"Come quickly, the patient is acting like a hooligan!"
The nurse dodged with a coquettish smile, her body as light and nimble as a swallow. It seemed dangerous, but every time, she escaped safely from the crazy attack of the tiger tiger.
Although he was shouting for help, his smile was as bright as a flower and his voice was charming. There was no trace of fear at all. Instead, it looked like a fairy teasing Zhu Bajie in Journey to the West.
The more they behave like this, the more crazily the blood in Wang Laohu's body will burn under the influence of alcohol.
He was breathing heavily in his throat, feeling that his body was full of strength. It was as if he was back to his youth again.
"Tonight, you are my people!"
"Let me pamper you well!"
"I want you to give me a son!"
A son had died, and now, through the female nurse, he saw hope of continuing his legacy.
The subordinates outside the door faintly heard the sound, and they all showed tacit smiles.
"Master Hu hasn't been interested in women for a long time. I didn't expect that these two little nurses would be so lucky today..."
"The death of the young master has dealt a huge blow to him. It would be good to vent the grief in his heart."
"If these two little nurses are lucky enough to get pregnant with Lord Tiger's son, that would be great."
They all came to the door of the room and listened with their ears. Thinking of the beauty of the little nurse, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
At this moment, at the end of the corridor in the distance, two doors were pushed open.
A huge bald man walked over with two oxygen tanks in his hands.
"Are you the nurse here? Fatty, you are too ignorant."
"It's so late at night, why are you dragging an oxygen tank?"
"Come on, don't disturb Mr. Hu's pleasure!"
Next to him, two men immediately walked up, laughing and scolding, and wanted to push the fat man.
The fat bald man has a kind face and kind eyes, and looks like a kind Maitreya Buddha. Only when he smiles, his muscles pull a centipede-like scar at the corner of his eye, which makes him look a little ferocious.
"Amitabha."
"I heard that someone here is going to reach bliss today. Lord Buddha, I am compassionate and have come to give him a ride."
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his hands, and the two huge oxygen bottles in his hands were directed at the heads of the two guys who came over.
Snap!
Wang Laohu's two younger brothers didn't react at all. They were hit on the head and screamed. They were knocked away. They fell to the ground, and their heads exploded immediately. They couldn't die anymore.
Everyone was shocked!
The four kings turned around quickly, saw the murderer, and said in shock: "Fat Maitreya?"
"Aren't you a martial artist of the Yang family? What do you want to do?"
"Isn't it obvious enough? On the order of the Yang Family Master, I have come to save you."
Fat Maitreya was full of energy as he laughed ferociously. He strode up with two steel cans filled with oxygen and weighing more than a hundred kilograms in both hands.
He looks like the crazy monk Lu Zhishen.
"Stop him quickly!"
"He wants to assassinate Lord Tiger!"
"Kill him!"
The four Vajras were startled, and while they were shouting, they led dozens of subordinates in the corridor and rushed forward, waving their long swords.
However, it was of no use at all.
Fat Maitreya is so tough. He is born with supernatural power. At this moment, he is waving two jars each over one meter long and weighing more than 100 kilograms with both hands. It is like a beast out of the cage.
In addition, the corridor was narrow, so his two cans took up all the space.
The Four King Kongs and others didn't even have a place to hide.
It was like a bulldozer, leaving a mess wherever it passed. Almost all those who were hit by the cans had their heads cracked.