Chapter 282 Uncle Ji's knife technique without wearing pants!
Yes, Uncle Ji's little heart was completely burned with anger. But when it comes to business, there is nothing like this. How can it be so direct? To sell cakes, you have to cut two kilograms of cakes before asking for money.
How could someone come right in wearing a cuckold without finishing their work?!!
"**, pull him out!!" The cuckold young man kicked Jimur hard on the head, pulled out his hair and started dragging him and several others out.
"Whoa! Whoa!!"
Jimur was lying on the ground and was dragged about one or two meters away. During this period, he kept pulling his pants up around his waist, but four or five people punched and kicked him, and the pants were not so easy to pull!!!
"**!! Do you have to force me to fuck my buttocks?" Jimur was a bit impatient, and after pulling for a long time, he couldn't pull his pants up, so he simply ignored him and put his hand on the waistband of Chunjun Ba's pants.
An original gun was thrust into it, and it was pulled out with a snap.
"Oh, I'm fucking your mother, you still dare to hold a knife??" The cuckold youth obviously has little life experience. He has no idea at all. Never raise a knife with a man from an ethnic minority. They are not holding it for decoration.
!!!
"Xiao Liu, beat him up!!"
"I'll paralyze you!!" Jimur grasped the military thorn and waved his hand, and a white light appeared.
"puff!!"
The tip of the knife pierced the palm of the cuckold young man hard. The cuckold young man screamed and took a step back instinctively, bumping into the toilet door.
"Pah! Pah!"
Jimur held the military thorn, waved his long arm, and swept it across his body. The sound of the tip of the knife cutting through the skin was heard one after another. In an instant, the arms and legs on Jimur's body disappeared.
"flap!!"
Jimur knocked his knees to the ground, put one hand on the ground, and jumped up very quickly. Then he held his pants in one hand and his military spur in the other, and ran straight towards the green-haired young man.
At the same time, the green-haired haters and others on the opposite side also took out daggers. The two groups looked at each other for three seconds. Jimur stared at them and walked over with extremely fierce steps.
The young man closest to Jimur was holding a big buckle and was about to raise the knife. With a pop, Jimur walked past like a wind and stabbed the young man's knife-holding arm with his backhand. Then he took a step forward, bent his body and raised his leg.
, a muffled shot was placed on the belly of the cuckold young man, the body moved forward, the gun was taken out from the young man's arm with a stab, the tip of the knife turned, and it roughly plunged into the cuckold young man's shoulder!!!
"Bang!"
The two of them directly opened the toilet door and stumbled into the corridor. The cuckold boy stared in horror. He instinctively stretched out his arm and pushed Jimur's chest. Jimur was about to draw the knife and stab him again.
His pants were not fastened and he was obviously walking a little off track. When the young man pushed him, he stepped back and the spear thorn was pulled out!!
“Tap tap tap…!”
The three or four young men remaining in the toilet followed and chased out. They saw Jimur standing in the corridor, his body a little stiff and standing there, breathing heavily.
"tread…!"
Jimur held up his pants and took a step forward.
"run!!"
The cuckold young man yelled, covered his shoulder dripping with blood, said hello, turned around and ran away with a few other people.
"Snapped!!"
Jimur held the bloody spear in his mouth. Except for some blood on his face after being kicked a few times, Jimur was not injured at all. He held the waistband of his trousers with both hands and fastened his trousers haphazardly. Under the eyes of countless astonished eyes
, holding a spear and stabbing, he chased after him blankly.
"Peng!!"
Jimur, who was running quickly, used his shoulders to pull away a young man wearing a headset and a suit, and continued to chase him. The young man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Jimur, and shouted in a hurry: "Internal security, what are you doing in the lobby on the first floor?"
Woke up!!!"
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On the other end, in the card table on the dance floor.
"I'm leaving now. I have something to do at home!" The middle-aged man handed the hiking bag to Leilei, put out his cigarette butt and said slowly.
"Okay, let's go first. I'll transfer the money to you later!" Leilei took the nearly one-meter-long hiking bag, lazily slung it on his left arm and said with a faint smile.
"If you don't have enough money, let's talk about it later!" the middle-aged man said casually.
"Haha, that's enough. One yard is one yard. OK, let's go!" Leilei stood up, patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder and said.
"Pay attention...be careful!" The middle-aged man sighed, looked at Leilei, and said after a pause.
"Haha, don't worry, on the day my brother is really going to die, CCTV will give me three days in a row!!" Leilei was stunned for a moment and said with a smile.
"Fuck! It's okay. Come to me for a drink!" The middle-aged man glanced at Leilei and simply turned around and left.
Leilei stood in the card table, watching the middle-aged man gradually go away, scratched his nose with his hand, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed Jimur's cell phone, but the message that no one was connected made him frown.
He frowned and was about to hit him again when suddenly there was a commotion at the door of the dance floor. When he looked up, he saw more than a dozen internal security guards rushing out with cheers.
"...Fuck!" Leile cursed, carrying a hiking bag, and quickly walked towards the door.
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On the other side, in the private room, the conversation between Hong Tao and Yu Shao got into a very tense atmosphere. Hong Tao kept talking for a long time, and Yu Shao dragged Monroe, squinted his eyes, and almost sang a song "Long Dependence"
》It’s...
"Yu, can we change places?" Hong Tao frowned and asked through gritted teeth.
"If you have anything to say, just say it here, Tao. I've always had a good temper with you. If you feel bad, you can drive away from my Z4, okay?" Mr. Yu said lightly, and Monroe's lips raised.
He smiled strangely and looked at the two of them lightly without saying a word.
"What are you talking about? What do I want from your z4? Is the difference here money?" Hong Tao's head was a little confused and he was already on the verge of collapse.
"That's bad...!"
"Bang!" Mr. Yu had just finished speaking when the door of the private room suddenly opened. Daodao raised his head and was about to curse, when the team leader's internal security chief said anxiously: "Brother Dao, the lobby is about to start!!"
"Let's do it? Who is it with whom??" Daodao was stunned for a moment, then stood up and asked.
"A Xinjiang person and a few people in the field got into trouble, and the Xinjiang people took action!!"
"Oh, I'm fucking your mother! There are really people who are not afraid of death!!" Before Daodao could say anything, Yu Shao, who was so angry for no reason, jumped up and yelled: "Blow the horn of war for me!
!Everyone is in order, take the knife and start fighting!!"
"What are you going to do about this?" Hong Tao asked in complete confusion.
"Wait for me, I'll talk to you when I come back later!!" Yu Shao rolled up his sleeves and said, not forgetting to drag Monroe and dive out.
"Oh, I'm so fucking convinced, Brother Qiu, you were crushed to death by the whole car that day!" Hong Tao rubbed his eyes tiredly, lowered his head and said.
ps: There is another chapter tonight, and it will be posted at 11 o'clock at the latest!