Although he traveled through time and became a little beggar, Bailang really has no experience in freebies - so this tragedy happened... Basically, not long after he went back after eating, he would be hungry after peeing.
After Bai Lang and Hu were stuffed, they persisted until they sang happy birthday and ate the cake. Then they went to the bar for entertainment, and Bai Lang was ready to go back.
Otherwise, it makes sense for Yuyu to throw him here - after going out, it was very cliche. It was so cliche that Bailang didn't even want to watch it. It was still a very boring teasing. They were men and women of all ages.
Not big, the women headed by the goddess were all above the standard in appearance, and of course they were harassed by a group of yellow haired men who had drunk too much.
There are also men and women on the other side, but they all look like social people, and there are about ten people in total - yes, the number is less than the people attending the goddess's birthday party, but the tone of the social gangsters makes them far more arrogant than
The people here are arrogant. "Beauty... Let's go play together. If you have a card, you will have a dragon."
Bailang didn't understand what they were talking about at all, but it didn't stop him from enjoying the show. It should be said that because of the internal warriors among them, several men attending the banquet became bolder and wanted to show their bravery in front of other women.
So they immediately started shoving and scolding.
In his two lifetimes, Bai Lang has never been to a bar or nightclub - he is actually a socialist. Without money or courage, he cannot go to such places. Because he has always heard that nightclubs cost four figures.
, and then it costs tens of thousands of yuan to play, and it only takes two nights for his annual salary to be spent.
After traveling through time, he didn't go to a brothel. He didn't have time to practice and still had time to go to a brothel - and he was still young. In the previous worlds, either time was short or he was busy running away, and it was impossible to do that.
It's a good thing I didn't do it, otherwise I might regret it now.
Bailang was thinking about this situation to himself, but he didn't notice the development of the situation for a while. The two sides were already fighting. Who knows that everyone had actually drank some wine, and there were women around him.
Go ahead. Bailang took a step forward, his tall figure was quite intimidating.
In one step, he had already reached the place where the two sides were fighting, and with just a stretch of his arms, he had separated the two sides. "Speaking of it, I have practiced it since I was a child. After drinking too much, the fight was not about twisting the bastard boxing and shrew boxing, but also the shrew boxing.
It has a very good offensive and defensive structure. Ground striking skills and then joint skills. It is already very good for people who have no sense of energy and internal strength to reach this point." Bai Lang said that martial arts are promoted in the world and it is really good for everyone to have the skills to practice.
Anyway, if you can't develop your internal strength after training to the end, your destructive power will be just that, and it is impossible to break through the limits of the human body. After Bailang easily separated these people, he waved his hand to indicate that those people could get out. But he didn't expect that the problem of face was bigger than the sky.
Huang Mao on the opposite side actually pulls out a knife when he drinks too much.
With the knife in his hand, he stabbed out. Bai Lang casually slapped the man's arm, and immediately the arm bent inward with a click. The arm was whipped on Huang Mao's body like a whip. Huang Mao's wine completely turned into sweat from
Spurting erupted from his forehead and vest, and the severe pain made him wake up immediately...
This yellow-haired arm had a simple and complicated fracture, and it became like a rubber arm, hung entirely by muscles, so it would hit itself like a whip. At this point, how could the yellow-haired group opposite not know that this person was in front of them?
A tall and sturdy man is a warrior.
They are just social beings. Facing warriors who have at least cultivated the sense of energy, they should bow their head innately. Who would want to fight with warriors unless they risk their lives? Huang Mao's screams were intermittent, and Bai Lang curled his lips and prepared to leave.
, but he thought for a while and said first, "You go ahead, don't worry about this. I'll handle it."
This is a very reasonable way to escape from the group of men and women like the goddess Tian Li. It seems that Tian Li wants to stay too, but Bai Lang stretches out a palm to block the front, "It's your birthday, don't get involved in this."
It's such a boring thing. I said I'll handle it." After saying that, he folded his arms and looked at the paralyzed yellow man with a broken arm on the ground.
The police haven't come yet, but another member of society has come. Getting out of the car on the other side is a bald man who is also drunk and shirtless. He is just a little short, only about 1.7 meters. This is taller than Huang Mao.
A more typical social person, with dragon, thorn and tiger tattoos on his body, and he seems to be covering up for these yellow-haired gangsters.
This man ran over drunkenly, "What's wrong with you? Heipi." The other Huangmao didn't dare to speak, and the bald man looked at himself for a while, "Someone hit him?" Bailang sneered, "Brother, you drink.
Too many. Speaking of which, the police are a bit slow. If I had known earlier, I would have called 120 first."
These words seemed to click on the trigger. The bald man's eyes popped out, his neck tilted, and he faced Bailang diagonally like a bull. The alcohol made him ignore the height difference between him and Bailang, and it also seemed to make him forget all of a sudden.
He noticed the yellow-haired Heipi moaning on the ground - and of course he also forgot what kind of person it would be to beat Heipi's arm like this. Naturally, he also forgot what the younger brother just whispered in his ear - probably a
You didn't listen to it in the first place.
Therefore, it is said that it is virtuous for a gentleman not to drink alcohol.
Bai Lang was even happier. Such a bald man would definitely make today's joke. He actually patted the bald man's bald head in a humiliating manner. "Yeah, so what if I beat him?" Bai Lang hummed and smiled,
He half bent over and looked at the bald man, "Lese..."
The bald man's head was already red due to alcohol, and now the blood vessels appeared. The bald man punched Bailang's face directly, and he had a good sense of distance. He hit Bailang's face just in time.
Explode with maximum strength.
Bailang once again lamented that martial arts are really popular in this world, "The technique of hitting people is quite popular, which is a good thing." But after he stood up straight, the bald man's sense of distance was wrong immediately, and he punched Bailang's head.
In the palm of his hand, Bailang's strength flicked out of his palm, bringing the bald man's strength with him, causing him to fall over.
Bailang had indulged this guy very much because he was good enough to go to Xiaolin. He couldn't be more merciful and just let him fall on his ass. It seemed that the bald guy had drunk enough and rushed back directly.
The car took a forearm-long knife from the car and rushed over.
Huang Mao and the person who got out of the car from the other side of the car quickly rushed to hug him. However, at this time, the bald man became surprisingly flexible. He just turned his body and made a fake move, so he was like a front guard.
In that way, he got rid of the defender who was grabbing him very easily and rushed towards Bailang.
"Sure enough, it's a very beautiful fake move!" Bailang's eyes were shining. The bald man insisted on winning. At this time, Bailang also saw the police car 110 coming across the road...
This chapter has been completed!