At Luo Yu's signal, the security guard sent the dead dog-like security guard to the hospital. The well-trained cleaners cleaned up the scene in a very short time and put on new tableware. The banquet continued, everything was like something
The same has never happened.
"Hey? Where is that piece of shit?" Luo Yu looked around and found that Shi Laiben was missing, so he asked Liang Yan.
"Why are you looking for him?" Seeing Luo Yu looking everywhere, Liang Yan asked strangely, "I just saw that he wanted to go to the bathroom."
"I want him to apologize for what he said before." Luo Yu snorted and walked towards the bathroom.
At this time, people arranged by Tang Feng also began to collect the photos and audio-visual materials that had just been taken by reporters from other TV stations.
Leben lay on the bathroom sink and retched for a long time before regaining his breath.
The scene of blood and flesh splattering just now was so shocking. Thinking of the glass shards densely embedded in the reporter's head, Leben felt his stomach twitch again.
After spitting a few mouthfuls of acidic water into the sink, Leben turned on the faucet and washed his face. After pouring the cold water on his face, he finally felt better.
In the mirror, my face looked surprisingly pale, and my eyes were slightly bloodshot.
My symptoms of weakness in my calves have not completely healed yet.
After adjusting his appearance in the mirror, Leben was about to walk out when he suddenly noticed a dark figure behind him.
"Who!" Before he could turn around, a pair of strong hands grabbed his neck.
"Quack..." The cry for help that he wanted to make turned into a strange low roar because his neck was stuck and the airflow was blocked.
Tonight's banquet is not suitable for bringing your own bodyguards, so the two bodyguards are staying in the hotel now.
In this bathroom, it's really hard to scream every day.
When he was almost out of breath, his big hand loosened, causing Leben to greedily breathe in the hard-won air.
Shi Laiben wanted to try to break free from these big hands. After all, he had also received professional training in Muay Thai since he was a child.
His most confident elbow attack had no effect on the opponent, and the opponent's huge force twisted Zhi Leben's wrist, causing him to burst into tears.
"Little shit, why are you so mean to me? This is rude." A voice that sounded like a smile but not a smile came from behind, which made the hairs on Leben's neck stand up.
He soon learned that the owner of the voice was Liang Yan's Xibei cousin, Luo Yu.
Thinking of the reporter who was beaten like a dead dog just now, Leben's pupils dilated instantly and he struggled in panic: "What are you going to do...let me go, you Chinese pig..."
Luo Yu originally felt very unhappy when he made Laiben squirm around like a little chicken. Now he said the most annoying name to Luo Yu. Without any hesitation, Luo Yu slammed his face against the mirror.
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With a few clicks, the mirror pressed against the wall was knocked out of spider web-like radioactive cracks, making Leben's face look like an overturned soy sauce shop, with liquid covering his face.
Luo Yu's nose was hit so hard that it was dented into his face, causing Laiben's face to change into a very irregular geometric shape. The broken nose bone protruded from the other side of the eyebrow corner, and his eyes suddenly
A strange fleshy pit with varying depths appeared above the mouth.
"Ah..." Leben squeezed out a scream from his throat, and tears flowed out. The air was even more painful when exposed to the air that smelled of disinfectant.
Luo Yu showed no mercy at all, and put his foot on the waist of Zhi Laiben, who was bowing and falling: "What are you pretending to be? Weren't you very impressive just now?"
The waist and eye seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, which made Leben almost faint from the pain.
The pain caused by skin trauma on the face pales in comparison to the pain caused by injuries to internal organs.
Leben felt like he was out of breath.
Sweat dripped down in big drops and flowed into the wounds on the face. The salty sweat dripping on the open flesh had the same effect as smearing some alcohol on it.
Shi Laiben ignored Luo Yu's presence beside him. He vaguely saw the direction of the door and wanted to escape. However, Luo Yu grabbed him by the collar and threw him into a cubicle like a chicken. He fell heavily on the toilet.
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There was a customer outside the bathroom who wanted to come in. Liu Zhuoqun held his hand in his mouth and shook his thigh. He looked the guest up and down several times with squinting eyes: "This toilet is under maintenance, please hold it in for a while."
"But I couldn't help it." The guest looked suspiciously at the closed wooden door of the bathroom.
"What are you looking at!" Liu Zhuoqun stood in front of the wooden door with his eyes wide open. The violent momentum of the crazy clan was clearly revealed. "If you look again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"
The guest was about to have a seizure when suddenly there came from the bathroom behind the wooden door a faint scream and the muffled sound of being struck with a blunt instrument.
The sophisticated guest rolled his eyes and roughly guessed what was going on. He stood up straight and said, "Ah, I suddenly realized that I didn't want to go to the toilet."
After saying that, he rubbed oil on his soles and slipped out. In a half-black and half-white place like the Supreme Restaurant, it would be better for him to know less.
"You know the truth."
"I wonder how the boss is doing inside." Liu Zhuoqun leaned against the door and put his ear to it.
Leben gasped for air, all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, and his internal organs felt as if they had been displaced.
There was a sweet taste in my throat and I vomited a mouthful of blood. Needless to say, my internal organs must have been injured.
"I want...I want to sue you..." Zhi Laiben is a serious businessman after all, and after much deliberation, he could only threaten Luo Yu like this.
"You have hurt the feelings of the Chinese people today, and I want to teach you a lesson on behalf of the 1.3 billion righteous people." Luo Yu said seriously, "I now ask you to apologize to me."
Only then did Leben realize that he was in trouble because of what he had just said about football: "Football in your country is like this..."
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yu slapped him in the face, and several broken teeth with bloodshot eyes immediately flew out.
"You are happy that 300,000 people died in Nanjing, aren't you? Very good." Luo Yu's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, "In the future, I will use the blood of six million people in Thailand, twenty times as much as yours."
Come as the price for what you said!"
After saying this, without giving Leben a chance to speak, he grabbed his shoulders, lifted him up and threw him towards the bathroom ceiling.
The ceiling of the bathroom is covered with a diamond-shaped glass mirror, which is attached in the shape of a triangular cone.
When Liben flew upwards, he could clearly see his bloody face in the countless small mirrors.
There was a distance of about fifty centimeters between the glass ceiling and the wall inside. When Luo Yu swung Laiben, he was like a wooden stake that crashed into the glass ceiling, and his head and chest were completely submerged.
I spent the rest of my life dangling outside.
The ceiling, which was unevenly stressed, finally could no longer bear the weight of Jean Leben after groaning several times, and the whole piece fell down with a clang, spreading like mercury all over the bathroom.