The man was still teasing one second, but the next second he had raised the corners of his mouth, and a bloodthirsty coldness flashed in his eyes.
Zhao Dong sensed something was wrong, but at this time he was so drunk and the words in his mouth were indeed unpleasant that he could not care so much.
Just as his fist was about to hit, a cold light slipped past his eyes!
The cold breath made Zhao Dong sober in an instant. He ducked back almost instinctively, and the blade of the blade grazed his nose. He felt a burning pain on his arm and a kick on his lower abdomen.
From the start to the end, everything happened in a flash. By the time Meng Jiao reacted, Zhao Dong's arm was already bleeding profusely.
"Ah! Zhao Dong, how are you, are you okay?" Meng Jiao was so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
She couldn't figure it out no matter what, it was okay to quarrel and fight, but why would she go to the knife when she disagreed?
"It's okay, skin injury!" Zhao Dong shook his head, but his eyes had already fallen on the guy in the opponent's hand.
It was a sharp machete, about a foot long. If I hadn't reacted quickly, the blow just now wouldn't have been as simple as a skin injury.
Ordinary troubles obviously don't warrant surgery, and judging from the opponent's approach, they are definitely prepared.
Zhao Dong is now almost certain that the target of this group of people is himself!
But who is the person behind the scenes?
Wei Dongming?
This name popped into my mind without thinking. It had offended many people these days, but neither Fatty Sun nor Cui Jian had the courage to commit the crime.
The revenge of a broken leg is not that simple, and paying for one's life is also in line with the other person's personality.
But for some reason, Zhao Dong had a vague feeling that today's incident might have nothing to do with Wei Dongming, but someone else!
The reason for Zhao Dong's judgment is very simple. If Wei Dongming asked someone to do it, he would just do it based on the grudge between the two. How could there be so much nonsense?
However, this group of people was secretive and took the opportunity to tease Meng Jiao to cause trouble. They were obviously trying to confirm their identities.
Who on earth is it?
Thinking in his mind, Zhao Dong had already paid attention to his surroundings.
At this moment, a black Mercedes-Benz across the road came into view. He always felt that he had seen it somewhere before, but he was so drunk that he couldn't remember it.
"Damn it, are you tired of fighting with me for women?"
After the leader finished speaking, another cold light flashed through!
There were many diners in the food stall. Even when the knife was used, these people had already screamed and dispersed, but they did not move away completely, but watched from a distance.
Seeing the conflict break out again, the crowd let out a cry of surprise.
Zhao Dong didn't dare to be distracted anymore and kicked out while dodging.
The reason why I was stabbed just now was because I was unprepared. Now that I have guessed the purpose of this group of people, I will never give them another chance to get close.
When retreating, Zhao Dong picked up the folding chair he had just sat on and swung it as a weapon.
This move was so powerful that someone was caught off guard and was violently blown away, knocking over a barbecue grill not far away.
The flaming red charcoal rolled to the ground and splashed with sparks, which also illuminated Zhao Dongliao's face.
Meng Jiao bit her lips tightly without blinking. Because of her family environment, she had been insecure since she was a child, and she had an irresistible attraction to mature men.
I have been single for so many years. First of all, I don’t like the naughty little boy, and secondly, I don’t like being sophisticated.
However, Zhao Dong couldn't tell what he was feeling at this moment, but he perfectly matched the Prince Charming in his imagination.