There were four or five people in the group, all of whom were in good shape. Almost none had the body of a chicken mother, and they all had knives on them. I don’t know about other places, but when we do nightclubs here, the police station has regulations, and they must be in a conspicuous position.
, put up a banner prohibiting the carrying of controlled knives.
But it has almost no effect. For example, if you see a child with long hair like a carrot head, and he doesn't wear much, but when his mother gets into a fight, he pulls out a machete more than half a meter long from nowhere, and starts fighting with them.
It's like magic, that's evil.
The leading young man stabbed the air with a knife and hit a beer bottle on his face. Although it was not broken, the bridge of his nose collapsed. The young man touched his nose randomly, with an evil look in his eyes. He grabbed the knife and ran towards the girl's face again.
Prick your mouth!!
"puff!!"
The young man in the down jacket suddenly grabbed the girl's neck and pulled her into his arms. Then he lowered his head and hit the door frame with the girl. The leading young man kicked him directly on the waist.
Lying on the steps.
"Peng!!"
A beer bottle hit the young man's head roughly, and there was a sound like two kicks. The bottle burst, and the beer foam, along with the blood that had just flowed out, flowed down his neck and into his clothes.
"**!! Beat him to death!!" The young man covered his nose, raised his leg, and struck the young man in a down jacket on the head with a series of blows. The ground suddenly made a thud.
"...You're fucked! If I don't fight back, you're done, right?!" The young man lying on the ground was hit hard continuously and was completely shaken. His head was pressed down, and his hands
Stay on the steps and rush up with a squeak!
"Peng!"
The young man waved his hand and grabbed one person's hair, spun him around in a circle, pushed the other person's head with both hands, and ran towards the wine cabinet!!
“Peng!!!”
The man's head hit the wine cabinet and he was stunned. The young man in the down jacket squinted his eyes, grabbed his hair tightly, and pressed it down roughly again.
"Peng!! Crash!!"
With a sudden and hard impact, the thin glass wine cabinet instantly shattered. The man's head passed through countless glass fragments and was directly plunged into it. Then he immediately became motionless and did not dare to move! His face was covered with blood and his eyes were full of panic!!
"You are so shameless, aren't you?!" Binbin took off his suit and stretched out his hand to grab him. A young man who stabbed the young man with a beer bottle raised a rubber stick and bit his face.
His teeth were jerked four or five times like crazy.
"Peng!!" Another rubber stick suddenly flew over and hit the young man in the down jacket directly on the head!!
"Hoola la!!"
In six or seven corners of the dance floor, more than twenty security guards came over. Four or five people gathered together and raised a walkie-talkie to pull one person over and beat him up. After hitting him, he lifted up the toe of his shoe and gave him a heart-wrenching meal.
His feet were kicked so hard that they curled up on the ground.
"I'll give you the steps. If you don't go down, you have to climb up. Why are you bullying me for having a good temper?" Binbin rolled up her sleeves and frowned at the young man in the down jacket and asked.
The young man pursed his lips, lowered his head and leaned back against the wine cabinet. He covered his arms and back with his palms and said nothing while his body was covered in blood.
"Do you want to speak?" Binbin glanced at the other people and asked.
"...Brother, we must have heard the name Caesar. There is absolutely no other meaning in fighting here. It is just drinking some cat urine and playing impulsive punishment in a moment of anger. I have 20,000 in my bag. Give it to us.
Keep five thousand for stitches, and you can take the rest, okay?" The leading young man stood up with his head in his hands, and roughly tore off the strips of T-shirt he was wearing, shirtless.
"Fuck, I won't poke fun at you guys who can talk. I'll keep 10,000 yuan, so you can go!" Binbin nodded, took the 10,000 yuan, handed it to the waiter, and then pointed at the man squatting on the ground.
The young man in the down jacket asked: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
"Brother... I only have two thousand yuan in my pocket!!... Take it if you want it!" The young man gritted his teeth, touched his trouser pocket, raised his head and said to Binbin.
"The wine cabinet behind you costs 30,000 yuan. I'll give you 2,000 yuan and make up for 28,000 yuan myself?" Binbin said a little annoyed. He felt that the two people in front of him were a bit dishonest. They were so fucked up.
I've been pushed down the stairs, and I'm still looking for trouble. I don't appreciate it at all. How can Binbin still have a kind attitude?
"Why should we give money! They started the attack first! If it doesn't work, we will call the police!!" The girl, who was a little stunned, said something unexpectedly.
Binbin frowned, glanced at her, and said nothing at all.
"Is it okay if I make a call, buddy?" The young man in a down jacket who was squatting on the ground stood up, took out his phone and asked.
"Okay, let's fight!" Binbin nodded, and then shouted to the security guard: "Stop being stuck here, clean up here! Hurry up!"
"Come here, you two!" Binbin pointed at the young man and the girl, said, and walked outside.
The three people came to the living room, and the young man made three phone calls with extremely hesitant expression, all prompting: "Hello, the number you dialed is currently unanswered...!"
"Brother...look, no one is answering the phone!" the young man said anxiously.
"You're quite a big man, can't you afford thirty or twenty thousand?" Binbin squinted and cursed silently.
"Does it have anything to do with you? Don't you just want to extort money from me? Why are you pretending...!" The girl rolled her eyes at Binbin and muttered.
"You're fucking nagging me, you'd better not walk on your heels, do you hear me?!" Binbin stared at the girl in disgust and cursed.
"...Who the hell are you sleeping with?" the girl said, glaring her eyes and squinting her little neck.
"Can you just fucking calm down for a while? I won't let you come, I have to fucking come!! Here you go, are you comfortable with a fight?! I'll sew it up for you while your mother talks nonsense!!?" I couldn't get through the phone call in the first place!
The young man in the down jacket was already very irritable, but this time he couldn't control it at all, and he suddenly became angry.
The girl looked at the young man's mouth and turned to look out the door.
"There are still four hours left after get off work. How can you scrape together 20,000? Xiao'er, look at them!" Binbin didn't have time to waste here, so he said casually, turned around and left.
In fact, Binbin didn't really have to ask for the 20,000 yuan. The main reason was that the silly bitch stimulated him. Don't you want to be arrogant? Okay, then let's cure your arrogance!
After Binbin left, the young man and the girl in down jackets stood in the corridor. Two security guards at the door, with their hands behind their backs, laughed and chatted while staring at them. The young man was helpless, covering his bleeding arm, and continued to make phone calls...