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Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, the equivalent of Hua QianXun's second hometown. He wasn't unfamiliar with this place, because she used to come to Hangzhou often in the past to pick up some top quality beauties.

The darkness of the night gradually grew denser. Under the street light, Hua QianXun sat quietly on a bench for an hour, as if he was reminiscing about his childhood and the warmth of his family. Then he took a TAXT to a bar called Happy Hours.

At this time, Hua QianXun only wanted to drink wine, and this bar was one of the shops that he frequented when he was in Zhejiang. However, he found out that the owner of the bar had changed long ago, and the staff who were familiar with it had left long ago. The only thing that didn't change was the structure of the bar and the familiar melody.

"The French liked brandy and the British liked whisky, but Hua chose to drink homemade Tsingtao beer instead of foreign wine, along with a few dried fruits." The business of Happy Times was pretty good. A guitarist who played and sang to himself was like a lovelorn who was playing and singing to his heart's content. That kind of sad feeling seemed to spread to everyone present, including Hua Qianlou.

"Bang!" A bottle fell to the blue brick floor and split open.

A roar that sounded like a pig being butchered also followed and shouted, "Fuck, we came to a bar to drink and be happy, not for you to play the tear-provoking song. Did your wife run away with someone, or did your family die? Why is it all fucking sad? "

The player of the guitarist was a young man with artistic glasses and long hair. At this time, looking at the fat middle-aged man who weighed over two hundred jin, said with a trembling voice, "Right … Sorry... I... I know these tunes, and they're all original to me. "

The owner of the bar had already rushed over after hearing the news. After seeing this scene, he immediately came out to smooth things over and said to the fat man, "Sorry, I'm the owner of this bar. This singer is new, please take care of him. I'll immediately ask him to change to some cheerful songs."

Beside him, there were a few men with heads as big as a man's neck and golden necklaces as thick as a thumb. They shouted like the wind, "Boss, if you still hire people like this, you can only sing a few songs. Why don't you close the shop earlier? "This is too depressing …" One of them pointed at it and said, "Brat, if you don't make us happy with the next song, I'll let you have a taste of the glass. How did you make the glass?"

The boss frowned when he heard this, while the guitarist was scared silly by the words of "big head".

Hua Qianlou looked at these brawny men and guessed in his heart that these men were either gangsters or accomplices of a tiger. "Bite them!" The lackey.

The Happy Hour was not a big bar, and if anything happened here, the whole bar would know. At this moment, a man with a similar stature to Zhen Zidan shakily walked towards the sturdy men and the boss. He said something that would make people want to fall down, "Boss, I didn't bring any money with me today, so I'll trust you today. When I drink again in the future, I'll definitely bring you the money!"

The skinny man's words were like a bomb that attracted the attention of everyone present. A young man among the employees who had been numbed immediately stopped the thin man and said coldly, "Sir, please settle the bill first! We have no credit here. "

The skinny man was stunned for a moment. He also felt that it was a bit of a mistake. He turned to the staff member who had stopped him and asked, "Are you deaf? I said I forgot to bring money today? "

"If you forgot to bring money, then why are you pretending to be rich? and learned to drink Hennessy poetry from foreigners and drank two bottles of it. "

A man who could drink two bottles of Hennessy could be imagined. Hua Qianlou also liked to drink wine, but he could never drink two bottles of Hennessy at once. Hua QianXun looked carefully at the thin, cool-looking man. Although he was slightly thin, and not particularly tall, the muscles on his arms clearly showed his explosive strength. In the past few years in the United States, Hua Qianlou's vision had become extremely sharp. The achievements he had made on Wall Street in the past few years had filled him with an incomparable confidence.

Originally, the main character of "Lucky Hand" had turned into the case of the thin cool guy intentionally evading orders, while the other guests were drinking their wine with great interest as if they were watching a show, their eyes unblinking as they watched the development of the situation. As for those brawny men with big heads and thick necks who were rude a moment ago, they screamed even more, "Fuck, another poor wretch came and drank Hennessy, that's how I drink Jack Danny!"

A string of ridiculing sounds drifted in the sky above the bar. As for the skinny man, he clenched his fists so tightly that "Ge ge …" Make it sound.

"Waiter, how much is his bill? I'll pay for him! " Hua Qianlou's words were like a wind vane as they drew the attention of all the customers.

The waiter knew from Hua Qianlou's tone that he was definitely a rich man and his tone softened as he said to him, "Sir, his total expenditure is four thousand five hundred and sixty yuan. This is not a small amount."

From a black handbag, Hua QianXun took out a stack of money and said to the waiter, "Here is a total of five thousand yuan. Give the rest of the money to that mister."

