Dreamland Guide

　　 Jiang Deqian realized that he was going to be planted today. He originally expected Hou Biao to have any way to help him, but he didn't expect the smelly monkey to persuade him to give up.

　　 Of course he disagrees.

　　 Although his name, Jiang Shao, is not very loud in Wuzhong, he is also the number one in the circle. Now his woman ran with a man-in-law in a small bar. Not only did he not get it back, but he also lost to the man-in-law in the fight for alcohol. If this spreads out, he will stop messing around in Wuzhong area after Jiang gets the money, he can be laughed to death if he laughs!

　　 Twelve bottles of life-span flowers have been dried, and he slammed the wine bottle on the ground with a bang, and said, "Can you still do it? If you can't, you can roll!"

　　 The people around have already started booing:

　　 "Get out if you don't work!"

　　 "I still come to Liuying Alley for such a bad drink!"

　　 "Get out of Liuying Alley!"

　　 The faces of the people who came with Jiang Deqian were all gray, you look at me, I look at you, don’t know what to do.

　　 Jiang got Qian's ride on the tiger, and he glanced at Hou Biao behind him, and found that this bald monkey actually looked like an old monk who had entered the doom, and looked indifferent.

　　 How did he know that Hou Biao was no better than him at this moment.

　　 Hou Biao, who once fought black boxing in Thailand and then worked as a mercenary for several years, has real skills. His kung fu is not about **** and embroidering his legs, but he has been trained in life and death struggles one after another. Had it not been for offending the most powerful mercenary group overseas, he might still be active in the jungles of Southeast Asia and the deserts of the Middle East.

　　 He hid in a container full of **** and escaped back to his country. Jiang Deguan rescued the dying scar from a pile of waste plastic. From then on, he became a bodyguard and thug for Jiang Deguan.

　　 In the past few years, Jiang Deguan went well, and Hou Biao was part of the credit. At least many of them had no background and were pulled by him by relying on hard forks.

　　 When the henhouse grabbed his wrist, he instinctively wanted to twist the joints to hold back, but he failed. The power from the opponent's fingers made him feel terrified. His right hand was tightly clenched into a fist and retracted, and the veins on his arm burst. He wanted to break free from the man's hand, but even if he exhausted all the power in his body, he couldn't succeed. His hand was like being held by a hoop, let alone breaking free, he didn't even move a point in his position.

　　According to his previous combat experience, he should fight back at this time. He can use the elbow, knee bump, leg sweep; his left hand is still free, from this angle there are more than a dozen ways to make a fatal blow; there is a military dagger in his pocket, and there is a energy concealed in his belt. The wire that strangles a person's neck.

　　 But when he saw the calm expression of the chicken coop head, he felt that all attacks were unreliable. Those who have lived in the jungle and in the flames of war have a keen instinct for real danger. He knew that before his right hand broke free, he could not do anything, otherwise he would only be more passive.

　　 He regrets not having brought the gun out now. He hasn’t carried a gun on him for a long time. On the one hand, in such a peaceful domestic environment, he sometimes encounters unnecessary trouble with a gun; on the other hand, after returning to China, he has never encountered something worthwhile. He was the one who drew the gun, so much so that he is not even familiar with his marksmanship now.

　　 Aoki stood lazily like that, grabbing Hou Biao's right wrist with his left hand, and looking at Hou Biao grinningly, the corners of his eyes swept towards the two people who were still drinking.

　　 Jiang got the money to spare, and bite the bullet and drank two more bottles. Then wow it came out.

　　 I couldn't vomit, and I vomited out all the wine I had been holding back. He supported the table and vomited for three full minutes, vomiting pools of foam on the ground.

　　 Bishenghua removed the small half bottle of wine in her hand from the corner of her mouth, changed her sturdy spirit, and said calmly: "Sorry Jiang? You lost!"

　　 Those **** came up to help him and patted him on the back: "Shao Jiang, are you okay?"

　　 It’s okay if I didn’t shoot. I vomited again and again. Even the bladder was shocked. A stream of heat flowed out of the pants, and the smell filled the room and people covered their noses.

　　 The beer froth on the ground is very thick, mixing with the yellow liquid flowing down Jiang Deqian's pants, making a sizzling sound.

　　 Jiang Deqian knew that if he conceded today, his name would be as stinky as his pants. Although he was vomiting gastrointestinal cramps at this moment, and he lost half of his strength, but a wave of hatred and regret rose from the bottom of his heart, abruptly supporting his body.

　　 He pushed away and supported his little brother, pointed at the life flower and said, "You **** **** me!"

　　 Lifetime Flower spread out his hands and made an innocent look: "Everyone has seen it. I didn't take a sip of wine. You vomit first!"

　　The people that Xiaoqi brought have all said that she was strong: "What? You want to be shameless?"

　　Jiang got Qian's heart sullen, and waved his hand and commanded: "Give me a shit! It's a mess! Who the **** dares to stop, hit me, beat me to death, kill me, I am responsible!"

His arrogance is not unreasonable. Although it seems that there are more people in the bar, and most of the onlookers are biased towards the man, but those are just mobs, and the people he brings are all veterans in fighting. You Hou Biao. He did not believe that when it came to life and death, Hou Biao would not make a move.

　　 He knew that in life-and-death situations, no matter what he did, as long as the opponent was not a big man with a good background, his brother would find a way to help him settle, at most, he would be banned for a while.

　　 Except for Hou Biao, all the five or six people he brought with him moved. First, they threw the wine on the table all over the floor, then overturned the table and chairs, and someone went straight to the wine shelf.

Bi Sheng Hua did not expect to meet such a rogue person, and indeed drank a lot of alcohol, the reaction was a little slow~www.wuxiamtl.com~ However, Xiao Qi, who is always cautious and cautious, sprang out like a tiger, hitting him with a kick. A gangster kicked something down. Following that, the group of people that Xiao Qi had brought rushed up.

　　 The sound of bottle and cup colliding with each other and the exclamation of watching the lively crowd sounded together, and the scene was chaotic.

　　 Bi Sheng Hua looked at the messy broken glass **** and cursed distressedly, "Fuck!"

The people on Xiaoqi's side are all energetic young people in the neighborhood. Although the fight may not be as good as the people brought by Jiang Deqian, they can't hold them back, and Xiaoqi is fierce again, and his forehead has been opened. Scoop, with a **** face, still waving half a beer bottle in his hand, yelling and roaring like a madman.

　　 Looking at the unfavorable situation, Jiang Deqian narrowed his eyes and yelled: "Monkey! Are you still not taking action?"

　　 It was only then that spent his life noticing that there was a man with a bald tattoo behind Jiang Deqian. She could tell at a glance that this guy was a fierce character, Jiang Deqian's true support, maybe he was still a murderous character.

　　 She was about to remind everyone, when she suddenly found Aoki standing next to the bald head, still there lazily watching the people next to him fight, and the bald head seemed to have grabbed Aoki's hand.

　　 "Fuck! I can't run without help, what a fool!"

Bi Sheng Hua muttered vaguely, and stepped on the chair she had been stepping on. Cat waist picked up a bottle from the ground, stepped forward, and slammed a bottle on Jiang De, who was fainted with vomiting. Money on the head.

She quickly grasped Jiang’s collar with her left hand and slammed the edge of the overturned table. The sharp corner of the broken glass exposed in the half of the bottle in her right hand pressed against the artery of Jiang Deqian’s neck. Aoki and bald head shouted:

　　 "Don't **** move! Move my old lady to stab him to death!"