At the door of the club, Wang Yuan looked down at the middle-aged man's hand holding his collar, and pointed at the other party and scolded: "Let go! Others know you, but I'm not a fucking parent of children."

"Who are you fucking with?"

"Just with you, what's the matter!" Wang Yuan opened the middle-aged man with a bang.

"Little boy!" Guanli saw that middle-aged man was punched, and reached out and grabbed Wang Yuan's hair.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it mean?"

“…!”

Guanli was about to take action, Qiao Shuai, Yang Xin, Xiaoji and others instantly surrounded him and followed him to push him physically.

At the door of the club, when the second master saw that everyone was going to do it, he immediately took a step down the stairs and came to the center of the crowd. He reached out and pulled Xiaoji and said, "It's time to do the wedding, why are you making trouble?"

When Xiaoji saw that it was the second master, he didn't dare to say anything, but the middle-aged man who had just been punched by Wang Yuan was still reluctant to take action: "Baby, come here!"

"What can you do if I go over?" Wang Yuan replied with extreme contempt: "Just like you, I can beat you three, do you believe it or not? If you don't accept it, we can practice alone."

When middle-aged man heard this, his eyes turned red when he heard it, and he punched Wang Yuan.

"Hey, hey!"

Second Master stopped him again from the crowd, reached out and grabbed the middle-aged arm, frowned and said, "Look at the age of you, you are so much older than them, why is it not at all suppressing the trouble? We didn't attend the wedding and brought filial piety cloth. How depressing is this? Take it quickly and go into the house to eat..."

"Who the hell are you?" Middle-aged man was so angry that he reached out and shook his second master's arm: "What does it have to do with you?"

"You won't talk well?" The second master frowned and asked in a loud voice.

"I'll tell you a JB, get out of here!"

"If you show off again, I will beat you to death." The second master pointed at the middle age and scolded in a very heavy Dong B accent.

"You brag!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the second master raised his knee and knocked his middle-aged abdomen. The latter bent down and then immediately grabbed his ear with his left hand and pulled it to the side. The middle-aged man suddenly felt so painful that his mother screamed, and his head unconsciously turned to the left.

"Smack!"

The second master stared at his eyes, waved his arms three times, and slapped the other person three times.

"Fuck!" Wang Yuan looked at the second master, his eyes widened and cursed in surprise.

"If my grandson hadn't held a full moon banquet, I would have to fuck you like a little bitch on another occasion." The second master pointed to his middle-aged face and scolded: "If you sober up the funeral of the mourning and joy, you can be respectful. You can have it on the table. I've lived at such an old age and don't understand these rules. I'd still come out to pretend to be a social person? Get out of here quickly, or I'll kill you."

"You old man!" The middle-aged man was embarrassed and angry, and suddenly got up.

Second Master increased his strength with his left hand and continued to pull his ear hard to the left. His right hand sniffed up with two big mouths.

Middle-aged man's ears were buzzing, and half of his face was numb. If Guanli had to suppress the evil fire in his heart against Shen Tianze and other people at this time and leave the matter for future resolution, then the second master would never be unreasonable. Because after all, when the family was having a wedding at home today, the old man would have lived for half his life and would not cause trouble for everyone at this time. But Guanli had a very close relationship with Fatty Huang when he was in Zhejiang J. He had always had resentment in his heart since he was in the middle of his arms. So as soon as the second master took action, he could not control his emotions and raised his hand and punched him in the chest.

"Tait!"

The second master was about to be sixty, so he could not avoid Guanli's punch so cleverly, so he was beaten back three steps on the spot.

But it was this punch that successfully made Xiaoji and others explode.

"Fuck your mom, you dare to beat him?"

"Beat him!"

“…!”

After Qiao Shuai, Xiaoji, and Yang Xin shouted almost at the same time, the young men present rushed towards Guanli in an instant, and both sides hit each other.

In the lobby, when the waitress saw that she had started to fuck outside, she immediately trotted upstairs, pushed open the Ozawa private room and shouted: "Mr. Chen, please go down and take a look... Your dad seems to have started fighting with someone else."

"My dad?" Chen Tianze was confused and thought to himself that my dad has been dead for many years. Can you still see it if you want to fight? It must be in the underworld judicial body.

"Is it the second master?" Cao Meng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and reminded Ozawa. Because the waiters in the hotel didn't understand the situation at Ozawa's house, they might have seen the old man being surrounded by everyone today, so they guessed that he was Ozawa's father.

When Chen Tianze heard Cao Meng's words, he stepped up and walked towards the window: "It's impossible, who can he fight with?"

After saying that, Ozawa reached out to lift the curtains, looked down at the downstairs, and immediately scolded, "Fuck, I'm really fighting, come downstairs and take a look!"

...

Downstairs, after the two gangs started to fuck, the second master didn't pull him, pointed at Guanli and shouted: "Xiaoji, beat him up, just beat him up. These people are really fucking ignorant!"

After the words were finished, the middle-aged man who was slapped by the second master just now looked up and saw the old man standing on the steps and shouting. He was so angry that he picked up a brick and rushed over.

Second Master is old and does a lot of heavy work when he is young. His legs are all erectile dysfunction. He usually takes a few breaks from the middle of the road. Therefore, the middle-aged man rushed over with a brick. Second Master squinted his eyes and did not hide. After the other party was about to go up the steps, he picked up an iron stick more than one meter long from the side.

This iron stick is used to ignite firecrackers, so the shape is quite unique. A U-shaped fork is welded on the stick head on one side. The fork head is very sharp and shining with a cold light.

After middle-aged man rushed up the steps, he was stunned when he saw the second master holding such a fork: "Then you still dare to stab me?"

"I dare not stab you? When I was fucking a horse, I was still a red soldier. You have a more B!" The second master shouted, holding the iron stick in both hands and poked it down twice.

This hard poke is not an ordinary slightly exaggerated adjective, but a narrative with a strong sense of picture. Because the second master was very frustrated when he poked down. He was older and his reaction and movements were a little slower, but when he poked twice, he was thrusting it harder. He pierced the fork out, paused, and when he pulled it out, paused and pierced again.

"Puff!"

The first step was that the middle-aged man's right leg was instantly penetrated by a fork, and he threw the brick out.

The second master did not dodge or dodge, pulled it out and paused before poking it.

"Puff!"

The middle-aged man was poked down on the spot, turned his head and flew on the second master's head with a bang, and blood flowed like a lot in an instant.
Chapter completed!