To the north of Sanlitun is the embassy district, so there are a lot of foreigners clubbing here. When Chen Taizhong and others sit here, they can see that there are many foreigners in the hall.
Nangong Maomao was a part of the scene. He couldn't put a wild shop singer in his eyes. Just now he wanted to give Xiao Wen to Yang Ming for two days to play with. Didn't she just spread her legs to make money? Singing is just a side job.
If you can really follow a police chief, your future will be promising.
However, in front of so many people, his girlfriend was forcibly snatched away, which he couldn't tolerate. Wasn't he just trying to save face?
However, the other party is a foreigner, which makes him feel a bit tricky. This place is close to the embassy district. In fact, even if it is not close to the embassy district, foreigners are not easy to mess with.
He could only look at Xiaowen and ask, "Are these two your friends?" At the same time as he asked, Xiaowen opened her mouth and screamed, "I don't know you."
The thick black man just pretended that he didn't hear this and stretched out his hand towards Xiao Wen. For a moment, everyone on the field didn't know what to do and could only watch this scene blankly.
Chen Taizhong quit, stood up, and slapped the black hand, hard but slowly, and said, "Get out of here," but he also said it in English.
This is not to say that he has such a good relationship with Nangong Maomao that he insists on setting up a fight. To be honest, if the person who came to cause trouble today was a powerful figure in Beijing or a gangster, he really wouldn’t have to take action, but a gangster
You dare to behave wildly in front of your buddies, isn't it tiring?
Everyone knows that Mr. Chen is a racist. In his eyes, except for yellow people, all other races are monkeys. Of course, if the monkeys are sensible and do not offend "human beings", he can get along with them as equals.
.For example, the monkey named "Nick" in the UK.
Therefore, his reaction was simply subconscious and stemmed from deep-rooted prejudice. However, the sturdy black man did not expect that there were still people in the room who dared to touch him. We are foreigners.
Chen Taizhong's slap was fast, heavy and ruthless. The black man did not guard against this hand, and immediately felt a sharp slap on his arm. A strong external force made his body turn in a circle involuntarily.
The body coordination of black people is beyond mention at least like what is happening in front of me. He turned around in a circle while drunk, but before he fell down, he shook his head and was a little surprised. He opened his arms and rushed towards Chen Taizhong.
"Tell you to get out of here." Chen Taizhong didn't say much, and raised his foot lightly. The man's body flew directly towards the wall, and there was a muffled "boom" sound. A big hole was created in the wall.
The walls of Lai Ganqing's private room are made of light steel keels and gypsum boards. There is no problem with sound insulation and heat insulation, but it cannot be hit hard.
"You dare to hit someone?" Another tall, thin man spoke in French and pointed angrily at Chen Taizhong, "We are from the Rwandan Embassy, you have to pay the price for your actions!"
"Get away from me, who invited you in?" Chen Taizhong shouted angrily, also in French, "You have disturbed my personal space, be careful I will chop you into pieces."
The man got up from the ground, shook his head, and finally understood what had happened. He bent down and lifted up the sofa beside him. Just as he was about to turn around and exert his strength, he felt another strong force on his butt.
Suddenly, he couldn't hold it anymore. The sofa fell to the ground, but he was rushed by the strong force. He rolled forward, his butt was pressed against the back of the sofa, his legs were stretched forward, and his feet were kicked hard against the wall!
There was a loud "bang" sound, and this guy actually kicked two big holes out of the wall. In the private room next door, a man and a woman were frightened by this and quickly separated.
The woman put down her skirt in a hurry, her plump buttocks and buttocks disappeared in a sudden glance, but the man was stunned for a moment, his body trembled suddenly, and before he could put it into his pants, the thing threw a line of white liquid into the air.
An unforgettable shiver.
However, the people in front of him had no intention of looking at his ugly appearance. The thick black man rushed down like this and was no longer able to show his coordination. The thin man at the door turned around and ran away, shouting,
This time, it was in a straight Beijing accent, "You guys just wait."
These few times were very exciting, but the group of people present were dumbfounded. Some people heard what the man said when he came to drag Xiao Wen, and explained in a low voice, but the French sentence that the thin man burst out at the door
, but no one understood it.
"Do you know French?" Su Wenxin glanced at Chen Taizhong, wondering as much as she wanted, but she was pretty good, at least she could understand the language.
"Let's go, it's boring," Nangong Maomao stood up. Although it seemed that his movements were slow and leisurely, there was no doubt that he had a very strong desire to leave, but he just wanted to save face and was embarrassed to leave.
Others also stood up one after another, and I feel ashamed to say that these people are not considered to be gangsters in the capital city, but they could barely get into the upper half of the pyramid. They were forced to do this by two inexplicable black men.
