"Which stupid pig doesn't want to live anymore? How dare he go outside our Nightingale to make trouble?"
The young man with pink head and oily face shouted and came to the center of the dance floor. Behind were rows of men in black who had been prepared, holding steel knives in their hands.
Seeing this young man, Leng Jie licked his mouth and said fearlessly: "C You m, it's your Leng Jie Leng San brother who is here to make trouble. Today, my grandfather is going to teach these foreign idiots a lesson. If you don't want to die, please give me a lesson.
I'll get out of here."
In Leng Jie's heart, this young man with a pink and slutty face has always been a fool who bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong. When he sees himself, he always runs faster than attending a funeral when he sees a cat. When he is scared, he will definitely run away with his head in his arms.
But unexpectedly, when the young master saw Leng Jie and Zhang Ke’s front-line men, he not only did not feel scared as usual and shouted and apologized, but instead laughed, but he was just smiling:
"Oh! Who the hell dares to make trouble? It turns out that Brother Leng San brought a group of little kids from the military region to Nightingale as a guest?!"
Leng Jie immediately cursed: "Since you know it's your grandfather, why don't you get out quickly?"
But when the oil-faced young master changed his face and said in a deep voice: "Is that true?! Brother Leng San, Brother Zhang said that those who come to Nightingale to consume are all Nightingale's guests. When the guests come, we naturally have a good cigarette and wine.
Hospitality. But if the guest makes trouble in the Nightingale Nightclub, fuck it, don't blame me for being rude."
Speaking of this, it was obvious that the oil-faced young master looked dark and stared at Leng Jie and others like a poisonous snake. That look clearly regarded Leng Jie and others as guests making trouble.
How could Leng Jie be afraid of this young man with oil? He immediately smiled and cursed: "Ha, I've become much more courageous after not seeing him for a few days? Very good, do you mean that I'm the one who makes trouble?"
"The fuck is who is in my heart. I have been tolerating you for a long time. Don't scare people with this bad breath..."
The young man from the oil frowned and cursed: "I saw you breaking the rules! Now, you must apologize to these foreign friends immediately, and then pay a fine before playing here. Otherwise, don't turn your back on me.
people."
Leng Jie was stunned. He never expected that the young man from the oily noodles would dare to roar at him today after eating the male leopard's courage?!
Zhang Ke immediately reached out and pointed at the young master of oily face and cursed: "Damn it, do you fuck me, open your eyes and see if you are helping you maintain order or make trouble?
Just ask these dancers under your command and these stupid foreigners."
"Zhang Ke, put away your broken mouth. Do you believe it or not?!"
The young master of oily face roared, and Zhang Ke was about to be furious, but was pulled by Leng Jie, who had always been barbaric. Even Leng Jie saw that things were unusual today.
This young master of oil noodles is definitely prepared.
Seeing that Leng Jie was still conscious of the current affairs, the young master nodded with satisfaction. He turned his face and smiled sinisterly: "Isn't you idiots here to make trouble?! These foreigners are friends with me, they
I just kidding with these dancers. In your eyes, when did it turn into trouble?"
Suddenly he shouted: "You girls, tell these idiots, were you molested by my foreign friends? Or were you kidding them?"
But when he saw the woman who was crying and crying, he immediately walked out with a smile on his face and said with a slutty smile:
"Report to my uncle, are there some sisters who are talking to these brave foreigners! When did they make trouble? But they beat people as soon as they come in, and they are obviously a bunch of uneducated streams."
As he said that, he even leaned on the shoulder of the beaten foreigner and adjusted his x.
"You!" Zhang Ke was stunned. The steel pipe woman and a few drunk foreigners clearly had a trap.
A few drunk foreigners just now woke up. The foreigner also stroked the pole dancer's face and laughed: "Oh! It's so damn, I just played a game with a few of my friends, but I didn't expect it to be
Being beaten by these guys, young master, we are just coming to the Nightingale to spend money. For the sake of money, you must make the decision for us."
As he said that, he did not forget to talk to a few dancers in public, which made them giggle again.
"Of course. Honorable guest!"
The young master of oil nodded, turned his eyes to Leng Jie and others again, and said insidiously: "How about Leng San Brother? What do you have to say now? My friend came to us to spend money, but you fucking called someone to beat me.
What do they say?"
Leng Jie had a gloomy face and didn't speak. No matter how stupid the person was, he could see that these people were acting together in a play, in order to make his own people jump in. If Leng Jie guessed well, I'm afraid Zhang Xiaofeng would have been hiding there.
Behind me, I watched all this coldly.
I'm afraid there will be more misfortunes today!
The young master of oily face slowly came to Leng Jie and asked, "Tell me! I beat my guest and broke our Nightingale's rules. How to deal with this matter?"
Leng Jie looked contemptuous: "What do you want?"
The young master of oily noodles smiled indifferently: "I don't want to do anything. According to the old rules of our Nightingale shop, we will compensate for all losses, and then kowtow to the beaten guests to apologize. This matter will be over."
Zhang Ke immediately jumped up, pointed at the young master of oily noodles and scolded: "C your egg, go be your dream of Qingqiu!"
"Palm!" The oil-faced young man suddenly turned cold and he shouted.
A group of streamers who followed him immediately approached Leng Jie, Zhang Ke and others. Leng Jie suddenly threw the cup in his hand, and with a loud "bang", the two hundred brothers brought the oily young man from all directions.
The people brought by him were surrounded.
Leng Jie made great strides to the young master of oil and said coldly: "C You are so arrogant, you are more fucking like me, right?"
Seeing Leng Jie's army approaching, this young man was not in a hurry. He was so calm that he was so calm that he said with his eyes fascinated: "What? Leng San Ge is just these people, and he also thought of the Nightingale Nightclub to be the king? Are you just so
If you didn't go out to inquire, the Nightingale is hell. Will anyone who dares to make trouble have to be buried alive?"
Leng Jie put his hands in his pockets and said to the oil-faced young master: "I don't believe it yet, how can you do to me!"
The young master spitted on the ground and said in a Sensen: "Looking for death!"