Chapter 36

Jiang Deqian realized that he was likely to plant today. He had expected Hou Biao to help him. Unexpectedly, the smelly monkey advised him to admit defeat.

Of course he doesn't agree.

Although his name of Jiang Shao is not very loud in Wuzhong, he has such a name in the circle at least. Now his woman ran to a man and woman in a small bar. He not only didn't get it back, but also lost the wine to the man and woman. If this gets out, he will stop fooling around in Wuzhong area after Jiang gets the money. He can be laughed to death!

Twelve bottles of flowers have been dried all his life. He banged the wine bottle on the ground and said, "are you ok? If you can't, you can roll!"

The people around have already started to coax:

"If you can't, get out!"

"How can you come to Liuying lane with such poor drinking capacity!"

"Get out of Liuying Lane!"

The faces of those who followed Jiang Deqian turned pale. Look at me and I look at you. I don't know what to do.

Jiang Deqian was unable to ride a tiger. He glanced at Hou Biao behind him and found that the bald monkey was as indifferent as an old monk.

He didn't know that Hou Biao was no better than him at the moment.

Hou Biao, who once played black boxing in Thailand and later worked as a mercenary for several years, has real kung fu. His kung fu is not fancy boxing and embroidered legs, but practiced in life and death struggles one after another. If he hadn't offended 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 fled home in a container full of garbage. Jiang Deguan rescued him from a pile of waste plastics. From then on, he became a bodyguard and thug for Jiang Deguan.

In recent years, Chiang's official success has been smooth, and Hou Biao has also contributed to it. At least many people who have no background but rely on a cruel hard fork have been pulled out by him.

When the chicken nest head grabbed his wrist, he instinctively wanted to twist his joints and hold it back, but he failed. The power from the other party's fingers made him feel terrible. He clenched his right hand into a fist and retracted, and the blue veins on his arm burst. He tried to break free from the man's hand, but even if he used all his strength, he couldn't succeed. His hand seemed to be fixed by an iron ring. Let alone break free, he didn't even move a point.

According to past combat experience, he should fight back at this time. He can push his elbow, hit his knee and sweep his leg; His left hand is still empty. From this point of view, there are more than a dozen ways to launch a fatal blow; He had a military dagger in his pocket and a wire that could cut people's neck on his belt.

But when he saw the calm expression of the chicken nest head, he felt that all means of attack were unreliable. People who make a living in the jungle and war have a keen intuition of real danger. He knew that he could do nothing until his right hand broke free, otherwise he would only be more passive.

He's a little sorry he didn't bring his gun out now. He hasn't brought a gun with him for a long time. On the one hand, in this peaceful environment in China, carrying a gun sometimes encounters unnecessary trouble; On the other hand, after returning home, he had never met anyone worthy of his gun, so that he was unfamiliar with his shooting skills now.

Aoki stood lazily, grabbed Hou Biao's right wrist with his left hand, looked at Hou Biao with a smile, and the remaining light from the corner of his eye swept to the two people who were still drinking.

Jiang got the money out and forced himself to drink two more bottles. Then he vomited out.

This time I couldn't vomit. I vomited all the wine I had been holding in my stomach. He held the table and vomited for three minutes, leaving pools of white foam on the ground.

Lifelong flower took the remaining half bottle of wine from the corner of her mouth, changed her fierce spirit, and said calmly, "isn't Jiang Shao? You lost!"

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

It's OK that I didn't shoot. I vomited again and again. Even my bladder was frightened. A heat stream flowed out of my trousers. The smell made people cover their noses all over the room.

The beer foam on the ground was very thick, mixed with the yellow liquid flowing from Jiang Deqian's pants, making a Zizi sound.

Jiang Deqian knew that if he conceded defeat today, his name would stink like his pants. Although he vomited so much that he had no strength at all, a wave of hatred and regret rose from the bottom of his heart and forcibly supported his body.

He pushed away, held his little brother, pointed to the lifelong flower and said, "you fucking fool me!"

All my life, I spread out my hands and looked innocent: "everyone saw it. I didn't drink less wine. You threw up first!"

People led by Xiao Qi spoke out one after another to strengthen her momentum: "what? Do you want to cheat?"

Jiang Deqian's heart crossed, waved and commanded, "smash it for me! Smash it! Whoever dares to stop it, fight me, fight to death, and kill me!"

His arrogance is not unreasonable. Although it seems that there are more people in the bar and most of the onlookers prefer the man and woman, those are just mobs. The people he brings are veteran fighters, not to mention Hou Biao. He didn't believe that Hou Biao would stop at the critical moment of life and death.

He knew that when life and death were at stake, no matter what he did, as long as his opponent was not a big man with a source, his brother would find a way to help him deal with it. At most, he would be banned for a while.

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

I didn't expect to meet such a scoundrel in my life. In addition, I did drink a lot of wine and my reaction was a little slow. But Xiao Qi, who had always been cautious, ran out like a tiger and kicked down a gangster who was smashing things. Then the group of people brought by Xiao Qi rushed up.

The sound of wine bottles and cups banging together and the exclamation of the spectators sounded together, and the scene was in chaos.

All her life, Hua looked at the messy broken glass residue and scolded "shit!"

The people on Qi's side are all vigorous young people in the neighborhood. Although the fight may not be as good as those brought by Jiang Deqian, they can't stand them. And Qi is cruel again. His forehead is opened, his face is bleeding, and he waves half a beer bottle and yells there like a madman.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Jiang Deqian narrowed his eyes and shouted, "monkey! Don't you do it yet?"

It took her whole life to notice that there was a bald tattoo man behind Jiang Deqian. At a glance, she saw that this guy was a fierce role and the real dependence of Jiang Deqian. Maybe he was still a murderous role.

She was about to remind everyone to pay attention, when she suddenly found that Aoki was standing next to the bald head. She was still lazily watching the people fighting next to her, and the bald head seemed to have grasped Aoki's hand.

"Shit! You can't run without help. What a fool!"

The lifelong flower muttered vaguely, trampled over the chair he had been stepping on, picked up a bottle from the ground, took a half step forward, and clicked a bottle on Jiang de Qian's head.

She quickly grabbed Jiang's collar with her left hand and pressed the edge of the overturned table. The sharp corner of the broken glass exposed in half of the bottle in her right hand butted against the main artery on Jiang Deqian's neck. From the corner of her eye, she looked at Qingmu and bald head and shouted:

"Don't fucking move! Move again! I'll stab him!"