"Be careful!" Even though she was a nymphomaniac, Meng Jiao did not forget to remind her.
Zhao Dong suddenly turned around, pulled back the folding chair, and knocked out a guy who wanted to sneak attack on the spot.
The few remaining people saw something was wrong and shouted: "Come together!"
The sweat on Zhao Dong's forehead was certainly not out of fear, but because he was still suffering from the effects of half a box of beer. Although his spirit was extremely high, his body was a little overwhelmed.
The remaining strength was sufficient to protect himself, but it would be difficult to protect Meng Jiao behind him.
Seeing that he was about to be entangled by the opponent, Zhao Dong didn't care so much, threw away his back, carried the back of the chair and smashed towards the opponent, capturing the thief first!
The leading man saw the ferocity in Zhao Dong's eyes and struck down with his machete.
Bang!
Sparks flew out, and the huge repulsive force caused the machete in his hand to fly away.
Zhao Dong crossed the wrong step and subdued the leader on the spot with a backhand chokehold, and shouted: "Don't move!"
It was inevitable that there would be trouble in the process, but the crisis was finally resolved.
"Don't move!" The leader responded, but his eyes pointed in Meng Jiao's direction.
A man understood and rushed away with a dagger.
Zhao Dong suddenly kicked out, and a piece of red charcoal flew away from his feet, as if it had eyes, and hit the man on the back of the head accurately.
As sparks flew everywhere, a scream rang out, and bursts of burnt stench filled the air.
Zhao Dong picked up the leader's collar and punched him three times in succession.
The leader originally wanted to be tough for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't bear the huge force of Zhao Dong's fist, so he said with bitterness, "Brother, don't fight... don't, I was wrong!"
Seeing that the heat was sufficient, Zhao Dong tightened his grip and asked, "Tell me, who asked you to come?"
The leader was too busy caring for himself to care about so many things. He responded in a panic: "It's... Ma... Boss Ma!"
Zhao Dong was smart, and he finally figured out why that Mercedes-Benz looked familiar. Wasn't it the one that just sent Sophie home?
Thinking of this, he no longer made things difficult for them, he let go and said: "Get out!"
A group of men helped each other and fled.
The spectators around saw the show coming to an end and applauded one after another.
Meng Jiao and Yourong Yan looked at Zhao Dong with a strange light in their eyes.
Things were smashed on the floor, and most of the customers ran away. The owner of the barbecue stall felt very distressed. Before he could complain, Zhao Dong had already strode away from the crowd and rushed towards the roadside.
Mr. Ma hid in the car because there were too many onlookers around and he couldn't see clearly. By the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
There was a loud boom, and the tempered glass on the driver's side suddenly burst. Before he could react, he was pulled out by a strong arm.
The cold wind penetrated his neck, making him shiver.
Zhao Dong stepped on the man under his feet and pressed the steel pick in his hand against his chin, "Mr. Ma, what a coincidence, we meet again?"
Mr. Ma's cheeks were not swollen yet, so he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Yes...yes...it's quite a coincidence, brother...what are you doing?"
?Is there any misunderstanding?"
"Misunderstanding?" Zhao Dong sneered.
He pushed the steel skewer in his hand upwards, and a row of fine blood beads appeared!