strength of the five grades instantly surged all over his body, his wrist sank, and then his other hand hit Luan Wutao's chest like lightning.

Luan Wutao only felt an irresistible huge force attacking, and then the whole person flew up, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. If Luan Wutao didn't get drunk, he would definitely be able to block this move, and if the old man showed his strength at the beginning, and Luan Wutao was vigilant, then he could also resist this move. Then there was no if, now Luan Wutao's eyes were black, and the qi in his chest could not be smoothed.

The man's gloomy face finally relaxed, and then he flattered the woman next to him: "Ling'er, you see that this drunk can't do it now." ”

The beautiful woman named Ling'er just nodded and didn't speak.

The man scratched his head in embarrassment, and saw that the old man had stopped for three seconds. The man urged: "Uncle Xiang, don't do it yet." ”

Uncle Xiang sighed, he had no grievances with this bald head, but the young master's order could not be refused. So Yuan Li gathered into his hand, and the sharp qi blade was half a meter long. Uncle Xiang walked slowly towards Luan Wutao step by step. Xindao: Friend, give you a good time, and don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for provoking people who shouldn't be messed with.

Heizi looked at those qi blades and smiled, and whispered to Ling'er: "This is the end of offending me Tang Hao!"

Luan Wutao looked at those qi blades and closed his eyes in despair, he didn't expect that he would be in a different place less than a moment after leaving the tavern, and he didn't know what Ah Le would do when he saw his corpse? ”

Just as Uncle Xiang raised the qi blade, a furious voice came from the door of the tavern a hundred meters away, "Stop the fuck!"