Chapter 772

In a bar, this is where Wang Peng often comes.

They don't do anything here, just drink.

The drinks here are good. At least there is no fake wine.

If you look for a girl, they'll go to another field.

But there is no Wu Yang here today.

Only Wang Peng and a dozen people who often follow him are here.

Wang Peng and Wu Yang are two kinds of people in sharp contrast. One is sea water and the other is fire. They can't integrate at all.

"Peng'er, what do you say, we all listen to you!" like Wang Peng's character, these people mixed under his hands are just like him. They are afraid of chaos in the world and know to fight all day.

He seldom uses his head when he is in trouble.

Now Zhang Wen's name is so loud on the road, they don't have to worry at all. As long as they report Zhang Wen's name, no one dares to fight with them. What else do they need to think about?

This is their strongest backing!

Bang.

Wang Peng drank up the "blue flame" in his glass and frowned.

"Damn it!" he patted the table hard and thought that he was being played by Zhiyong like an idiot. Zhiyong, an asshole, was just bullying Wang Peng. He didn't know anything!

Bully him with low IQ!

"I want to break Zhiyong's leg!" Wang Peng's eyes sank, "two!"

The person next to nodded in agreement: "brother Peng, let's receive the news first recently, and then kill him?"

"Well!" Wang Peng narrowed his eyes, "let the brothers find him on the road if they have nothing to do recently. Once there is him, let me know! I don't believe I can't find him!"

"En..." the man nodded and went to arrange with the people below.

Wang Peng's eyes narrowed. Zhiyong, Zhiyong, this time I see where you can hide!

Wu Yang didn't know anything about this. Everything was going on secretly by Wang Peng. He wanted to give a satisfactory account of his mistakes and Zhang Wen.

When he caught Zhiyong and crippled him, that was a satisfactory answer to Zhang Wen.

To let Zhang Wen see, oh, is Wang Peng good? He still has some ability.

The lotus flower in Wang Peng's heart has collapsed~

Wang Peng thinks too much. In fact, Zhiyong doesn't take this matter seriously at all. He doesn't take Wang Peng seriously. He thinks Wang Peng is a college student.

In the eyes of punks, the word "college student" is an oil head who can't do anything. Will such a person be afraid of fierce volunteers?

May He taboo Wang Peng?

After that, Zhiyong still did what he should do every day. He didn't mean to hide at all, and there was no taboo at all.

He was not afraid of Wang Peng, nor did he think they would retaliate.

What kind of storm does a college student have?

At the moment, Zhiyong is sitting in the night scene, holding two girls around him, playing madly~

His big bald head is quite dazzling. People today can't help looking at him.

Not much. They are not restrained by the ferocity of Zhiyong, but feel very curious~

After all, it's not February yet. It's not too cold to have a big bald head at this time?

This bald head has now become a symbol of Zhiyong.

After Wang Peng's case was handled in the shortest time, Zhiyong expanded, even more than little dragon and snake.

Every day is to take Lao Yan's money out to find a girl. Every day is to play.

Wang Peng, you can't find Zhiyong!

Zhiyong is standing there!

This night show is one that Zhiyong often comes to play. Recently, he plays late into the night every day.

Every day I get drunk.

It's more than eleven in the evening.

Three students came in from outside the field. They didn't want to drink in a hurry or look for a girl, but quietly walked around the field.

Eyes gently fall on everyone.

Of course, it also includes the courage of wine disorder.

One of them soon found Zhiyong and winked at the other. Then the three met and went to a quiet place in the night scene. After checking and confirming that the person was Zhiyong, they took out their mobile phone and called Wang Peng.

In the case of extreme self reproach and suffocating to vent.

Wang Peng is almost ready at one o'clock now.

After hearing the news that Zhiyong was playing in the field, Wang Peng was cruel and angry.

He really didn't expect that others didn't take him seriously at all. They weren't afraid of him at all! Just play outside every day!

Wang Peng?

Can't get into his eyes at all!

Wang Peng told them to take good care of Zhiyong. He called his own people together and walked towards the field with a guy's business.

Along the way, Wang Peng didn't say a word.

He is not nervous, but angry!

Can he not be angry?

Zhiyong is so arrogant that he plays like an idiot!

If Zhang Wen hadn't told him, he wouldn't even know that he had been fooled by Zhiyong.

What an insult is this?

This is a stain in Wang Peng's life!

Before he thought of Zhiyong, he thought he was good and foolishly went out to play with Zhiyong. He was a little awkward in his heart!

IQ, seriously challenged!

Today, Wang Peng is going to discuss his IQ, give his IQ and find justice!

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The lights in the night scene flashed everywhere. The atmosphere in the night scene was good. Many people swayed wildly in the center of the scene.

Including a bald youth.

The man's face is full of flesh. He doesn't know what it is at first sight.

He was followed by two girls who were trying to swing with him.

Why try?

Because his dancing posture and rhythm are very unique and difficult to understand.

Suddenly, it looked like an old man doing radio gymnastics.

Whooshing~

This is the tone of Zhiyong~

That's what he likes~

He also brought seven or eight younger brothers to play today, all of whom are the younger brothers around Lao Yan.

Old Yan is good at everything, but these people around him have poor combat effectiveness. Zhiyong is even the most powerful one. There is no role like Zhang Guohua at all. If you want to fight, old Yan can't.

But to play Yin, these people of Lao Yan are all experts.

All right.

DJ at the top of the stage shook his head like crazy, followed the heavy metal music and twisted his body crazily.

"Brothers and sisters, but cats, swing, enough times!"

Speaking non-standard Mandarin, he roared vigorously.

But just when the atmosphere was well adjusted by him, a heavy force suddenly gave him a foot from the side. Before he could react, he flew out obliquely.

Then a tall, thin young man who looked a little like Hu Ge came over and turned off the music.

Holding a dagger in his hand, he said to the microphone, "Zhiyong, I'm going to kill you today!"