There was a loud noise, and the beer bottle instantly split open on Hei Zai's head. Everyone's eyes widened. This white-faced scholar actually had such courage and dared to do it in front of so many people. Hei Zai was smashed like this.
, the whole person was angry, blood was flowing from his head, and he immediately roared: "Grass mud horse!"
Poof...
Li Xiaohu didn't even blink. He directly swung his canine teeth and stabbed Hei Zai's lower abdomen with the beer bottle that broke into half. Blood immediately splashed out. The beer bottle directly hit the artery and blood.
It splashed directly on Li Xiaohu's body, face, and eyes. Li Xiaohu didn't even blink, and the beer bottle in his hand even twisted. Hei Zai suddenly wailed in pain: "It hurts...it hurts me to death."
Got it!"
"Fuck, he stabbed Hei Zai!"
"Brothers, come together! Fuck him!"
The young gangsters all around gathered around, and the shop owner didn't know where to hide at the moment. He couldn't stop the fight in the shop, especially when everyone was drinking and seeing blood.
Stop. Stimulated by alcohol and infected by blood, these people picked up benches and beer bottles and rushed towards Li Xiaohu.
Li Xiaohu was not afraid of such a situation. Instead, he was filled with the passion of fighting. He had not had a real battle for a long time. He directly stuffed Jiang Xueqing under the table, picked up an unopened beer bottle and pointed it at everyone
Li Xiaohu went up to him. The beer bottle hit one of them on the head hard, and the man fell down. Li Xiaohu raised the canine-shaped half of the bottle in his hand and stabbed the second man in the throat.
One hit was sure to hit, and the man fell down directly holding his throat, and a large amount of blood spurted out from the throat. In this situation, death was basically certain. Unless he was sent to the hospital immediately, otherwise, if he was one minute late, he would be Daluo Jinxian.
They can't be saved.
The fight was very passionate and bloody. Jiang Xueqing hid under the table and watched Li Xiaohu rise up in the crowd like a fighting machine. He was like a slippery loach swimming among the crowd, borrowing any words from time to time.
The tools that could be borrowed were used to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent. The battle was so crazy that the surroundings were covered with blood, and every blow Li Xiaohu made was filled with anger from the bottom of his heart.
