The man staggered as he walked, still holding the bottle of whiskey that Chen Jianqiu had given him, and there was only half a bottle left in it.

He didn't seem to see the red-faced strong man, maybe he just drank too much and wanted to go outside the door to relieve himself or something.

The red-faced strong man didn't want to pay much attention to him, and pushed him away, but for some reason, the man's feet were unstable, and one slipped and collapsed on the strong man's body.

The strong man's blood surged, and his face looked even redder.

Hitting one is also fighting, and hitting two is also fighting.

The chair in his hand swung towards the man's back.

The man looked drunk, but his ears were not closed, and he felt the chair coming from behind him and ducked to the side.

The chair slammed to the ground, shattering.

The man straightened up, still unable to stand, staggering. He squinted at the red-faced man and poured the rest of the wine from the bottle into his mouth.

Then the bottle flew towards the strong man's face.

The strong man was furious, roared, lowered his head and rushed over, leaned over, hugged the man's waist, and carried the man by the waist.

The man couldn't dodge, his abdomen was hit, and he suddenly felt that his stomach was turning upside down, and he spit out all the things he could vomit with a "wow".

The strong man's head happened to be in the man's arms, and he was drenched all over his head, and he was disgusted and wanted to vomit.

He threw the man on the ground, and the man was so drunk that he couldn't stand up and kicked the strong man several times.

The situation of the battle situation is becoming clearer and clearer, and the red-faced strong man seems to be more skilled, because those who can still stand are all people on their side.

"Hey, hey, hey." I don't know if it was a whisper from a dream or something, the man lying on the ground let out a strange laugh.

The red-faced man thought the laughter was directed at him, and he became furious, kicked him a few times with several accomplices, and threw him out of the tavern door together.

"Ahhh I don't know if it was because I was stupid or because my body hurt, the man lying on the muddy ground at the door was still making a sound.

The strong man was going to rush out the door and give this guy another unforgettable lesson.

But at the table next to him, a man stood up.

From the very beginning of this battle, Chen Jianqiu was observing with interest from the side, his table had always been the closest to the battle situation, and the people at the other tables had run away, only they were calmly drinking wine and eating pizza.

Chen Jianqiu actually didn't really want to get involved in this fight, it had nothing to do with his half a dime.

He stood up, just because the victory was divided, and he was going to go back upstairs to rest.

But the red-faced strong man obviously misunderstood what he meant, and he thought that this Chinese stood up at this time, which was a provocation, just like the man lying outside now.

When he was in California, he had met many Chinese, but they all kept their heads down and spoke carefully, and no one dared to stand up straight in front of him like the person in front of him.

Why did this yellow-skinned man dare to look me in the eye?

Four or five people gathered behind the strong man, they were all local farmers, not very educated, but definitely good at fighting.

Asuka and Sean behind Chen Jianqiu also stood up.

As soon as the bartender saw that his gold was suffering, he secretly said that it was not good, these three people were the opponents of the red-faced strong man, this group of people was already a habitual offender in the tavern, and he suggested several times that the boss should not let them in, but the boss refused.

In the words of the boss, these people are warriors who control their fate with their fists, and as long as they are willing to pay for their losses, there is no reason for them not to let them in, which is America's respect for freedom.

The red-faced man took off his blouse, which had been spit out by the man, revealing his own horizontal flesh, and his chest was covered with chest hair, like an immature baboon.

I saw him bend down, roared angrily, the green tendons on his neck were exposed, his muscles swelled, his eyes showed a fierce light, and his hind feet kicked the ground violently, rushing towards Chen Jianqiu like a spring.

In the blink of an eye, the strong man came to Chen Jianqiu, he stretched out his arms, intending to do the same, and throw the person in front of him to the ground like a man.

This time, he was going to break his cervical vertebrae.

"Smack."

There was a crunch.

Chen Jianqiu's body did not move, he lifted his knee slightly, and the moment the strong man approached him, he instantly exerted force, and put one knee on the strong man's chin.

This knee is accurate and ruthless.

The strong man didn't snort, he fell straight to the ground and fainted.

The crowd of onlookers opened their mouths wide in surprise, as if their own jaws had been knocked off like a strong man.

Chen Jianqiu looked at the strong man lying on the ground with disgust, snorted, and shook his head:

"Hmm, you really stink."

Then he raised his head, glanced at the room, and said to the men behind the strong man, "Drag it back." ”

A group of people glared angrily at Chen Jianqiu, but no one dared to step forward.

At this time, the two thugs arrived belatedly with a group of men, pinching their noses and taking some money out of the strong man's blouse that smelled of alcohol and smell, and then took the strong man's thumb and pressed a fingerprint on a bill that the bartender had brought him.

Strong men "sleep" as sweet as babies.

"Get out of here." The thugs at the head said to the group, and they carried the strong man out with all hands and feet.

"Let's go on, everybody." The bartender said to the still surprised crowd of onlookers as he straightened the tables and chairs.

Chen Jianqiu did not return upstairs, but walked out of the tavern door with Asuka and Sean.

The man was still lying in the mud, motionless like a dead dog, his body covered in mud and his own vomit, and Sean felt sick to his stomach when he saw it.

"Boss, this man won't die, will he?" Sean retched and said, "Let's go back, it's really disgusting." ”

Chen Jianqiu approached the man and squatted down, he tried the man's snort, but the man jokingly opened his hand.

"Okay, let's go back, uh, boss......" Asuka didn't know why he also learned from Sean to call Boss Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu stood up, called the bartender, and gave the bartender some money: "Open a room for him, and then find someone to help him wash his body and clothes." ”

The bartender took the money and went to arrange.

And Chen Jianqiu and the three of them went back upstairs.

"Boss, what do we do with him?" Sean asked as he went upstairs, he was a little strange, with what he knew about his boss, he should not be kind enough to care about a white drunk.

"The first time I saw this person, I felt something special, like I saw you for the first time." Chen Jianqiu said.

If it weren't for remembering that Chen Jianqiu gave him a punch when he first saw him, Sean would probably have been moved by Chen Jianqiu's words.

Ask for yourselves, sir.

……

The next morning.

Chen Jianqiu finished dressing and walked downstairs.

The tables and chairs on the first floor have been rearranged, the floor has been cleaned up, and everything is as if nothing had happened.

The bartender was in the bar with yesterday's accounts, and when he saw Chen Jianqiu coming downstairs, he said hello to him. However, Chen Jianqiu felt that the bartender's eyes looking at him were a little strange.

"What's wrong?"

"The drunkard you asked to arrange yesterday went out early this morning."

"Oh."

"He's going to get his coat back, and his hat, even though I just got someone to wash it yesterday, it's still wet."

"Oh."

"Well, and, he, he took a bottle of whiskey, and said, said it was on your account."

“……”