Chapter 797

"I didn't!" The maid's crying face was aggrieved.

Since Wei Lai came here, the thug felt that Wei Lai was eccentric. This time, he repeatedly picked things and confirmed his guess.

"Who are you?"

Wei Lai picks eyebrows, "I'm your father!"

If you stay here, you will not be able to get out. Now, you have to try to get out first.

As long as he can get out, he has a way to escape successfully.

The thug was enraged by him, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames. He wished he could devour Wei Lai.

"Damn it

Wei Lai said, "I'm your father!"

"You --"

The green tendons of the beater's forehead were very high because of his anger, and the clang iron fist was "creak creak" by him.

Wei Lai uses ventral language, added a, "he is really your father."

In this narrow compartment, there were only Wei Lai, the maid and the beater. Wei Lai's mouth didn't move. Then, the maid just said this.

When the Thug's fierce eyes moved to the waitress's face, the waitress could not help shivering, "that's not what I said."

"You didn't say it, so who said it?" The thugs were completely enraged.

The maid burst into tears and said in a timid voice, "I'm not a slave."

Wei Lai said with a smile, "you are a group, and he won't do anything to you!"

"Young master, I didn't say that!"

"Is that what I said?" Wei Lai said as he moved towards the door.

The thug has a lot of brute force. He can't do anything without thinking. In addition, he has just been angered. Looking at the waitress this time, he wished he could tear her in half.

The waitress repeatedly denied it.

At this time, Wei Lai said in his belly, "damn fool!"

The chest was up and down, the blood vessels on the neck were also raised, and one blow fell on the bed. The wooden bed, which was not strong, collapsed instantly.

There's a lot of noise here. Although other people who are smoking cream are intoxicated, they are still disturbed. All of a sudden, the whole dark pavilion was in a mess, and there were many complaints.

Wei Lai took advantage of the chaos and fled towards the exit.

The thug was shocked and rushed away from the crowd.

These people because of smoking cream, although the time is not long, but also weak body.

The thug, with all his brute force, easily pushed these people away and soon grasped Wei Lai's back collar.

Wei Lai was thinking about how to get out. He was caught by the thugs and couldn't move at all.

He turned his eyes quickly and kicked at the beater's belly.

"Ow --"

The thugs hurt, and their facial features became distorted.

Wei Lai clenched his teeth, hit him on the head again, and yelled, "I have a lot of cream here!"

Smell speech, these people eyes shine, a swarm of toward Wei Lai side around.

Wei Lai looked at these people as if they were crazy, fighting for the cream. There was a cool wind in his heart.

Just a few days later, these people are so dependent on these creams. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will be a disaster.

The beater pushed away the crowd and punched Wei Lai.

Wei Lai, who was looking for the organ, did not notice for a moment, but actually got the punch.

In front of the stars, he shook his head, "you dare to hit your father!"

"You --"

A lucky face suddenly became a dyeing workshop, fists like raindrops toward Wei Lai's face.

Wei Lai's face was black and blue, and his nose and mouth were full of blood.

The blood gas makes these people who indulge in the mirage of cigarette paste wake up for a moment, and then the eyes become lax again.

Wei Lai spat a mouthful of blood and thought: if you don't kill me, then you must take me to see the steward. As long as you can get out, it doesn't matter how many times!

Looking at Wei Lai growing white, I didn't expect that he was quite resistant to fighting!

The thug snorted, grabbed Wei Lai, and slapped him again.

Wei Lai vomited a mouthful of blood directly on the face of the beater, which angered the beater.

The thug wiped the blood on his face and held Wei Lai's neck.

The breath was suddenly strangled, and Wei Lai looked very painful.

With a click, the mechanism rings, and the steward comes in with two people. When he sees the chaotic scene, he is shocked.

"What happened?"

Wei Lai saw the steward and grinned.

The thug quickly let go, and was about to tell the steward what happened. Wei Lai was busy: "this damned one asked me for the reward, and beat me if he didn't give it!"

The steward twisted his eyebrows.

"In charge, it's not like that!" The thug explained quickly.

Wei Lai's smile became more and more strange, but seeing the waitress come over, he took a steady breath, and said in his ventriloquies, "in charge, I can prove it!"

Then the thug and the maid looked at Wei Lai.

Just now they just heard Wei Lai's ventral voice, only surprised, but did not carefully distinguish the source of the voice.

This time, the beater and the maid found that the voice came from Wei Lai, but what happened when his lips moved?

The astonishment on the two faces made the steward very unhappy. He stopped his eyes on Wei Lai's face and said angrily to the thugs, "don't you clean up the mess soon?"

The thugs were very reluctant to nod.

The steward said to Wei Lai, "I'm sorry, sir. Please follow me to wipe some medicine outside."

Wei Lai looked at him for a while and thought to himself: does the steward doubt anything about him.

Spat a mouthful of blood, and a horizontal eye, is glaring at his thugs, with the steward out.

As soon as he went out, Wei Lai's shoulder was fastened by the steward.

"Steward, what do you mean?" Wei Lai eyes sharp coagulation in his fall on his shoulder that hand.

Although he was thin, he had great strength. He could not break away easily.

The steward looked at him with a smile, "this young man, I'm just taking you to wipe medicine!"

Wei Lai felt the coldness and sadness in his smile, and cried "no" in his heart. He grabbed the back of his hand and tried to get rid of his shackles.

However, Wei Lai is not a master of martial arts.

Just as he was dragged back, a beautiful shadow suddenly appeared in front of the crowd.

Everyone was shocked.

The steward felt the strong pressure, and his brow was almost twisted into a knot in one's heart.

He put his hand around Wei Lai's neck and said in a deep voice, "if you want him to live, then quit!"

Mo Qi naturally won't listen to the threat of being in charge. She never glanced at Wei Lai's face with her eyes. She said with a scornful smile: "do you think I will pay attention to the life of this irrelevant person?"

Is it difficult for these two people not to know each other?

The ink chess player has already grasped the handle of the sword. "What illegal activities do you do in this gambling house? Don't you tell me quickly to Jingzhao mansion?"

The steward handed Wei Lai to the thugs around him and looked at Moqi with a sneer, "we are a serious gambling house. We pay taxes according to law. If you don't have any evidence, don't talk nonsense!"