The guy took off the waiter's clothes and changed into a modest suit with square sunglasses on his eyes.

Plus it's crowded, if you don't take a closer look, you really can't see it.

As he shouted, the crowd around him suddenly became chaotic.

"Several people can't lift one, there must be something to say."

"Maybe there's a grievance!"

……

A cold snort came out of the second master's nose: "Bullshit grievance!"

"Boom!"

Just as God had deliberately arranged, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky.

The second master was obviously trembling, and the rest of the words were stunned.

Uncle Ya played with the half-cut waking wood, and said leisurely: "The old man is talking about "Bao Gong Xia Chenzhou" today, which coincides with today's unjust case."

"Smack!"

Xingmu fell on the table again, and Uncle Ya's face suddenly turned cold: "It seems that this is the will of heaven!"

"Click!"

As soon as the wood woke up, a purple lightning bolt pierced the sky like a crack.

Now, even the second master didn't dare to speak.

I suddenly thought of Uncle Ya's words - as soon as he slapped the table, I began to cry out for injustice.

I riveted my strength and shouted at my neck.

"I'm wronged!"

"Boom!"

It seems that everything is within Uncle Ya's plan.

He slapped the table, and I shouted, a wrong, a thunderclap.

The thunder in the sky continued, and by the time it had become one.

The sky outside the window completely darkened, and the wind swept by, flying sand and rocks, like the end of the world.

Suddenly, Uncle Ya stood up suddenly: "The old man doesn't have a dog's head, but he also has to cut off the grievances in the world!"

"Come!"

I was stunned, what's coming?

"Papapa"

Suddenly there were footsteps behind me, and when I looked back, it was a monkey.

The moment the second master and the monkey looked at each other, they were obviously stunned.

The monkey hurriedly lowered his head, hurriedly walked up to Uncle Ya, and handed over a black USB flash drive.

Uncle Ya clapped his hands gently, and a few guys moved out of the table and placed it in the center of the ground.

The USB flash drive was plugged in, and Chen Changming's voice and picture were immediately broadcast from the TV.

The picture is a little blurry, and the sense of shaking is very strong, and it is obviously taken secretly.

On TV, the monkey asks questions very respectfully, and the horse's ass blows out rainbow colors.

After a few rounds, Chen Changming couldn't hide the smugness on his face.

He proudly acknowledged the rotting flies, including how to use the Ivy Society, and how to invite Master Azan from the South Seas.

Although Chen Changming is a female fraud, she is far less than a monkey who has been in the rivers and lakes for more than ten years.

After the more than ten minutes of video playback, the second master had a gloomy face.

"Second Master."

Uncle Ya smiled and pouted, "Look, is this a grievance?"

Without waiting for him to speak, Uncle Ya bowed his hand to the audience.

"I used to tell you stories, but today I will tell you a fact."

Under the applause of the whole house, Uncle Ya slapped the wood awake, and Lang Lang spoke.

"Let's say that on that day, Chen Qi was in deep danger, and the good man Ji Erlang went straight into it with his good skills of slashing Yama Luo and determining the world!"

……

I was already very aggrieved about this, and Uncle Ya was a Jedi performance.

I was portrayed as a hero who bled and wept, and finally hid in the mountains, eating grass and food.

The people in the audience had already drunk a lot of spirits, and it was the time when their brains were hot.

Under such a bloody story, the wine glass in his hand and the fruit plate on the table were smashed like the second master as if he didn't want money.

This second master is very senior in Changchun, who has never seen this battle, and he was smashed and hid everywhere.

For a time, cups and plates became hidden weapons, and tables, chairs and benches became blades.

The more Uncle Ya talked, the more excited he became, and the second master and his second son were beaten more and more badly.

It wasn't until the last word was finished that Uncle Ya looked at the audience, first stunned, and then full of horror.

"Oops! Oops!"

"Who beat the second master like this?"

"Oh, my good nephew!"

As he spoke, Uncle Ya waved his hand at the visitors behind his back, signaling them to hurry up.

But this group of people was on the rise, and they were reluctant to leave when they went out, so they straightened their necks and knocked in one by one.

Uncle Ya sighed heavily, "Hey! It's miserable! The two of them couldn't make up a good tooth!"

The second master was helped up, his face was bruised, and his face was covered with blood.

When I looked at it from afar, I wondered if this old man had dyed his hair red.

Uncle Ya carefully wiped the blood on the second master, but he pushed him away.

"Don't cry in this cat!"

I looked at it, and the old man had few teeth left in his mouth, and he was swishing and windy when he spoke.

Uncle Ya bowed slightly: "You misunderstood."

"There is thunder in the heavens, and this is called the wrath of heaven; It is a grievance to be beaten on the ground."

"If the anger of the heavens is not appeased, I am afraid that the entire Ivy Spring Society, and even Mo Nan County, will not be peaceful."

Although Xiao Er was also beaten lightly, he was still angry.

"Beat and beat, scold, is it difficult to kowtow?"

Uncle Ya nodded with a straight face: "It's true!"

"You can't be guilty of your fault, can you?"

After speaking, Uncle Ya deliberately looked outside the door.