It's really a bit shameful.
"Don't leave if you have the guts," the guy hanging on the wall also spoke, speaking in halting Chinese. He had already pulled out one foot, but the shoe on it was gone. As for the other foot
, but it was impossible to pull it out.
"Are you anxious?" Chen Taizhong was a little dissatisfied and murmured softly. He could obviously see that everyone was a little worried about the identities of these two black men, but he was really surprised. Didn't he say "the Chinese people have stood up since then"
?
Of course, he walked very slowly. It was not that he was afraid of trouble. Thinking about Deng Yiqiang's son running away without saying a word after rubbing his Lincoln car, it shows that no one in this world likes trouble.
However, the tall man was envious of Chen Taizhong's skills, so he came over to him. When he heard what he said, he had to explain in a low voice, "First-class foreigners, second-class officials, third-class civilians, and fourth-class men have offended foreigners.
Although we are not afraid, it is always troublesome."
"Fourth-class Han? Do you think it was in the Yuan Dynasty?" Chen Taizhong didn't have much idea at first, but when he heard this guy speak so smoothly and made it into a joke, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. Why are Beijingers so bad-mouthed?
"It wasn't in the Yuan Dynasty, but it is true," Yang Ming interrupted, turned and walked out the door, "I have dealt with this kind of disputes countless times. If you get the level wrong, you will make a mistake."
When I walked to the lobby downstairs and was about to pay for the private room, several security guards blocked me, "Brothers, wait a minute, your private room has been damaged, are you going to leave like this?"
"How can we leave if we don't leave like this?" Nangong Maomao didn't have a good attitude towards the bar. He glared and said, "You are justified in letting two niggas enter our house and run wild?"
"It's good that I don't ask you to pay for mental damage. We're going to go with that nigger." The tall man also snorted, "If you stop me... do you want to open this bar?"
A group of people were arguing when they heard a commotion in the hall. When everyone turned around, they saw four or five black people and two yellow people rushing over with murderous intent, holding bench mops and other things.
, "If you have the guts, don't run away!"
This posture is quite scary. There are ten people on Chen Taizhong's side plus Xiao Wen, exactly five men and five women. Among them, Nangong Maomao and Yang Ming are both over forty years old, so they seem to be at a disadvantage.
The security guards didn't dare to stop them anymore. Several people made way for them one by one. They didn't want to let anyone go, but if they started fighting in the bar, the damage would be too great. They had to fight outside.
When everyone on Chen Taizhong's side saw it, they turned around and ran away. The ladies were better off, but the men ran faster. In the blink of an eye, Chen Taizhong was left standing there alone. Everyone was not afraid of trouble, and there was really no need to suffer the immediate disadvantages.
.
"Everyone, stop!" Chen Taizhong shouted, and with one movement of his hand, he threw a body-holding technique, directly immobilizing the bodies of the people in front of him. He stepped forward and kicked the two yellow men away, "Aiding the evil, you bastard!"
He was too lazy to take action against the remaining black men, so he turned around and left. A group of security guards yelled at him, and those few just stayed there and didn't dare to move. They couldn't help but look at each other. Who dared to stop him?
"This domineering spirit is so fierce," a security guard muttered softly and stuck out his tongue as Chen Taizhong Shi Ran walked out of the door, "Brother, you have seen it today."
The five women, except Xiao Wen, ran away, and the other four were walking slowly. When men fight, women shouldn't be involved, right? That's why Chen Taizhong's bravery was clearly seen by them.
Alas, they all ran very fast. Chen Taizhong stood angrily at the door to stop the taxi, thinking that he would wait until his friend stopped the taxi before letting the gang escape. Who expected to take a quick look and see that there was no empty taxi?
As a result, he was too lazy to persist anymore. He let go of those people with a flash of consciousness, and started walking leisurely on the road. He thought to himself that if the little guys dared to chase them out, they would be fooling around in vain.
Would be so polite.
To put it bluntly, we are still in Beijing, and it is not convenient for him to mess around with someone who is not familiar with the place under the emperor's feet.
While he was thinking about it, a car slid up silently behind him, its two snow-white headlights lit up, and then there was another whistle. He looked back in surprise and saw that it was a BMW.
"Get in the car," Su Wenxin poked her head out of the driver's seat window and waved to him with a smile.
"Thank you," Chen Taizhong opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat with a bright smile, "It seems that my luck is really good."
This is not a pretense of friendship, he is implying that getting in your car is getting in your car, but it has nothing to do with gambling. My gambling relies on luck, and just like now, I also have good luck.
I just don’t know if this woman understands or not?