The skinny man's eyes sized up Hua Qianlou carefully. The corner of Hua Qianlou's mouth curved into a knowing smile as he faced the thin, cool-looking man. The skinny man looked at Hua Qianlou coldly and said: "Thank you!"

"You're welcome, brothers from all corners of the world!" Hua Qianlou did not pay much attention to the cool-looking man's attitude towards him.

When the waiter returned the rest of the money to the skinny man unwillingly, the skinny man didn't take the money, but said to the waiter coldly, "I don't need this money, just return the money to that mister!"

The waiter almost choked to death after hearing what the thin cool guy said. Although a few hundred dollars was not a lot, the two of them kept pushing it around and thought to themselves, "Damn, why not tip me instead!" Hmph, paying for others but not tipping them, why are you still pretending to be rich! "

Taking the money from the waiter, Hua QianXun turned to the waiter and said: "Some people's tip is something that I am willing to give. For some people, I would rather not give a single cent of the tip to those who look down on others!"

The waiter looked at Hua Qianlou and started to get scared. Why was he thinking about it? He seemed to know everything …

After settling the matter, Hua QianXun didn't pay any more attention to the situation. Instead, he continued to drink his beer while a pig-like voice called out, "Ahhh! Damn it, don't you have eyes for walking? You stepped on my foot! "

Hua QianXun raised his head again and looked towards the main character of the incident. He discovered that the main character was the skinny man and the man with the golden necklace on their necks. As for Hua Qian Xun, he heard a shocking sentence. He heard the thin cool-looking man say to the brawny man who was grimacing in pain, "What's wrong with stepping on you? I did it on purpose! "

Hearing the words of the thin, cool-looking man, Hua QianXun couldn't help but focus all his attention on him. He thought to himself: "This skinny, cruel man, he really dares to burn himself by playing with fire!" "Could it be that you have the ability to make a ruckus?" And at this time, because of the skinny man's words, the few people with "big heads" had been thoroughly angered. Their faces were ashen, and it was obvious that their flames of anger were burning.

"Huala!" Suddenly, several people stood up simultaneously and surrounded the thin, cool-looking man. Seeing this, Hua Qianlou frowned slightly. The customers of the Happy Hour Bar all knew what was going to happen next and scurried to the door like rats. The boss of the Happy Hour Bar could no longer care about the customers who had yet to pay the bill. He turned to a shivering staff member and said, "What's the use of being afraid? Hurry up and call the police!" While he was talking, he was paying attention to the situation.

Du Fang looked at the five men who were surrounding him like fat pigs. A trace of disdain appeared in his eyes. However, the actions of the five men still entered Du Fang's eyes.

"Bro, you're pretty awesome!" Where did you come from? "Give me your name." The man with the golden necklace asked Du Fang suspiciously, fearing that he would get into trouble.

"My name is Du Fang!" The skinny man said this coldly, as if he was talking to himself.

"Du Fang? Humph! You think that just because your name is cool that you are awesome? "F * ck, I'll let you know the consequences of provoking us." After the man with the golden necklace finished speaking, he swung his huge fist and punched towards Du Fang's face.

Du Fang's sharp eyes were like that of an eagle's. His right hand opened and closed with an astonishing speed as he gripped the incoming fist in his hand. He secretly exerted some strength and heard a "Aiyo …" A miserable shriek came from the mouth of the golden necklace. The man with the golden necklace felt as if his wrist was being clamped down. Waves of heart-wrenching pain came to his body and mind.

"F * ck, you dare to hit my big brother, brothers, attack!"

The other four, seeing that this skinny man truly had some tricks up his sleeve, restrained their disdain towards him. They wanted to rely on him to bully the few, and greeted Du Fang with punches and kicks.

Du Fang said, "Humph! "—" The golden man's body, which weighed more than two hundred kilograms, was like a cannonball as it was sent flying a few meters away from a table. Fortunately, the table was made of metal, and the man's body only smashed the bottles and plates on the table into pieces.

The four men couldn't help but feel fear when they saw their big brother getting killed with just a wave of his hand. Du Fang knew that these ruffian brawny men only had some brute force, and did not know any fighting techniques. He was merciless to the four of them, and aimed a palm strike at the gunman who was the first to attack, chopping at his kick leg. With a blood-curdling scream, he clutched his own leg and fell limply to the ground.

After seeing this scene, Hua QianXun had already seen the result. He did not expect that this skinny man was actually a fighting expert, and from Du Fang's calm expression, he could guess that this skinny man was not using his full strength, or perhaps hiding it. And as expected, it turned out to be within Hua Qianlou's expectations. The bodies of the other three bulky and chubby men were beaten down to the ground by Du Fang within a few moves. They hugged their stomachs. It didn't stop there.

Du Fang faced the few ruffians on the ground who were groaning in pain, and said, "All of you, shut up. If anyone dares to moan again, I'll break all of their teeth!"