Inside the top corridor of the Palace of Joy.

As soon as Qin Yu and Lao Mao walked up the stairs, they saw more than a dozen people fighting in the melee, fighting each other and very fiercely.

"Oh, so many people have started fighting." The old cat said with a mentality of not splashing his blood at this moment: "Wait a moment, and let's go when the security comes up."

Qin Yu stretched his neck and looked forward: "No... it's not right. Why do I look at the beaten man who looks like Zhu Wei?"

"Ah?" Old Mao was stunned, looked forward carefully before replying, "Damn it, it's really Zhu Wei!"

After saying that, the two of them stepped forward. At the same time, Qin Yu lowered his head and touched his trouser pockets, trying to find a job certificate, but after touching it twice, he remembered that he had changed his clothes today and did not bring his ID at all.

"Don't move, don't move."

"stop."

The old cat rushed over first, pulled his neck and shouted: "Minister of the Black Street Police, let me stand aside."

Everyone turned around when they heard the sound. One of the strong men looked at the old cat's outfit and pulled their necks and replied: "Do you have a certificate or do you have clothes?"

"Where are you talking to me?" Lao Mao pointed at the other party and cursed: "Stand against the wall."

"I'm going to stand." The strong man didn't say anything and punched him.

The old cat hid sideways and shouted in shock: "You still dare to do it, right?"

"Beat him."

The people who had already beaten crazy in the corridor didn't care whether Lao Mao was a real superintendent. Just seeing that he wanted to interfere, the two of them rushed over immediately, hitting them with fists and kicking them with their feet.

The old cat was placed in the corner of the wall, protecting his head with his left hand and thunderous with his right hand. However, because he was not strong and his personal quality was average, he was quickly beaten with black eyes.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu rushed over and kicked the strong man on the left side's waist, and the latter took two steps back on the spot.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu grabbed the man's hair, pulled it back hard, and at the same time he suddenly lifted his knee and hit the strong man's lateral brain with a bang.

"Gudong!"

The strong man lay on the ground and stopped moving on the spot.

At the entrance of the corridor, Zhu Wei, Fu Xiaohao, Ding Guozhen, Liu Zishu, Ma Laoer and others were already at a general disadvantage because the other party came later than them and had not drunk much wine. Most of them were in a state of soberness.

Someone once said that if you are drunk, you can beat a martial arts master with three points, and if you are drunk, you can be able to fight against Taishan Beidou.

But if a person with some life experience carefully savors this, he will find that this is a fatal scammer. Because drunk people cannot compare with sober people in terms of personal reactions or physical coordination. Ma Lao Er and his team have been drinking twice in a row from night to now, and have been fighting for several hours, and they are basically in a state of shaking their legs and watching people ghosting.

To put it bluntly, in this state of everyone, no one needs to beat others, and you may fall down by walking on the aisle by yourself. How can you fight with the other party? In addition, when Minfei and the others came, there were more than a dozen people, and there were seven or eight friends waiting in advance in the private room, so just in terms of the number of people, the other party is also an advantage.

At the door.

Ma Lao Er was kicked by two or three people and could no longer get up. He protected his head with his arms and only pulled his neck and shouted: "Gun, get the gun in my bag."

"Gun? I'll give you another cannon?" Minfei stood behind the crowd, then stepped up and kicked Ma Lao Er's head.

In the private room, Qi Lin, who had just drunk too much, had been lying on the sofa and sleeping. After two minutes of fighting at the door, he was awakened by the violent sound.

Qi Lin shook his head and stared at the door for a while before he realized that it was a war. Then he picked up two bottles of wine and rushed over in a daze.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two crisp sounds erupted, and the two wine bottles shattered. Qi Lin pinched the sharp wine bottle's mouth with one hand and poked it at the crowd.

"Dangdang!"

On the left, Minfei picked up the trash can on the ground and smashed Qi Lin's head twice like a slam dunk.

Qi Lin turned around and rushed up in two steps.

"Fuck him!" Mingfei pointed at Qi Lin and shouted.

After the words came, three people rushed up from the left and right sides, and reached out to pull Qi Lin's clothes.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

“…!”

Qi Lin opened his bow from left to right and poked several times, and the hard mouth of the wine bottle cracked again after he stabbed it on the human bone. This shows how hard he started and how strong he used.

After the three of them were stabbed away, Qi Lin staggered towards Mingfei and kicked him in the stomach.

Minfei hit the wall with his back, and instinctively raised his hand to block the vital points of his body.

"Puff!"

Qi Lin poked a bottle of wine and stabbed it on Minfei's waist, and blood suddenly flowed. But before he could lift his hand and poke it for a second time, four or five people rushed out of the corridor inward.

"Beat him."

The strong man who was stabbed by a wine bottle on the ground stood up, greeted his companions, and kicked Qi Lin hard.

At the beginning, Qi Lin still had room to poke left and right, but when the other party crowd surrounded him, he lost all his room and was pulled down by the three of them and fell to the ground.

Minfei took a step and was about to retreat to the left, but Qi Lin grabbed his arm with his right hand and pulled it down hard.

There was blood on the ground, which was relatively slippery. Mingfei was caught and couldn't stop and lay next to Qi Lin.

"Bang bang bang!"

Qi Lin hit Mingfei's cheek with his head, and the people around him were also kicking him with thunder.

At the entrance of the corridor, Qin Yu, who had escaped two fierce battles before, finally became the main force today. Because he didn't drink much wine and was still very clear-headed, he helped Lao Mao fuck the two of them and pulled out a fire axe with a blunt blade and a short handle from the fire box in the corridor.

As soon as the fire axe with red paint and red silk appeared, the two people who were kicking Zhu Wei retreated.

"Bang!"

Qin Yu didn't say anything nonsense, and stepped forward and held the fire axe in his hands, and smashed it on the back of a young man with the axe.

After a muffled sound, the young man stretched his neck and bent over, lay on the ground and started to scream.

This time, Qin Yu probably used three points of strength. Because the fire axe was very heavy, if he really wanted to beat him down, he would definitely kill him if he could smash the other party's shit.

After lying down, Qin Yu carried the axe and went forward: "CNM, whoever runs away today is the grandson. Come on, come on, come on, I can fight back, I will do it with you."

After saying that, Qin Yu stared at the beads, raised his hand and swung the axe blade towards the crowd.

"Hulala!"

Everyone scattered.

"Don't run away, why don't you do it?" Qin Yu stared at the strong man on the right.

"Bang!"

At this moment, Qin Yu felt someone kicked behind him, and then suddenly turned around and saw a group of security guards rushing over.

"I'm giving you a face. You'll be ruining the situation on New Year's Eve, right?"
Chapter completed!