Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 05 Mysterious Youth
Volume 5 Flying Dragon in the Sky 05 Mysterious Youth
Although what he said was blunt, it was very convincing and tempting. Those who were not injured not only earned the money for tonight's drink, but also earned the money for the next drink. That was a big profit, while those who were injured...
Except for the woman who hurt her face, the others were all minor injuries. Even though she bled a little, she could earn a lot of money for no reason. Hey, go to the hospital and get more medical expenses.
It’s not something extremely simple. If you do this, wow, ten times the compensation, you’ll make a lot of money.
"I, xxxx, am a foreigner, how can I be so rich?" An angry curse rang out, and a beer bottle flew from the crowd towards the foreigner named Hans.
Hans didn't expect that the crowd had been fine just now. After hearing his words, almost everyone calmed down, but at this moment someone would suddenly get into trouble. He was caught off guard, and the beer bottle was thrown with great accuracy.
A "bang" sound was heard, and then there was the sound of him groaning in pain, followed by the crackling sound of the beer bottle falling to the ground and breaking.
Everyone looked at Hans and saw Hans holding his forehead with both hands. Blood was slowly flowing from his forehead through his fingers. It seemed that the blow had broken his head and caused bleeding.
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"Having money doesn't necessarily mean you're great, but not having money means you're worse than shit." A voice that seemed to come from hell came slowly.
Everyone felt as if their hairs were standing on end, as if their souls had been suddenly taken away from their bodies, and they all looked towards the place where the sound came from in horror.
Hanzi suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and felt that the voice was indescribably strange. However, he did not appear panicked, but his face suddenly became serious, and he turned his head and looked towards the place where the voice came from.
Qiu Xiaotang, on the other hand, gasped and felt an extremely cold chill coming up from her back and instantly seeping into her heart. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the hand holding Hanzi tightened again.
After a while, the entire chest was so soft that it almost pressed against his arms.
However, Hanzi's attention at this time was all focused on that voice.
As soon as the voice that sounded like it came from hell subsided, six very handsome young people suddenly came rushing towards the corner - a young man with yellow hair who looked like a white race with fair skin and no trace of blood.
people.
And behind them, a tall and handsome young man slowly walked out. He was only twenty-six or seventeen years old. He was wearing a yellow gown that could only be worn by the ancient Chinese royal family. On his shoulders,
But he was wearing a black cloak.
He walked to the middle of the catwalk, his eyes swept across everyone's faces like ice, and said coldly and calmly: "Who threw the bottle just now? It's the Chinese who have to stand up." There was no anger on his face at this time.
, there is no contempt, or even displeasure. Although he has a cold face, it does not make people think that he is rude to you, as if he should treat you this way.
However, his words exploded in the crowd like an atomic bomb.
Five people in the crowd immediately stood up and said almost in unison: "I lost it!" One of the young people, about 24 or 25 years old, shouted: "You foreign bastard, how dare you despise China?"
Human beings are not successful."
When the five people jumped out of the crowd, Hanzi said: "What's worse, I fell into this kid's provocation."
The twenty-four or five-year-old young man described this tall young man as a tuberculosis man. In fact, it was not appropriate at all, because although his skin was fair, he did not look bloodless like the other six young people. On the contrary
Yes, he seems to have too much blood - his eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, as if caused by long-term depression and insomnia. In this way, it looks like his eyes are red, which is very gloomy.
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This tall and handsome young man suddenly smiled, and his smile was so bright. However, it was still cold and lacked a masculine spirit. He said slowly: "I have never looked down on the Chinese. On the contrary, the Chinese
He has always been my best friend. However, if someone doesn't want to treat me as a friend, I don't care about having one more enemy." After saying that, his eyes flashed towards the five people who rushed out of the crowd.
"Hey, who doesn't know how to say wisecracks? Boy, which country are you from? It's okay to come to our country to make money from our people. Why do you come to talk to us like this? Don't think that having money is great. I don't need it either.
Look at the stinky money you paid for compensation—" The Chinese young man in his twenties and forties raised his left hand. The back of his left palm was full of blood. It seemed that he had not taken any measures to stop the bleeding.
He said: "I cut my hand by the glass fragments from your beer bottle exploding. That old man came to pressure us with money. He is the general manager of this nightclub. If you can't kill him, it's his fortune. Which one are you?"
Onion? In what capacity are you speaking?"
One of the six handsome young men who came out before him suddenly scolded: "How dare you speak to our Count Decouge like this." As he said this, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the Chinese young man.
go.
This young man was Lan Yufei, Qiu Xiaotang’s right-hand man who had arranged to make noise. His kung fu was very good and he was considered a good player in Yunyu Hall. When he saw the young man bullying him, he laughed and said: "
If you can't say it, use force to suppress it? How can the Chinese be afraid of you?"
The next moment, he was stunned and speechless, because as soon as his laughter stopped, one of his wrists had already fallen into the young man's hand. How did the other party rush up and how did he catch him?
There was no reaction.
He felt that the hand holding his left wrist seemed to have extremely low body temperature and had a cold feeling, as if a dead man's hand was holding him. Lan Yufei was secretly frightened, and swung his hand hard to the right.
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He has great strength. If an ordinary person is thrown by him like this, he will definitely be shaken off. Even if he has some skills, if he is thrown like this, he will definitely make his center of gravity shift to the right. With such a move, his lower body will be thrown away.
One action will follow after another.
The handsome young man who rushed towards him smiled coldly and exerted force on his hand. Lan Yufei's swing was unable to shake him at all. He was still holding his hand and stopped at the original position.
He was so frightened that he suddenly raised his right foot and kicked the young man's ankle.
The young man sneered and said: "You don't overestimate your capabilities." He ignored the kick he came over, but with a "pop" sound, Lan Yufei's kick seemed to have hit the leather, without any impact.
Nothing to focus on.
The young man grabbed his hand and suddenly pulled it. Lan Yufei stumbled, and his body was dragged out with his hand.
