Lian Yuncheng came out of the bar and drank a lot of wine. He walked unsteadily.
Five years, he waited for Ling Xiaoqian for five years, but she didn't feel anything about him.
"Ah..." he grins bitterly, and his steps are still staggering. Unconsciously, he walks to the remote alley. He leans against the wall and grins bitterly, "Ling Xiaoqian, why do you treat me like this? Why don't you accept me, why... "
It was quiet all around, and a voice suddenly rang out.
"Well, I didn't expect that a big gangster would be sad for a woman."
As soon as the voice fell, several figures came around.
Even Yuncheng looked at them, a little drunk, but his mind was still very clear, he knew what he was facing, but he didn't have the slightest fear and fear.
"You're really good. You've come here from the United States to tell you that even if I die, the boss will not be the grandson."
The man replied with a smile, "but if you don't die, my eldest brother won't have a chance to be. If you die, there's still a 50% chance. What's more, you should try."
"It's up to you?" Lian Yuncheng didn't pay any attention to them.
The man saw that he stood unsteadily and was very proud, "I know you can fight, but I've never seen how you feel when you're drunk."
Lian Yuncheng straightened up and looked at the seven or eight men in front of him. His lips were slightly pulled up and he was bloodthirsty. He was in a bad mood and had no place to vent. Since they sent him to the door, he was not polite.
"Fight!"
Without waiting for those men to take the initiative, Lian Yuncheng has rushed up and grabbed one of the men's collars. Regardless of everything, he punched directly
(OK, fight is not good, omit n action, ha ha ~ ~)
It seems that the more drunk he is, the more sober he is. Ling Xiaoqian's indifference is all in his mind. It really makes him feel miserable and vent his anger to those men.
From childhood to adulthood, he was the best at fighting. After a while, all the men let him get down.